There’s this holly tree That can imitate Its shape to That of a Christmas tree, And every time I can’t help but state ‘Doesn’t that tree look like it wants to be A Christmas tree?’ And all year round, My co-workers laugh politely.
i can barely keep my eyes opening listening to everyone whine about inane **** that they'll do really nothing to change are you really going to quit vaping? really? stop your drinking? finally get "in-shape?" what's this years resolution? guess what man, i don't ******* care keep it to yourself, i could give a **** do something for others selfish *****
Fa-la, la-la, *******-la! Deck your halls, don't skimp on the holly. It's the season to be jolly - Shelve you woes, wrap up your ills, use your credit, put off the bills. Follow us for merry pleasure, you know we're all in this together. It's just started, it's one long trial, but we'll get through it, just fix that smile.
Not an easy season for many, but still the expectation to be jolly.
You are invited to come to dine with me From now through all Eternity, Believe in the father, Son, and the Holy Ghost And dine with the Lord as your host To live in Heaven Eternally, All you must do is.?
R.S.V.P ~~ Kariinbba: Inspired by bible.
For years I looked at this words framed on my walls along with Foot Prints"until I remembered Lancelott my knight had mailed it to me on a card 40 years ago and just Like that he pierced my heart with his bow, his ray of light and my cup of thorns was no more
If I could read you like a book I’d read you from cover to cover. What would I find as each leaf turned over To find me more and more hooked?
Your expression the preface? Your walk the reference? Your thoughts - the appendix? You should copyright all these.
Your table of contents Your chapters and headings, Short stories or pretense, Or expression of longings.
Each page a blessing Reader and writer forever conjoined. Read/Writing without resting No writer’s block or pages deformed.
One page flying into another As the story of you unfolds. Could I be a footnoted lover With a love that remolds? Or perhaps the main character, One to gray and grow old?
Placing one hand on your spine While the other opens the divine. Oh if only I could read you like a book I’d read you from cover to cover
Memorize every line.
The are many meanings in this piece. Least of which are the feelings between two lovers or those evoked by a poem or a book. The most important meaning is that connection to the Devine that resides in each of us.
Loving you is like breathing; it's natural, and instinct. I do it every second of every day. Without it I would die.
And being near you is like being under sunshine; it's warm, it's bright, it's beautiful and positive. It causes everything to grow.
Listening to you is like hearing for the first time; maybe like an orchestra, where all different sounds intertwine to create a symphony. Maybe a story, the description of a new novel, and it's always bound to be your favourite.
Looking at you is akin to the first glimpse of sunlight during the rise, and being mesmerized by the stars, all at the same time. Such beauty could never be properly defined, but I've found myself breathless in a trance when infront of you, like looking at a piece of priceless artwork that you're afraid to touch, because no perfection should ever be brushed by human hands.
You don’t want to see me You believe I don’t belong Lack of courage in your being I am sure I am alone It is fine to be a believer I don’t think that you are wrong When acceptance is deceiving And the rumor is too long Name the hollow time I ask for Name the person I could be Lie along my own persona I am deep within my dreams Should you mind my flesh without a soul nor an aura? Could you really care for me? you are one among the holly i am buried underneath