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THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS 🤔,
don't let ANNOYANCE
BRING YOU DOWN⬇️.
Instead of a FROWN🙁,
you should try to
wear a SMILE 😃.
A HAPPY THOUGHT
is a POSITIVE VIBE,
Your feeling so JOYFUL,
that you just can't HIDE.
When you are FEELING SO GOOD,
and HAPPY INSIDE.
BITTERNESS is out,
and SWEETNESS in.
THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS,
that comes from within,
If you keep this up,
you will DEFINITELY WIN.
THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS,
you feel like you could FLY,
like PETER PAN, WENDY and
the LOST BOYS, so
high up in the SKY.
You won't be able to FLY, but
you will Feel LIGHTER,
THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS,
and you feel like going HIGHER,
Hold on to these FEELINGS and
your DAYS will be BRIGHTER!!!


B.R.
Date: 07/15/2023
silvervi Jan 4
Don't give those thoughts any attention
But if I won't, they will turn into action!
I am done, my patterns drain me out.
I will let everything happen just the way it does.
Just the way it wants, it needs,
It's happening. Here, now.

Turning on and off myself
Daily
Losing hope, gaining hope,
Dreams illusions
On repeat.
Self-blame and shame.
And pain.

I am here now,
How dare I not be grateful for everything I have?
I go too fast, my body says.
I am alone.
But I am truly grateful to my bone.
I am forever free.
Indeed I always have been.

Now,
Here,
This connection is everything
I ever wanted.
My relaxation
Because of the beginning cold,
And the connection with my body
That it brought ❤️
My dancing is the same as healing.
I am grateful for persevering.
:)
Talking to myself, looking for solutions, keeping positive mindset, building awareness.
silvervi Jan 4
Tomorrow is tomorrow
I let go of stress and sorrow
Letting go, deep breath in
Long breath out, settle in.
Our mindset counts not only in the morning.
Patience Egesi Dec 2024
If life bent to our will,  
Would it truly be easier?  

I can't speak for others,  
But I believe everyone craves success.  
Who dreams of failure?  
And yet they say,  
"Destiny is in your hands."  

How true is that?  
Destiny in my hands—  
Really?  

I have cried rivers.  
I have walked through storms.  
Can something be done?  

Just let me live.  
For me, life means:  
Success unshaken,  
Peace unbroken,  
A purpose fulfilled.  

I can't tell for others,  
But I must make it.  
Destiny is in my hands—  
Not because they said it,  
But because I choose it.  

I will leave my mark.  
My legacy.
When destiny and life offers you a plate you hate, you stand up firm choosing another plate. You get what you want from life and destiny.
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Between the worlds
of dreams and reality,
lives the truth we
sometimes fail to see.

Beauty dwells
in both these parts
in dreamy hopes
and candid hearts.

©️Lizzie Bevis
silvervi Sep 2024
I choose what I focus on.
We all choose consciously or subconsciously whether we focus on our thoughts, the air on our skin, the trees outside, or the voices of people around us. Sensations in our body, sounds and sights around us - this is reality. Our thoughts are here but they are not real. Let's choose consciously what we're focusing on.
Jeremy Betts Jun 2024
Feeling like half the man I used to be
I look to the sky desperately
Noticing something I don't usually see
The moon keeping the sun company
But the visual hit a little differently
Like I unknowingly unlocked some mystic mystery
Probably due to the particular mindset I'm in currently
But looking back at me was a half moon in all it's majesty
And I thought about it's cycle, it's personal journey
From full to empty then back again for all of eternity
Then my thoughts drift back to me,
Back to that feeling of illegitimacy
And this new found possibility
Based on the moon cycle imagery
Could it be something I could copy?
I guess I'll have to wait and see
But a sliver of hope, like the sliver of a crescent moon, may be all I need...maybe
Maybe I too could be whole again if I just move forward patiently

Š2024
Francis Jan 2024
I really don’t,
Not an ounce,
Not anymore,
Not evermore,
I don’t care.

I don’t care that I’m short,
I don’t care that I’m stout,
I don’t care that I’m poor,
I don’t care much about.

What’s to care for?
Who’s to care for?
We’re carless little bees,
Buzzing away at the lost honey,
When someone is spraying our hive.

Ask me if I give a ****,
Ask me if it is true,
You’ll come to learn and realize,
That even this poem doesn’t rhyme,
And I don’t care.
Do I care? Negative.
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