sitting across from you in this quiet library while we do homework, i look at you and wonder- how did i get so lucky to be loved by you? 6 months ago you asked me out. 6 months of pure happiness and love, 6 months of never once questioning if you do love me, only knowing that you do. and now, we look forward to the rest of our lives, together. loving someone has never been easier, it's like second nature, as simple and innate as breathing. your fluffy brown curls, stunning hazel eyes, and adorable silver and navy glasses; unparalleled intelligence, kindness, goofiness, dorkiness, lovability- my golden retriever boy. you always take care of me, especially when my adhd and anxiety get bad, and i always take care of you, especially when you're tired and dehydrated. i love you
seek the Well of Wisdom, fellow one wise Owl once told me and so I roam the world under the sunlight mellow to find the land where this magic might hidden be
I drank from a thousand of different springs I sought the directions of wise old women and men I listened to every person, to every tale and every song I heard them sing and that's how I found where the Well hidden had been
there is no magic, no shortcuts, no easy way you cannot cheat the Goddess of the Greeks Wisdom is hidden in books, in stories, in children's tales but you must be the one who wisdom seeks
it used to be that royalty treated everyone like peasants not much has changed though it has been re-arranged he who holds the money holds the power now listen kid, cause I know you've read the books and gone to school, but you must learn a new set of tools you have to be street smart if you want to survive the fact is if you practice we might just make it out of here alive
By small and simple acts and ways Our futures come to pass And so we ought to choose today The ways that bless at last
For time speeds by and races on And seeds we’ve planted grow Then let’s arise each waking dawn And act on what we know
Small and simple will often lead To great and glorious things So set good habits with all speed And watch the wealth this brings
Dream big indeed, and make a start Small steps will do just fine Leverage time - it’s just plain smart And works with laws divine
Let “small and simple” work in you Develop heart and mind Then confidently follow through And live what you’ve designed
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By small and simple things, great things are often brought to pass. Dream big. Dream very big. Then take concrete (and sometimes small) steps toward your dreams.
This is Prosperity Poem 115 - and I simply do one poem per week. Time takes care of the rest. Commit to positive habits, and time will take care of your future!
To where do those memories go? My and your soft lips meeting. Exchanging values and ideas. But like a conversation gone bad, you had no place in it. Helpless. A genius walks a lonely path.
Did our parents really ever "get" us? Or were they just unfit to even bear the name. Scoldings, put downs and assaults. And the result is a childhood of treachery and miscommunication. Misunderstood. A genius walks a thorny path.
Where does a broken child learn they are special? Feelings of inferiority build architectural grand designs of mental illness and rotting relationships. And who really survives growing up? Except me. Childlike. A genius rejects adulthood to walk as a child.
Why do the divine watch us? Is it to see us suffer? To overcome the pangs of suffering and torments? Is it truly a godlike quality to forgive? When will that be me being taken advantage of? I know when. Solid. A genius gathers no moss.
Will death come? Am I to respect such a thing? Why would his hand touch so closely my throat, my brain and my heart. Are the dreams messages containing factual information? Guides on life? No, they teach us what we should be to death. Respectful. A genius bows his head to the dead.
What is the emptiness and fullness meant to be? Will full people live on. Scraping by on whatever happiness chance chooses to make them aware of? Will empty people believe all belief and concept is empty? A form of solipsistic ignorance of both destiny and loved ones. To become full and empty. Reborn. A genius lives to burn, burn out and be brought back to life again.
What is a genius? From the brain of a genius? Eyes that can see through fraud and deception. Including ones own.
In Trump the idiot sees himself a winner, strong and smart making the intelligent cry and destroying difficulties with just a word—or a lie—or his fists now no longer rejects or losers affirming his beliefs of himself— the blessed poor for his saviour is come