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In every moment, don't forget to smile. Do pray to feel the first kiss of every breath. And in each moment I'll return the favor. Covering the picture of your face. Frame to frame. Our eyes the glass that protects each memory. A sweet smile that becomes the entrance of life itself. Ambitiously half lifted eyes crinkled around the corners. In every moment, don't forget to smile and I'll return the favor. Life is too short to let these moments go in vain
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Picture Frame
Long reflected streams Of light, Wheeled light beams, Create the gusts Of wind, The nose thrusts, Above four legs striding On a walk, Thoughts drifting, riding, On hopeful crests of waves Of an ocean, That experience brings, saves, The scars that mar the heart On the surface, Marks the day's began, a start, Hours sit and stand at a desk Of employ, Creativity not addressed, By name, there is trial In the error, In this day success is viral, The day end comes fast with a stat Of failure, Walking home is time alone, and that Leads to free writing, to break the hold Of the cold, Bureaucratic wasteland, truth be told, Yet the night the evening brings time Of peace, And quiet and of release, so sublime, Emotions roil, sounds toil, and struggle Of reality, Cold sided pillow, head rest and snuggle, Oh dreams become certain reality Of a Hope, Yet life is short, feasting on frailty, Human identity, a man, negativity On a winged Sleepy prayer, not shared, in proclivity, Soft clouds of sleep fall firm, leave a pall On dream-sleep, Recharging for another day is all, That is found waiting viewing the whole Of foolishness, Each day too full takes its toll, Like a bridge with infrastructure tolls Of empty, Pockets, of resistance, and angry trolls That crush dreams of day and night Of promise, Found rising stumbling by mornings light. A new day has begun to get it right Of sand, And the hourglass, which empties fast, a sleight, Of hands That write, Make magic to start a stopped heart which was waiting for, to die.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
a day in the life (may it, please stay a little longer)
Long reflected streams Of light, Wheeled light beams, Create the gusts Of wind, The nose thrusts, Above four legs striding On a walk, Thoughts drifting, riding, On hopeful crests of waves Of an ocean, That experience brings, saves, The scars that mar the heart On the surface, Marks the day's began, a start, Hours sit and stand at a desk Of employ, Creativity not addressed, By name, there is trial In the error, In this day success is viral, The day end comes fast with a stat Of failure, Walking home is time alone, and that Leads to free writing, to break the hold Of the cold, Bureaucratic wasteland, truth be told, Yet the night the evening brings time Of peace, And quiet and of release, so sublime, Emotions roil, sounds toil, and struggle Of reality, Cold sided pillow, head rest and snuggle, Oh dreams become certain reality Of a Hope, Yet life is short, feasting on frailty, Human identity, a man, negativity On a winged Sleepy prayer, not shared, in proclivity, Soft clouds of sleep fall firm, leave a pall On dream-sleep, Recharging for another day is all, That is found waiting viewing the whole Of foolishness, Each day too full takes its toll, Like a bridge with infrastructure tolls Of empty, Pockets, of resistance, and angry trolls That crush dreams of day and night Of promise, Found rising stumbling by mornings light. A new day has begun to get it right Of sand, And the hourglass, which empties fast, a sleight, Of hands That write, Make magic to start a stopped heart which was waiting for, to die.
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