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"adviser" poems
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him. But by this familiarity they grew used to him, and so, at last, took him for their friend and adviser.
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The Poor
The comfiest human bed warmer I ever had, My fundamental tutor of the good and the bad, The original storyteller in my bedtime tantrums, The resident photographer of my birthday albums. The accidental magician who tricked me out of my worries, A sympathetic dictator who scolds but allows my fancies, My biased talent manager who always tells me I'm the best, The loudest cheerleader who puts to shame all the rest. The world's underrated chef cooking heavenly meals, Our unpaid laundry lady worrying over water bills, The overqualified nurse never leaving her patient, Our top-notch budget analyst negotiating every payment. The random gardener, she can grow anything with ease, Our talkative historian, she stops recalling only if we say please, The uncanny philosopher, we've learned a lot from her, The lost and found administrator, tracking things hidden anywhere. The most efficient multitasker I've ever known, My trustworthy adviser who knows me down to my bones, A tough fighter who keeps winning her every battle, My life's co-creator and this world's greatest mother.
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
The Versatile Matriarch
dystopian dream filled with wilhelm screams, in his head, perfection is bursting at it's seems. I the adviser, broke a glass over his head, blood all over the handsome head, my knuckles as hard as stonehenge, and we made love?
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Dream, Night of December 9th, 2013
Alexander K Opicho (Eldret, Kenya;[email protected]) Do you remember one era in Kenya? During the dark days of dictatorship When Daniel arap Moi Was the tyrannical president of Kenya And darkness of leadership Loomed like the dark clouds of el Niño When forty district commissioners Out of the total of forty two were kalenjins? Whose main work was to spy and terrorize As the people forlornly groaned under the heavy Yoke of state terror of tribal torment When the president claims that He was not aware of such tyranny, When we used to sing a lame poem Of jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! On empty stomachs with no hope of food No hope of jobs or even education Street children swelling on the street In total political nonchalance of arap Moi As he only gave free milk to his own kalenjin youths In Kabaraka schools, the Kabaraka school which was Overfunded by the poor tax payers money, Please President Uhuru Kenyatta as good as you are With your dear humane heart of Bantu conscience As you are armed to teeth with modern education **** sapiens Gentility and polished diplomacy Superb in quality of thought and supremacy of choices The government of Kenya is yours and the people of Kenya Are your political darlings, true bandwagons for ever Kindly listen and buy my poemetics, my dear president Remove Daniel Moi from the state house of Kenya, Let not Daniel Moi be your adviser Ignore him and embrace Kenyans For common future happiness Even if Daniel Moi is old, the truth is different He is not a good man, he is full of Machiavelli His full badness is measured in absurdity Of terribly and horrendously crashed *** crushed Testicles of poemcrats and political leaders Of Kenya of yore and today, Truth meted in When koigi wa wamwere became A permanent staff of kamiti maximum prison without pension Wangari Mathai beaten like an animal in a hunters trap Ngugi wa Thiong’o jobless and detained without trial Raila Amolo odinga’s testicles went missing He looks for them on daily circadian But once he nears their political pigeonhole Then elections of the times flops, O! Poor Odinga! President Uhuru Kenyatta with your suave intellect You won’t get a pretext to say that I was not aware or not informed Please dear darling of the people The people of Kenya in their 42 tribes Novate Moi with the people And your legacy will smile.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
40 KALENJIN DISTRICT COMMISSIONERS OUT OF 42
Alexander K Opicho (Eldret, Kenya;[email protected]) Do you remember one era in Kenya? During the dark days of dictatorship When Daniel arap Moi Was the tyrannical president of Kenya And darkness of leadership Loomed like the dark clouds of el Niño When forty district commissioners Out of the total of forty two were kalenjins? Whose main work was to spy and terrorize As the people forlornly groaned under the heavy Yoke of state terror of tribal torment When the president claims that He was not aware of such tyranny, When we used to sing a lame poem Of jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! On empty stomachs with no hope of food No hope of jobs or even education Street children swelling on the street In total political nonchalance of arap Moi As he only gave free milk to his own kalenjin youths In Kabaraka schools, the Kabaraka school which was Overfunded by the poor tax payers money, Please President Uhuru Kenyatta as good as you are With your dear humane heart of Bantu conscience As you are armed to teeth with modern education **** sapiens Gentility and polished diplomacy Superb in quality of thought and supremacy of choices The government of Kenya is yours and the people of Kenya Are your political darlings, true bandwagons for ever Kindly listen and buy my poemetics, my dear president Remove Daniel Moi from the state house of Kenya, Let not Daniel Moi be your adviser Ignore him and embrace Kenyans For common future happiness Even if Daniel Moi is old, the truth is different He is not a good man, he is full of Machiavelli His full badness is measured in absurdity Of terribly and horrendously crashed *** crushed Testicles of poemcrats and political leaders Of Kenya of yore and today, Truth meted in When koigi wa wamwere became A permanent staff of kamiti maximum prison without pension Wangari Mathai beaten like an animal in a hunters trap Ngugi wa Thiong’o jobless and detained without trial Raila Amolo odinga’s testicles went missing He looks for them on daily circadian But once he nears their political pigeonhole Then elections of the times flops, O! Poor Odinga! President Uhuru Kenyatta with your suave intellect You won’t get a pretext to say that I was not aware or not informed Please dear darling of the people The people of Kenya in their 42 tribes Novate Moi with the people And your legacy will smile.
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By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him. But by this familiarity they grew used to him, and so, at last, took him for their friend and adviser.
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The Poor
sink into the silence nothing left by nothing a silent trip adviser to blame the past on levels of induced mindless consumption that dealt with the singularity breath ghost located in page after page after page of longing caress and sniff and smell the burning rubber sensation of ice melted fire drops dealt to deal with dealing memories forgave in the think tank calm in the blue raindrop frisky frisk touch of soul felt with eyes wide open and a heart made of gold to last ever last in the synaptic convulsion that twitches and squirms of a mental addiction love and pain and parlor trick injections did i mention the hopeful twist of a sudden quick thinking passing love is love actually and codeine is a moment of unloved passive regret o d on your section of unblinking overwatch i snorted the powder to happiness everlasting cuddle with my corpse i want to be the little spoon and feel your heartbeat in my back pressed selfishness to hold my soul and revel in the passiveness of unthinking let me lick your inner soul and taste the salt of a lie left on cracked breathless lips
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
little spoon
My old man's in finance He dishes out advice He'll tell you where to best invest But only for a price He charges a hundred fifty For every hour he's there I thought he'd got a ****** cheek I don't know how he dare I fell out with him I'm not that easily led So my stash is going back Underneath the bed for Higgs
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
Financial adviser
Little princess had a plan, To fall in love with a handsome man, Little princess got her plans all wrong, With her natural face; no makeup and briefs; no thong, Little princess took some advice, In search of a man she would have to look nice, Little princess went out to town, Got some suspenders, a wax and a new crown, Little princess found a man, With money, looks, many a lady fan, Little princess bagged the fella, But what the adviser didn't tell her, Is once little princess took him home... She would wake up all alone. Little princess should have stuck to her original plan, Maybe then she would have found her dream man.
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
Little Princess
We will start with every Jew of every sect. then every Muslim of every sect. then every Christian of every sect. then every Buddist of every sect. Then every Vedic Hindu of every sect. then every Animist of every sect. then every New Ager of every sect. then every person who lives  "religiously". then every person who "believes in and worships" any "god" or "goddess". then every person of either *** or any of the  five skin colours. then the redheads. then the disabled. then the  "gays" male or female. then the "Politicians" of any belief. then every member or supporter of any Oligarchy anywhere. then every Capitalist and supporters of every sect. then every Socialist and supporters of every sect. then every Liberal and supporters of every sect. then every Monarchist and supporters of every sect. then every "aristocrat" and their supporters. then every Militarist and supporters of every sect. then every Fascist and supporters of every sect. then every "Freedom" lover of whatever belief. then every Revolutionary and supporters of whatever cause. then every Criminal of whatever crime. every Hippy. every Ecofreak. every alcoholic user. every tobacco smoker. every Cannabis smoker. every priest of every "religion" every Khat chewer. every ***** of any junk. every celebrity especially public ones. every historian. every novelist. every poet. every lecturer. every expert. every "adviser". every spokesperson. every print or electronic journalist especially. every Television chat show host. every one else. Its the only way to get neither War nor Peace on this war ravaged planet, but simple existence without any corruption or criminality. and then who will be left?. NO ONE!! Except me  and my twin flame and oh boy will we have a great time of it. Alone but all one. just us and the Isness of the Universe. wandering this beautiful playground gifted to us by the Isness of the Universe. The Isness of the Universe to walk with and talk with. Fruit hanging from trees . Cold clear waters to drink. Nuts to crunch. oh and Amber our huge sheppie-- connosseur of Pork Crackling and doggy nonsense and wisdom. www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
Lets **** everybody--except the Isness of the Universe
We will start with every Jew of every sect. then every Muslim of every sect. then every Christian of every sect. then every Buddist of every sect. Then every Vedic Hindu of every sect. then every Animist of every sect. then every New Ager of every sect. then every person who lives  "religiously". then every person who "believes in and worships" any "god" or "goddess". then every person of either *** or any of the  five skin colours. then the redheads. then the disabled. then the  "gays" male or female. then the "Politicians" of any belief. then every member or supporter of any Oligarchy anywhere. then every Capitalist and supporters of every sect. then every Socialist and supporters of every sect. then every Liberal and supporters of every sect. then every Monarchist and supporters of every sect. then every "aristocrat" and their supporters. then every Militarist and supporters of every sect. then every Fascist and supporters of every sect. then every "Freedom" lover of whatever belief. then every Revolutionary and supporters of whatever cause. then every Criminal of whatever crime. every Hippy. every Ecofreak. every alcoholic user. every tobacco smoker. every Cannabis smoker. every priest of every "religion" every Khat chewer. every ***** of any junk. every celebrity especially public ones. every historian. every novelist. every poet. every lecturer. every expert. every "adviser". every spokesperson. every print or electronic journalist especially. every Television chat show host. every one else. Its the only way to get neither War nor Peace on this war ravaged planet, but simple existence without any corruption or criminality. and then who will be left?. NO ONE!! Except me  and my twin flame and oh boy will we have a great time of it. Alone but all one. just us and the Isness of the Universe. wandering this beautiful playground gifted to us by the Isness of the Universe. The Isness of the Universe to walk with and talk with. Fruit hanging from trees . Cold clear waters to drink. Nuts to crunch. oh and Amber our huge sheppie-- connosseur of Pork Crackling and doggy nonsense and wisdom. www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
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My mind, Oh my precious mind; my thoughts; my companion; my direction. You have been with me from the time of my inception. Together, you have fought with me to the ends of the earth. You stuck with me in my brightest days and darkest night. From cradle, you have shaped, nurtured and craved me into what I'm today; a beautiful imperfection. Oh my precious mind. A friend without strings. The only one other than my creators, who knows my deepest secrets; my darkest thoughts, my greatest fears, my hopeless shames and my widest imagination. I'm a reflection of you, and without you, I'd become like a bearing with no direction, an animal untamed, a man without ambition; whats a lion without its mane? Without you, i'd become insane; a mad man with blown fuse walking around in a loop, soon to be chained. My mind, My only companion, my loyal servant. The one who tames the beast in me and remains me of my humanity. The difference between me and an animal. you speak the Truth regardless of how much it hurts me. My mind, A marvelous piece of God's jewelry, a work of art, beautifully and wonderfully crafted as a  precious gift from my creator. You're the medicine to my sickness, the antidote to my poison. You're my poet; my artist; my counselor; my adviser and the day i lose you is the moment i stop existing.
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
My Mind
You r the queen of my great kingdom And am the king There is no doubt we will make the very best royalty Sometimes I thought am complete without a queen but am wrong because I can't get my mind of you as my queen When I sleep at night and found my queen sleeping right beside me great joy takes over me, cos my. Strength is here. With me And when I woke up in the morning found her beside me I feel stronger and healthier because my heart is with me The very first day I met you something tells me you have all the traits of royalty You are not just my queen You are my love My heart My breath A day without you is like a day without my breath Missing u pose a big threat to my kingdom because you made me complete when you are around me My queen My adviser My mentor Karin Naude is the Queen of my great kingdom Karin Naude is the queen of my life
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
THE QUEEN OF MY GREAT KINGDOM "KARIN NAUDE"
We called our maths master *** happy Chappie,  Mr Chapman stank to high heaven like an ash tray and smoked like a chimney even while taking class. We called the English teacher Jesus because he was young, bearded and wore a white suit. One of the lads flicked ink all down his back one day without him noticing as he walked up and down between the desks. Another English teacher took it on himself to teach *** education. He advised us not to ********** the night before an exam. He doubled up as a career adviser and told everyone to go into banking or insurance. The history master liked to nod off in lessons when he was supposed to be teaching us and we had to stay completely silent. If anyone made a noise he would yell at us, and he would sometimes hit us with a tennis shoe with a golf ball jammed in it.  He wrote Stoke City for the cup in chalk mirror writing on the sole so that it would come out on our backsides when he whacked us. The first headmaster was nice, we liked him, he was human. But then *** took over. He tightened up the rules about school uniform, no coloured shirts, things like that, but wore luminous green socks himself, the silly ******* He gave me the slipper for sciving off an afternoon once, I hated him. I think if I'd had a gun I might have shot him.  Someone said they think he's dead now, and I thought good, I hope he died in agony ha ha. Then there was Mr Eaton, another English master. He was one of those truly inspiring teachers whose enthusiasm for his subject was infectious. On the day he introduced us to Chaucer's  'The Prologue '  he gave us the text and proceeded to recite from memory the whole thing.  I never forgot that.   It was a mixed experience, Grammar School in the 1970's.
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Ashford Grammar School
We called our maths master *** happy Chappie,  Mr Chapman stank to high heaven like an ash tray and smoked like a chimney even while taking class. We called the English teacher Jesus because he was young, bearded and wore a white suit. One of the lads flicked ink all down his back one day without him noticing as he walked up and down between the desks. Another English teacher took it on himself to teach *** education. He advised us not to ********** the night before an exam. He doubled up as a career adviser and told everyone to go into banking or insurance. The history master liked to nod off in lessons when he was supposed to be teaching us and we had to stay completely silent. If anyone made a noise he would yell at us, and he would sometimes hit us with a tennis shoe with a golf ball jammed in it.  He wrote Stoke City for the cup in chalk mirror writing on the sole so that it would come out on our backsides when he whacked us. The first headmaster was nice, we liked him, he was human. But then *** took over. He tightened up the rules about school uniform, no coloured shirts, things like that, but wore luminous green socks himself, the silly ******* He gave me the slipper for sciving off an afternoon once, I hated him. I think if I'd had a gun I might have shot him.  Someone said they think he's dead now, and I thought good, I hope he died in agony ha ha. Then there was Mr Eaton, another English master. He was one of those truly inspiring teachers whose enthusiasm for his subject was infectious. On the day he introduced us to Chaucer's  'The Prologue '  he gave us the text and proceeded to recite from memory the whole thing.  I never forgot that.   It was a mixed experience, Grammar School in the 1970's.
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The Persian Chessboard as the story goes, it happened in Persia could have been India, or even in China the King was bored, so he looked for someone wiser the Grand Vizier, being the principle adviser entertain me the King said, challenge my senses I need something different, I'm tired of burning fences the Vizier scratched his chin, and stared straight ahead how about a new game, where you have to use your head we'll use moving pieces, on black and white squares the King will be the major piece, the rest nobody cares capture the opponents King, to make him surrender be careful of the others, the ones who are pretender we can call it 'shahmat', or death to the King and when this death is proclaimed, everybody sing the final move is checkmate, there will be no place to run the game sometimes in real life, the loser had no fun the pawns and the knights, each one fell to the side eventually then an added piece, the King's special bride the Queen was entered in, she also had some power she was just as deadly, cutthroat behind you in the shower the King was very pleased, he granted Vizier a treasure he told him, pick your price, anything you pleasure the Vizier tried to trick the King, he made mistake instead the game lived on and on, but the Vizier turned up dead Gomer LePoet ...
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 7:34 AM UTC
The Persian Chessboard
"A surprise? For me!" She squealed with glee For never had she Been quite surprised by he He was reliable, yes At tickling the best When it comes to kissing He beat out the rest But he'd had a yearning It'd been calling his name And from that weekend forward Vacations would never be quite the same At the Palace Hotel He'd booked them a room They had dinner, a show And a glamorous buffet to consume No, they weren't royalty They had no royal adviser But on that evening together No one would have been the wiser
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Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 5:53 PM UTC
Surprise!
Harriet! to see such Circumspection, In Ladies I have no objection Concerning what they read; An ancient Maid’s a sage adviser, Like her, you will be much the wiser, In word, as well as Deed. But Harriet, I don’t wish to flatter, And really think ‘t would make the matter More perfect if not quite, If other Ladies when they preach, Would certain Damsels also teach More cautiously to write.
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To Harriet
December 28th 2001 Istarted a new job The specified criteria immense The role involved challenging The hours 24/7 For life Payment far richer than gold or silver Responsibilities include Teacher , adviser ,playmate,nurse Protector,counsellor,supporter, Listener,Provider My rewards unfold before me each passing day You are .... The very essence of my exsistence The fruits of all my labour and sacrifice Your inner beauty reflects my heart Your intelligence will be an asset to the next generation Your laugh is infectious Your thoughtfull ways touch my soul You are loved and remembered by all you meet As beautiful as a new day that dawns My daughter My inspiration........
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Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
My inspiration
[Proverbs 4:6 Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you. Proverbs 7:4 Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and to insight, “You are my relative.”] Do we really need all the friends we can get? Are we truely better off not knowing? Will it all work out when we get to the end? And do we need to get tough to get going? I prefer to listen, I'm learning to wait and hear from she who is wiser. I've made some mistakes, but I'm learning from those who trust the Word as adviser. As I sit and I read, as I ponder and pray my sisters begin to make sense. My sister is Wisdom, my sister is Insight, my first and next line of defense.
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
She-Wisdom
*I feel as if I’ve stumbled upon Wonderland. Where there’s no sadness, Only madness. Driven by insane desire, The desire to live. To repent. Tea parties forever ongoing. Waiting for the guest of honor, Who may never show. Flowers singing. God is the caterpillar. The royal adviser is a white rabbit, Who is almost always late. This world is so maddening. How do you stay? Is it because you’re mad too? Because you can’t tell. It’s normal for you. So nothing is mad. All is sane.*
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
Wonderland
Everyone currently needs to realize it's the first of December tomorrow. I used to constantly think about how this boy broke my heart, and how i will never get over him. I used to hate my adviser when i was still in high school, thinking she hates me more than i do to her. I used to feel embarrassed when people stare at me. I was once a paranoid and all i cared about was how people think of me: "how do i dress?" "how do i look when i smile?" "do these boys think i'm cute?" "these bunch of girls probably hate me" "i'm so ugly" I used to cry every night while talking to Him. I forgot to be thankful with what i had. I used to hate myself, and this hatred nonetheless reflected on my own self. I became a chaotic, impulsive ***** who only thinks about how to fit in in this society. I used to read sad poems. I used to write sad poems. Poems about how i hate myself so much that i actually wished to die. I used to think that my first love had to be some insignificant boy, when it should have been myself. And now, just a few minutes before the clock hit 12, I finally realized how tough i am to survive in these hardships. I finally learned how to appreciate myself. And by this time, I am so sure about one thing: I'm so in love with myself and all my millions.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
30th of November
I see a poem in your eyes Now i know what you feel I can tell how hurt you are I see the ocean in your eyes I know you are smiling to hide it all But all you wanna do is cry I see how that fake smile fools I know that deep down she broke you As if you're a half of a whole I see both bad and good Awfully talking about others to impress Darling it's called Karma   I see love I see hatred I see all I got your back I'll be your adviser I will be the shoulder where your tear would lay By:Zoulaikha
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
I see a poem in your eyes
Adviser conniver Bring me some cheese I'm lost in a forest Full up with trees. My father a lion My mother a ***** I just may collapse If I don't find a bench. From sunrise to sunset I wander so lost Soon Winter will come I'll be covered in frost. The blue of the sky The chill of the air. I fear for my life Should I come cross a bear. This has no real meaning I felt the need to write. Trying to stay awake Wish this could be goodnight.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 7:26 AM UTC
Vices
In this imaginary world where we can escape from reality. I am the ruler of my own kingdom. Who ever reads my pieces lives through every story. You shall take part in my mission to shape this kingdom to rule over this world. Like every ruler needs, I need someone to be my adviser. Will you be that someone?
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
My description for my profile in HP
The tyrant oppressor. The guided wanderer. The reluctant adviser. The seed, the water, the bloom. Treat your internal life like the tallest sunflower you could grow. Ease your worries. Transmit them into a fruition that’s constantly being treated with the most potent fertilizer. The petals fall, the soil becomes dry, and that plant deceases. Stray from the singular project and widen your perspective. You possess a garden so full of life that oxygen feels the need to feed off you. Utilize your lesson; that being you are wonderful as a whole. Every fault, every cracked pore on your skin, every doubt. The underlying truth. The effective selfishness. The beauty, of you.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
Sunflower