Perfection and power are overrated. It's wiser to choose happiness and love. There's a simple honor in living a life of peace and prosperity.
You must never give in to despair. Allow yourself to slip down that road and you surrender to your lowest instincts.In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself.That is the meaning of inner strength.
The Cave of Two Lovers
And there we were. Just us, alone together, trapped in a silence of unspoken thoughts. We began to submerge into complete darkness with the last flicker of our light dwindling. Shadows spread gradually, slowly enveloping every detail of our faces. I pray it hides the apparent blush across mine. When I gazed at you and your familiar, vibrant eyes, your wild, untamed hair and that charming smile, all I could wonder was what you were thinking about me in that particular moment.©amberlyn
People Are Rivers
Once you feel you are avoided by someone, never disturb them again. Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone. People are rivers. And rivers flow alone, they don't need to be pushed. People are rivers because they will change and disappear with everything you put inside them without hesitation or warning.
The night I fell for him. @writersnetwork @mirakee
Then, he smiled at me. And suddenly im floating through the winter night sky filled with glorious bright stars. Stranger's silhouettes are laughing, dancing, and singing against the distant, deep, blue horizon. I spend a thrilling new adventure pressed against his side. My heart is melting and he leaves me breathless in the crisp, chilled air. His stunning eyes flicker from the glimmers of flashing lights from passing cars. Racing streaks of light trace the sharp silhouette of his face, his are eyes full of magic and wonder. Simple elegant beams of color in motion from traffic, he becomes a beautiful work of art. Soon the drizzle of rain begins to softly kiss our skin. All the while we slowly sip from our hot sweet drinks with the company of a warm blazing fire lightning up his strong handsome features. We waste hours on end chatting, smirking, and stealing glances.©amberlyn
~Flipped #love #happy #romance #crush #mirakee #pod @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @mirakee_words @mirakee_post
My Heart Stopped
"My heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling. You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you're floating. Floating in midair. And the only thing that keeps you from drifting away is the other person's eyes. Theyre connected to yours by some invisible physical force, and they hold you fast while the rest of the world just swirls and twirls and falls completely away."
~Flipped #life #people #wisdom #truth #soul #beauty #beautiful#mirakee #pod @mirakee @mirakeeworld @mirakee_words @writersnetwork
"Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss...." He turned to me. "But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare."
An Old Piano
Somewhere hidden in the back there was a small, maroon tinted room. It was lit only by a dim, lonely lamp in the corner. It was cluttered with collections of strange curious items. I quietly roamed further through the musty furniture. I let my hand drift along dusty shelves of cracked pottery and rusty jewlery, noticing the faded elegant delicacies. I admired tattered, aged paintings and stained, frayed rugs with wonder and curiosity. Upon rounding a coner of stacked, dusty books, I discovered an old, wooden piano. I sat on a soft velvet bench and began a simple melody. In that moment the music seemed to shrink the whole world to fit inside that safe, little room.©amberlyn
Though it was just a moment One peculiar passing momentBut oh, If life were made of moments,Even now and then a bad oneYet, if life were made of moments,Then you'd never know you've had oneLove, dreams, laughs, cries,Was it right, was it wrong? Never remain silent for a moment Youre heart is beating, isnt it?Youre not in chains are you? Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor.
A full moon emits a dull glow from behind a distant whisp of a cloud. Rotting wood and tarnished walls enclose my wandering eyes. Elegant blue flowers blossom near dirty raindrop stained windows. Wind whistles through rusted nails of a barn. The dank, musty feel of the damp earth from below my brown autumn boots offers a curious sort of comfort. I smile to myself at the crunch of dead, shriveled leaves scattered up the steps to the old white suburban house. Plunging deep into winter I hold my breath for the things to come. 1/1/19©amberlyn