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If you can't be happy
Aleast be ok
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My dreams hold better memories of you
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Let it go not because you have to
but because you need to, because you need your inner peace, you need your sanity
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Sometimes the only way to find yourself is to
Spend time with yourself
Learn about yourself
Understand yourself.
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Believe in youself and you will fly
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Create your on destiny
Create your own fairtale
Create the next step to you take to be better than the last move you made.
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Love what you do and do it with passion
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Inspiration can come from anywhere
Inspiration can come from within
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joyfuljoel
3w
It's amazing how you'll still be figuring yourself out and yet some people are quite certain they've figured you out.
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branthan
3w
Read Moreyou feel out of place
out of tune
as if you've fallen through the
wrong cracks to end up in a home
that belongs to someone else.
like a word that doesn't quite rhyme;
but sits in the middle of a story that
everyone skips to read the ending.
misplaced by a writer who was in a rush.
a little lonely in the crowded room
a little claustrophobic in an empty one
you feel out of place.
the fan creaks from the ceiling
as the sun burns through the summer days.
you miss the rain, not the kinda one every poet
romanticize about these days.
but the wild ones that they don't write about,
the ones that drown the empty streets
with the heavy falls, the ones that
drown you to the depths.
you miss the chaos.
days are poignant,
you stare at the crossroads that lead
to more crossroads in a sadistic loop.
you feel out of place
like a mouse that runs through a maze.
all the songs that made sense once
don't feel the same anymore.
so, you press next till you fall asleep.
like love, you feel out of tune.
maybe it's certain words that
everyone ever cared about.
never about the one that died in between.
the one that never belonged.
@writersnetwork.
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The Pillars (II)
You broke, you crumbled.
You didn't stand strong, you were humbled.
The home was lost, you are now alone.
You are no longer the back bone.
You broke, you crumbled.
Your strength wavered, you should have been braver.
Couldn't save her this time, accept you're no one's Savior.
Those were your last moments, its now safer.
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matthew1025
3w
As i sit here, i think of when you sat beside me, it feels like another life..it feels like all I was died in the fire, those all consuming flames......I miss the feeling of falling...those moments when you can't help but be drawn towards anothers' light..when the darkness goes away...when the pain subsides and all the mistakes seem worthy of your tears...pain changes things and loss kills the ability to be the person you were
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Life
Life eventually takes us
To our own unique storm
It makes us go through
This so called our norm
Whether it's a snowstorm
Sandstorm, or a thunderstorm
We start the new journey
Wear a smile and just perform
The storm will not break us
Yet, we will be transformed.
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Constellation
Let me take some stars from your skies and adjust them in my galaxy. I am in amidst of making a brand new constellation of togetherness.
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Stay with me
Stay with me when the rains pouring
Stay so my missery can fade away
Stay with me
With your broken and naked hands
So the winds my save my life
Stay with me
With your mystery
So I may forget my death
Stay with me
When the world tears itself asunder
And my lost and lonely island gets lost beneath the waves of hate
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sophiebowns_
42w
Dwelled first.
.
We await the
cleansing
of the earth,
and look for signs
of subtle rebirth.
With each new bud
that dares to burst,
we must remember-
nature dwelled
here first.
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Laughing is a good medicine
But if you laugh for no reason
Then you need to take medicine
or go for psychiatrists
©gj_silent_killer -
bibbidi_bobbidi_boo
5w
Read MoreHer caged body.
As the droplets drip from the overflowing cloud,
As the the sunshine glare from the blazing sun,
As the leaves fall from the dancing tree,
All she did was falling from the sky.
Is she an angel?
Is she a demon?
Is she a human?
All she wants to do is fly.
Ever she thought about those droplets.
Ever she thought about the sunshine.
Ever she thought about those leaves.
All she thought was about her caged body.
Over the mountains, she flew.
Over the buildings, she pranced.
Over the forests, she galloped.
All she asked was to be free.
Under the ocean, she sprang.
Under the trees, she skipped.
Under the bridges, she ran.
All she said was, "Freedom."
Who is she?
A bird.Voids are to be filled,
Pots to be closed,
Broken to be fixed,
Injuries to be healed,
Sorrow to be beard and
Hate to be redeemed.
The struggles to be
achievements,
Misunderstandings
to be genuine
communication,
Sadness to be joy,
Solitude to be freedom.
©danu_hanji
