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Moving OnI'm moving on
I'm moving on
Whether I like to or not..
Whether I say yes or no..
Whether I stop, I still go...
I'm moving on..
To a brand a new place
Towards a brand new face
Towards a place I don't know..
Yet time will flow..
My past is the remains
Fragments of my pains
My heart wisps on..
For the ultimate desire
To see the light beyond..
I'm moving on..
To a brand new place
Towards a brand new face
Its just like a race,..
And I'll run up ahead
And left behind..is all my dread
I'm moving on..
Whether I like to or not
Whether I feel like it or I could rot
I have to face the fact
That I'm moving on..
RainToday it had rained and poured like the crystal shards coming out of a silver sink
Each and every single drop, accompanying each other and filling in the terrace like a puzzle
Truly a sight I had no choice but to walk outside with no umbrella and grasp the moment
Grasp the rain and grasp the trickle of the crystal shards falling from the dredged gray clouds
Why are people ergo afraid of the rain, of a storm, of a single wind blow?
Its just water, a splurge of life that comes every often
But alas, going out solo in the crumbling storm was dare fantastic
So as I grin amongst the crystal shards that fall
I feel the happiness at the summon of a Storm
And now to create more replicas of this storm, to create..life
SmileSmile, for the day anew
Smile, so you won't feel blue
Make a smile that is brighter than the sun
Because your smile shows your having fun
Smile, with all your passion
Smile because its a general reaction
Smile and don't worry
Smile and don't feel blurry
Smile because we've stood the test of time
Smile, even though this isn't in perfect rhyme
Smile and do your best
Smiling is truly the greatest test
The WindHave you ever wondered about the wind's gust?
The way the wind moves forward in its own direction
Whether it feels like its going backward, left, or right, the wind keeps going
Towards its own forward motion and direction
A gust relaxes, a wind blow flows and still
It feels like the wind is pushing you somewhere, towards anew
Take time to feel the wind and take time to comprehend
That your next breeze is its own kind and that its very unique
Because as the wind blows
So does your mind, your thoughts, your perception
FutureFace forward, towards the future that dares to await
Look down, to see the steps you are about to take to this future
Face right, towards the right direction that will guide you to the new era
Look left, to see the shackles of regret you have left behind
Dare we say to look beyond ourselves to see an unprecedented
Future that awaits us?
An unknown force that dares to claim an unknown circumstance
Well, I do, to plan and believe in the future
To see what will happen next and create a next
To make sure that my future does come true, I take action
And you too can create a future
You can create your next and you can step forward
So in the future, be sure to claim it and make it known
Make it certain and make it pure
Because this planned future, is one pure momentum in the future.
FaithAsk yourself what your currently doing
Tell yourself that you can do it
Believe in yourself that your doing the right thing
Qualities that really make us empower ourselves, truly shows faith.
Ask your friend what they are doing
Tell them that they can do it
Believe in them that they are doing the right thing
Qualities that really make us encourage others, truly shows faith.
Ask anything what it is doing
Tell it that it can do it
Believe in it that it is doing the right thing
Qualities that really make us trust even non-living things, truly shows faith.
When you cast question, you cast belief as well
When you cast belief, you cast power as well
When you cast power, you cast faith
And faith is such a powerful cast, that it truly can create anything.
So have faith in others and faith in yourself, that you can truly do anything.
ContinueThis is a quick sum up of how great today was and all the amazing art I saw and literature I read. Now to create a text that shall hopefully make people continue and strive forward:
People should continue their art, their photography, their literature, their glance towards whatever they are to create. It is within this new creation that gives a whole new sanction, a whole new meaning, a whole new desire to keep on going on, to create progress and to create success. Within new brands of pieces shall create the frame in which the whole picture shall be set, because each piece is a fragment, each moment is a juncture and each manifestation or thought, is a new dawn. Keep creating and keep on wondering, keep on searching and keep on dwelling is all I'm saying.
Fate and Destiny SonnetTis Fate and Destiny
Tis fate, were we to meet each other here?
Soareth like an eagle, destined to fly
Voices beckon, we duel all of our fear
Our dreams deemed and linked, shall slippeth goodbye?
Some prithy, when stars gleam, a new era dawn
Life in its hand, they hither be confined
Lest light appear as the moon plays its song
When stars fadeth, a new life may be defined
Mem'ry be founded, graciously dated
Life doth embed a transcending birth gate
Oblivion's dest'ny, ne'er be created
Reign the kingdom of hearts, tempt a new fate
Fate and destiny will never confine
But in the end, this poem shall always rhyme
By: Fotini, Sebastion and Michael
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
Peter Pan EnvyWe molded pirate ships
from heavy storm clouds,
flags puffed up
and scooped out
like handfuls of sand
while the car windows
steamed in the cold.
You told me stories
of a boy in green
and his war with
the hooked man,
said they took
those like us
to the first star on the right
and straight on to morning.
You made me believe
and when life got hard--
mom hopped up on pills,
nights filled with demons--
I breathed wishes
to be stolen away.
No pirate ever darkened my stoop
with his wayward compass
or water-stained maps;
no fairy ever left glitter
smeared on my skin
like good dreams.
I look to the sky
when the wind blows
and hold my breath
with his name on my tongue
all the same.
SeptemberThe summer was so hot
the dogs stuck to the sidewalks
with the newspapers
and the black metal cans
everyone left waiting on the curb.
You could smell it
in the glass pitchers
on table tops,
and the sheets that never
dried on the clothes lines;
the canvas beach bags
mothers dragged wearily
across the sand
and the ice cream trucks
melting across the highways.
Children felt it open
up the windows at night
and find a corner
of the bed to smother,
while fathers baited it on hooks
or mowed it down
in flat, dry stripes
as if begging each other
And the crickets just hummed
beneath the corn silk
and the dry mouth
daring the cats to play
hide and seek -
searching for September.
thirstYou tell me to breathe in
the scent of my tea:
Apple Cinnamon Spice,
it is crisp and infusing
the aroma into my lips.
Honey coasts along my spoon,
apple biting into its
golden flavor. Cinnamon bursts
forth for a brief moment and I am
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
More to Come, More to LoveMore to come
More to love
More potbellies bulging seductively
More love handles to lovingly handle
More expanding muffintops to nibble
More inches on the measuring tape
More pounds on the scale
More softening fat bottoms to sit upon
More comfortable living
More people becoming fluffier everyday
More size acceptance
More tubby tolerance
More self-loving wonders
More deliciously sinful food to enjoy
More freedom from guilt and shame
More liberation of libidos
More opening of minds
More unshackling of hearts
More release from constraints
More living large
More emancipation of bodies
More sleeping in
More breakfast in bed
More letting oneself go
More unbuttoning of pants
More flab enveloping abs
More thickening of thighs
More softening of faces
More doubling of chins
More dimpling of cheeks
More fine fat rolls
More cinnamon rolls
More buttery dinner rolls
More swiss chocolate rolls
More ice cream
More biscuits and gravy
More bread and
..For your heart's desire
..The path for your life to take
..A majestic night to slumber upon
..And capture the glimmers of hope that project onto this world
..As both the Moon and the Sun illuminate magic
..And don't blink
When the candle of life is lit, watch and observe. Look at the sparks and flares of memories fade and cascade as it returns back into the Earth. Do not fear the heat yet do not resist it, let it blend and kindle into yourself. Grow and breathe progress, go and create rifts that will blaze asunder.
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