The more material we lose, the less we have. The less we have, the more we win.
The sleeping pills in her pillowcase, the dark blank in her blanket, her purse lips purple; she disappears, she disappears. Her fears cuddle warm beside, to tears that went dry in the beat of her heart’s drum. The strum, strum, stern in her veins, she breaks free finally floating to her lost rhythm of peace.
Too often, we love for the wrong reasons, when we think the right one comes along.
Find your way early, on the road of life. For the way is too long to be struggling, and far too short to be waiting.
Well done, is well said.
In the horrors of war, please bring me peace.
There are people that will settle for nothing, people that will fight for something, and those that are fooled striving to have everything.
They say money is the rude of all evil, however I know poor people that can quite fit the bill.
She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye.
When you do good things for people, you’ve created something to cherish and bank on the memory wall. But if there are no good deeds, later in life when you reflect on the past, the halls will be dreary and fruitless.
There are a world of answers, outside the loop.
Find love. Find love with all of your heart. And once found, love will find you. It will break away the unbreakable, and make anew.
Yesterday, with you, is as close as today. But tomorrows without you, will always be far away.
The key was in his hand, but she found a way to unlock herself.
Some hearts weren’t meant to grow wings and fly to another to find nest. Some hearts are made to be kept within the ribbed cage it came, glowing as a bright candle in the curve, radiantly wholesome of oneself.
Being there, but not being there.
A free mind, is your best freedom.
Sometimes you have to lose a few marbles, and have it roll to find new pavement.
Pain comes strangely, but is never a stranger.
We are the hundred years, trapped between seconds.
Oh youth, why did you leave me, to fend for myself against time?