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No matter your spiritual beliefs, if you hold any, the answer is the same: sometimes, why is not knowable. If you open the refrigerator door and a tub of Kozy Shack tapioca pudding tumbles out and splats open onto the floor, you clean it. You don’t stand there and question why it happened, how it was possible. Why doesn’t matter now.
- Augusten Burroughs |
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"I'm fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young people to die in."
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With love you don’t bargain. There, the choice is not yours. Love is a mirror, it reflects only your essence, if you have the courage to look in its face. ~ Rumi |
Many ideas grow better when transplanted into another mind, than in the one where they sprung up.
Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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"I noticed everything. I just acted as I didn't" -Unknown- |
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Said me to no one...
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"There is some comfort in the emptiness of the sea, no past, no future." Last Samurai |
“If
"If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I'd be in suspense For on such a pretense You wouldn't be you. If fear was plucky, and globes were square, And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee Things would seem fair,-- Yet they'd all despair, For if here was there We wouldn't be we.” ― E.E. Cummings |
“Raise your words, not your voice.
It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” ― Rumi |
The pain is what will dwell within
kinda like when the drugs cry please let me in. \Your inner soul says let me go The drugs reply you have no control. \The control you think,you thought you had Face it baby you've got it bad. \You've been in here for many months So do it now for who can you trust. \The drugs you took,the lines,the needles, believe me now you will not need them. \For he is your power,love,and soul For you are the one with all the control. |
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To be a woman who loves hip hop at times is to be in love with your abuser. Because the music was and is that. And yet the culture is ours.—Ava Duvernay
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"She's engaged but not in love. I've discovered there are so many. They're dreamers, those who've waited for their prince charming and not seeing him arrive, started to think they had been wrong. They started to think that their prince charming fell from his horse and is now in the local hospital's recovery ward.
Taken by the fear of being left alone and by the need of some tenderness, they hooked up with the white horse." Fabio Volo |
If it doesn't work horizontally as prose...
it probably won't work any better vertically pretending to be poetry. ~Robert Brault |
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. - Lao Tzu
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"Taking care of yourself makes you stronger for everyone in your life … including you." - Kelly Rudolph
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When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid. —Audre Lorde
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Happiness must be a jealous pet. When you try seeking yours out, it tends to keep hidden. But as soon as you turn to help a friend find his, your own happiness comes bounding out of the darkness like some crazed animal.
- Richelle Goodrich |
"No human relation gives one possession in another—every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone."
— Kahlil Gibran |
Look To this Day
Look to this day: For it is life, the very life of life. In its brief course Lie all the verities and realities of your existence. The bliss of growth, The glory of action, The splendour of achievement Are but experiences of time. For yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision; And today well-lived, makes Yesterday a dream of happiness And every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well therefore to this day; Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn! - Kalidasa Hindu Poet |
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atlas limbs
you have broken them and all you are is what you've washed yourself in a blood bank past of hurricane hearts stolen from highway eyes -Jardine©copyright2015 |
YOUR EYES ARE MY SUNRISE THE SUNSET
DISAPPEARING INTO THE SPARKLING OCEAN YOU ARE THE OCEAN I WILL SWIM FOREVER TO BE WITH YOU YOU ARE EVERY BIRD AND EVERY TIGER AND EVE RY CLOUD YOU ARE THE RAIN FALLING AL L OVER ME THE TEARS OF MY LIFE DISA PPEAR WITH YOUR PRESENCE MY BLOOD MY BREATH MY LOVE IS YOURS IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN YOURS PATIENTLY WAITING FOR YOU TO FIND ME TO NOTICE ME AS YOU HAVE NOW MY EY ES WATCHING YOU AND YOUR EYES WATCH ING ME FINIALLY TOGETHER WE ARE ONE THE SETTING SUN DISAPPEARING INTO THE SPARKLING OCEAN THE SUBTLE MOON AND EVERY STAR TOGETHER WE ARE TOMORROWS SUNRISE |
. . . “Paper is poverty. It is the ghost of money and not money itself.”– Thomas Jefferson, 1743-1826
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