“You're a fallen star
You're the getaway car
You're the line in the sand
When I go too far
You're the swimming pool
On an August day
And you're the perfect thing to say
And you play it coy
But it's kinda cute
Oh when you smile at me
You know exactly what you do
Baby don't pretend
That you don't know it's true
'Cause you can see it when I look at you
And in this crazy life
And through these crazy times
It's you, it's you
You make me sing
You're every line
You're every word
You're a carousel
You're a wishing well
And you'll hang me up
When you ring my bell
You're a mystery
You're from outer space
You're every minute of my everyday
And I can't believe that I'm your man
And I g...
Immature people always want to win arguments at the cost of a relation. Mature prefers losing an Argument just to sustain a golden Relation.
They do not hold on to you,
But they completely depend on you!
They may cause your hands to get dirty,
And yet they show gratitude.
They listen to all your rants,
There remains no judgement!
You see them grow and your heart gets filled with pride and joy,
Even one insect crawling on them,
Gets your soul angry!
The fresh air, the rain, your food and brain,
Are all yours because of them and their grains!
Gratitude doesn't just mean thanking humans and animals,
But also our Mother nature by supporting many more plants🌹
my battery is low
it's getting dark.
the sun isn't shining on america
a state of emergency
grips the nation,
and the fingers are pointing
in every direction,
and we pretend the threats
are outside us,
that a wall can protect us,
and though i know they are there
i cannot see the stars.
it's getting dark
The scene of our Martyrs laid into sleep
The heartbreaking pain of families that weep
The horrifying pictures from the scene of a catastrophic attack
Left us all with utter surprise and shock
This incidence is etched in my veins
No matter what are there names
There deaths must not go in vain
and words alone cannot express them.
Those heart wrenching bodies split pieces are horrifying..
How to make sense of biggest terrorist attacks on security forces in India?
How did such a devastating attack take place when the Central government has been claiming the total security .
Before we attempt to answer this larger question, there are a few more.
1,000 security personnel move...
On my way in my proces
With my perseverance and discipline
I clear my path
With sad goodbyes and new hallos
To the road of new posibilities and chances
A proud beginning of A new story
A life long rope you tied
Was abandoned me at the ravenous state
With two lives to suffer along
And your kaleidoscopic nature
So made you lure to slip away.
I bet time would tell you
You tell me that you’ve
always loved me.
And that it has always
You said that I was
The one that got away.
It’s hard to believe you.
It’s all just words
Falling out of your mouth.
Actions speak louder.
And it’s impossible to
See your real actions.
So, do I gamble on
Just words and wait
Until your actions
Or do I just turn to
The next chapter.
A blank new page,
With no you?
When it rains its bc the heavens weeping
Each raindrop is a representation of a death
This should remind us that life is short
So When the sun comes out,
we shouldn’t be living under our own cloud
Calmaria e rebeldia
Dias longos e sozinhos
Colos cheios e ainda vazios
Cheiros peculiares inalados
Maresia ao longe
Bater das ondas do mar
E no céu as gaivotas a voar
Areia granulada a esvoaçar
Pés enrolados a deambular
Ao longe está o sabor do mar
E o teu, princesa
Vontade de te agarrar
Vontade de te sentir
Fora do meu corpo
Enquanto aqui estou e
Não te encontro
Fujo contigo para onde for
E tu em mim, princesa
Depositas em mim a certeza
De querer sentir o teu cheiro
Que vem de ti e do mar
i don’t celebrate
v a l e n t i n e ‘ s day
it’s all overpriced roses
and cards filled with words
that should be said
i don’t celebrate
and boxed chocolates
(i always choose the gross ones anyway)
i don’t celebrate
pretty heart shaped things
or expensive stuffed animals
(nothing can replace the crook of your neck
or the brush of your hands)
i don’t celebrate
v a l e n t i n e ‘ s day
but, i celebrate you and me
and every single day
where i get to call you mine
- ashley jane
A fantasy that never crossed the mind
Arduous yet scintillating, like the one
You never found yourself worthy to fantasize about
Like shelter, and strength in a storm
Or serendipity, and lusture of the stars
The ones that were counted and the ones twinkling relentlessly to catch her glare
On a bridge, with pillars worth a thousand dreams
She, as hope, was finding some more good in me
The universe pushed me forward, by shining a little less maybe
Elsewise, I was here on the shabby shore of earth
Looking towards her, competing the stars that she was gazing at.
Beautiful, strikingly, undoubtedly, I won I said,
When her eyes crossed mine, like the gold of the sun, which I was never able to se...
She is Always Two steps Ahead of You,
And You wonder Why?
Her Core Radiates the Light of pure Truth,
While Your Entire Existance
Is just a Jumble of Lies.
Tears roll down endlessly.....
When the celebration of love is not honoured by few,
Tears roll down endlessly....
When humanity is massacred in all forms by few,
Tears roll down endlessly....
When the guardians of the country are killed by those who never believed in the concept of UNITED ESRTH,
Tears certainly do roll down endlessly.
While everybody were uniting with their Loved One's on Valentine's ,
There soldiers left their Loved One's Forever....
She was waiting for him on Valentine's day ,
He returned bt in tricolor 🇮🇳.
#may thr Soul RIP🙏
things my father taught me -
wear orange, be seen.
safety on. carry with the barrel
facing the sky. quiet, unless you're
driving, then loud. aim right above
the front leg. business before
family. steering wheels are for
moving the car. steering wheels are
for striking. gas, slow. brake, easy.
break easy. mow the grass. mow their
grass. always stop to talk. only
reach out a few times a year.
all work, no pay. try to buy their
love. be of use to people. use people.
don't change. divorce is toxic.
prime, then paint. you can
abbreviate any holiday. i'm not
worth the effort.
Trembling hands holding the brittle yellow pages,
The forbidden memoir felt strange to him .
He was supposed to understand the language of non fiction ,
The words not translating on their own seemed unfathomable;
Scandals were a temptation she couldn't resist
The vineyards of Verona witnessed it all
And their death prompted a fountain of love.
From a little kid, doing things with nothing to prove and everything to gain
We move towards a phase - where society grasps us in its arms. You are told what is right and wrong. In the process of what your heart says and what society says - majorly society wins.
We are tuned to what others like - we kill or restrain from doing what we want, what we love & move blindfolded, with nothing to feel, smell - like a deaf stone.
Suppressing emotions become a fashion - as that labels you like a Godly figure. The perfection label is tagged on you - whereas deep inside you know - that you are living a death every single day.
Well, today at this juncture of my life, I feel tired of these fetters...
I am a clam,
shell cracked open,
spread wide for the world to see.
I do not know how to be vulnerable.
Let them poke, prod,
let them make me their own
but dear god,
don't let them know
the real me.
Para un 14 de febrero
se escriben muchos "te quiero"
se obsequian flores y caramelos,
te dedican una canción,
envían tarjetas en forma de corazón
con el nombre del ser amado,
y un peluche más grande que tu mano,
para que todo el mundo lo note
y yo, a la distancia...
lo demuestro de una forma más sencilla:
Escribiéndote una sencilla poesía,
terminando un puzle de 1500 piezas,
y pensando en el hombre
que está siempre en mi cabeza.
Un cuerpo cansado, un alma asolada y un corazón de afán pleno. Con empeño levanta cuerpo y alma, arrastra ambas magnitudes y las conduce al nicho de su añoranza. Allí la encuentra: rodeada de flores, con esa inconcebible beldad que solo ella detenta. Un corazón, que ante el jardín soñado su vista deleita, sus ansias alimenta, su soñar materializa.
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,
"It's days like today, that I remember the way the butterflies played hopscotch inside of me. The way my heart raced so fast that it would skip beats. And it's days like today, that I know, no one will ever be able to make me feel this way again." - Jesse Grubbs
Don't be afraid to fall in love
Love will happen when it wants
I know it hurts sometimes
But please, don't let it go
Its just a game of patience
It may mean, that I'll never kiss your sweet lips again
Just come back, and see me when you can
I just want you, you're the only one
On a day like this, that's full of love
Good things happen to people who wait?
No good things happen to people who pray!
Blessed to have you as my valentine:)
Happy Valentines Day!
My big boy went to school today and made me the best Valentine’s Day card ever!
And my baby boy and grandma bought me a dozen of roses!
My love told me happy Valentine’s Day and sent me this super sweet loving message.
Today has been just about perfect!
I received a dozen of roses at work from my parents and carnations from a couple of my employees.
I’m ending my night at my favorite restaurant (Denny’s) eating my favorite dinner (pancakes) with two most precious loving sweet boys!
Cuddles on the couch watching Christmas movies and baking cookies will be our plans when we get home!
Valentine’s Day was a success!
I’m ready for Cap’N and Mate/WonderWoman and SuperMan’s day on ...
Feliz dia a todos.
celebra si estás en una relación con alguien y hazle saber lo mucho que la quieres, recuerda que este día no es sólo del amor sino también de la amistad, y hoy más que nunca debes saber cuáles son las verdaderas, y no sólo hoy sino siempre tienes que hacerle saber que tú todos los días estas ahí. El amor no es lo que hace completamente feliz a una persona sino también la amistad no cambies a alguien que puede ser pasajero por un grupo de personas que siempre va a estar, pero tampoco cambies a una persona que te quiere y te hace feliz por un grupo de personas que piensan que no es para ti.
Feliz 14-02-19 ❤
*I Miss You. . .* by Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó
Without you around,
All my heart does is pound.
Head spinning round and round.
No joy left in the town.
I miss you, by my side.
I miss you not being there when I wake up;
to see your smile.
Miss you not being there when I mess up;
to feel your spite.
Miss you not being here for us to spend our time.
I miss you and the touch of your skin
Miss the sparks you send all over my body whenever we kiss
Miss the way you make me feel so much bliss.
Miss the way you gladden my heart with so much ease.
I know our time apart may just be little.
But the love I have for you makes it so painful.
The only thing making me not crumble;
Is the thought that someday soo...
Oh how you make my heart race,
it’s as though I am slow dancing
with you in my arms,
to a song that never ends.
You are my music – James McInerney
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Before you love someone else, first love yourself. Their love is so much better that way :)
If you are single
If you’re married as well
Valentine is not meant for you
Go out or stay home
Enjoy with yourself