Climax
5 de Agosto de 2017, 12:33
Pain is a mountain
That can’t be climbed
Even a good dose doesn’t
Make it any easier
It’s a vicious cycle
Even if there is an
Antidote,I’m hurtin
Like a son of a bitch
My lover is hurtin too
& We both just look at
Each other and shake
Our heads,is always
A test to everyone,not
Just me,a challenge
That will take you to
The next level in the
Misthe of all your
adversity
I said it’s not just me,it’s
Uses till we can’t take
Anymore,so twist them
If you got them for the
Vicious dog is always at
It’s worst when it bits
We Couldn’t Speak English! Sorry.
5 de Agosto de 2017, 12:32For some people perhaps it’s very easy to master the English language. They were born in the countries that have English as their mother tongue. They pass day by day speaking in English as their parents teach them. It starts from an emotional relationship and a sign language. They see person to person talking and telling jokes in English. They go to school and learn English alphabet. They understand easily when people speak fast, and they laugh when it’s funny.
Mastering English is a must nowadays. Literally, it’s not really a compulsion. If you don’t like English, then you can leave the English class, and making business. The business gives you knowledge, experiences, and assuredly money. Money offers you the opportunity to do anything and to go every where. You want to leave for France, you just have to buy the tickets, prepare the passport, and sort of the things…
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Story of All
5 de Agosto de 2017, 12:31I feel your loud words
I hear your silent ones
as we tippy toe along this broken road
Cracks took you there and pushed me here
Up down & all around
supposed to set us free
But we keep sliding backwards to one another along this heartbreaking ride..
Come sit
Listen to my heart
Feel my thoughts
It’s not for naught
It isn’t nothing
There is something I’ve learned
We aren’t anything so broken that we can’t be fixed
We can live with scars
I’ve restored the cracks with a new shade of love
Live out these thoughts with me
You are the end of my everything
Listen to the words I speak as i read you the story
of All

Not Today..
5 de Agosto de 2017, 12:31Everything is spinning
all meshed together
Good slipping away,
bad gaining power,
happy & sad
all bleeding as one
Threatening to bury us in its’ mess
we are fading in&out..
Who will break the fall
for we will not shatter..
Though like broken sticks and broken stones turn to dust, so will our bones
we are still standing
not blowing in the wind yet
Not today..
Hold me tight
we will walk & fall united
Together as one
You’re my hero
I’m your weakness
We are the best of it all
Made from love
Here’s to you & me
and our hearts’ content…
#amwritingshortstory, Setting: Manchester Square
5 de Agosto de 2017, 12:30Setting, The Wallace Collection, London:
Fragonard’s “The Swing” Originally, the lady was to have been pushed by a bishop. But this was evidently too much. So, instead, we have an elderly gent sitting on a stone balustrade, in the shadows behind.
- She walked past the Flemish paintings in the East Drawing Room, strode past the Madonna by Titian, and David Teniel the Younger’s the Deliverance of Saint Peter.
Later, self took her notes and added this sentence (while having lunch at Chez Nous, 22 Hanway Street):
- She was more of a café person than her friend Maxine, who’d set the bar pretty high, whose idea of dinner was to go to the Ottolenghi in Islington, who had impressed her parents into gifting her a trip to London (she couldn’t be bothered to learn French, so London it was) by getting an A on a paper about the Thirty Years War…
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