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Tall cliffs and whale bones, Our secret place that’s all our own. Hands held, hearts cradled. Eyes shut, fear of loss and pain. It all came to head that day. Back to the beginning,
There is something strangely comforting About standing in the dark Overlooking New York City In a park across the bay In the dead of winter
As tall as the clouds to you, yet are small as a pencil to the world. Smooth to the thought, yet rough to the touch. As Strong as a mountain to man, yet as weak as flower to nature. Shelters, yet destories.
The word is out now And my body is shaking. I'm cold and tired; I've been running too long. They know what they say And I can't walk away, How much I'm bound by the ways
I am me and no one else; A cluster of stars, Made of gentle fish kisses, Covering my flesh, With tender softness. My eyes reflect the moon,
What up-lifts me is being in the sunlight Looking back and seeing the dark inside the tunnel. Still in sight, but getting smaller as I move forward. I’ve been on this ride for four long hours
Stick aroundbut don't be Elmers. Keep updon't fall behind. Push yourselfbut know when to pull. Reach for the starsbut stand your ground. Be happy!but don't be afraid to be sad.
its a cover its a page its a hand with a pen its a rainbow Its a sky its the waves And the sand its hopefull it inspires its what i love Its happiness.. its mine
What makes me smile? Well that's a funny question, For the things worthwhile, To me at least, Are simply a facial expression. A sparkle in the eye,
When all is gone I will always have my factory. Her gears twist and turn and shout out with the clank of imagination as plates drop from one machine to the next, proving that it was worth the stretch to the next step.
Red, Blue, Green and PinkV- necks, halters, tanks and spagetti strapsBootcuts, skinnies, jeggings, and skirtsFabrics and different shades one after another,
When the sun goes down, Nyx takes flight to the sky.
what is happiness sweet bliss? a simple feeling? a broken heart healing? when you hang with friends the joy never seems to end joking around a night out on the town
Lightly fluttering from flower to flower,
A school so lovely!Lovely with a divine reaches,Reaches of a many.Many of an uncountable,
When twilight settles into my bones and all feels still and fleeting I take an adventure to my happy place A place where star rays tangle in the sky and slide dreams to earth on twinkling light
Great in battle, the strongest warrior- I am that I am. Loving and merciful, grateful and beautiful- I am that I am. The one who is, was and is to come, Elshaddai, Emmanuel- I am that I am.
The coming of freedomThe trails ablaze from our stepsLighting the spark to our final showdownRefuse again, the cries of defeatCome, let us get up again on our feet
The beauty uplifted me.
Happiness can be considered as different things People find the joy in money Others find it in drinking But my happines is laughter I never knew that a smile from someone can make your day
Hello, you there! With the two eyes and feet, With a mouth so red, Looking so clueless and in defeat. What are you, there? With the mystic sorrow gaze, Appearing so solemn,
Happiness is key to life and finding inner peace
To be a Muslim "Terrorist", "camel jockey" You clearly don't know
We're the place holder. We're the purposeless boulder. We’re just another variable in the equation. We take many things into contemplation. We’re just one number that’s all.
I want to ask you if there is some connection between the religious pendant on your wrist and the dark skin that it halos. I want to ask you if you can feel the collective sigh
Different x5 You see I am different No matter which way you... Swing it, write it, or say it Say it, write it, or swing it Different I am
Take a look inside my life I bet you think it's perfect no strife but its actually the opposite the constant consonant of a continent that's how my life is when you look on the other side but it feels like there's nobody by your side it's tough.
I am from the dry desertthe sands that dance in the windI am from the heat of the sunthat warms our heart at the time of warI am from the coldness of the winterthat settles in our hearts during tough timesJust because I'm a Muslim and and Afghan,d
While you were busy resurrecting instances of critical synthesis the head nurse beat you to the sliver of hope, rinsed it out and out came a question"where am I?" I don't know kid, that's what we're all trying to find out "hey, where's Tweedl
They have always asked us a question Judged us like a book cover And they expect us to answer We’ve been through harsh times Of discrimination because of our skin
That one place The very center of my heart, My very being, My soul. It has led me to New Adventures. New Friends. Lessons Learned and forgotten. And music. Music