Snowcapped peaks rise high,
the precipice of Heaven
Rainbows paint the path.
Tag: Inspiration
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Raindrops keep falling on my head,
Should be curled up inside instead.
Who needs a shower,
When this superpower,
Cleans me all up in the end.
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Windswept trees bellow,
Flowers escape the meadow,
Nature takes cover. -
A stalker in the day yet absent at night.
A black being shaded from light.
Greets me at the door,
Ready to explore.
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A being born in the recess of darkness,
Glued to my feet, as if a carcass.
We travel as peers,
Brothers bonded by fears.
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The night brings reprieve,
A time aside to grieve.
For daybreak brings light,
And with it darkness’s delight.
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Feet pound on pavement,
Sweat builds on brow’s
Mental resilience is tested,
All for the sake of a few pounds.
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The rush of addrenaline,
Of a post runner’s high.
Fuels planning for tommorow,
As our dreams sail high.
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Daybreak is dark and stormy,
Whilst our beds are worm and cozy.
Where it’s easier to ignore our alarms,
Then find motivation to test ourselves once more!
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Curved cocoa river,
Nature’s gentle, winding flow,
Weeping Earth’s embrace. -
I embrace the end of my long and arduous journey.
Traverisng through waves of grief,
Washing over me,
threatening to carry me away.
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Through thick and thin,
Through sick and shit,
Against the odds.
We keep standing.
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Suffer the pain,
Take the time.
A motto now engrained in our psyche.
Grief we greet as if an old friend.
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With time the pain will ease,
Memories will fade,
But our burdens will remain.
Learn to live again,
Accept the past,
Embrace the future.
Tommorow is a new day
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What could you try for the first time?
Chasing our dreams. It is far easier to think of the destination, then plan out the long journey it will take to get us there.
This is what I need to improve on. I am a dreamer, but lack diligence and motivation.
So this is my pledge. To pursue brilliance by taking just one step at a time.
This is my journey to be a published writing. Starting simply, one blog. One story. One poem. Each day just putting in baby steps.
One day that snowball effect will take charge, it won’t be today. It won’t be tomorrow. But maybe one day it will happen, and that day will be very sweet indeed!
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Really proud of this piece – capturing a lot of ‘Nerd Culture’
Ripe is the tapestry of hype.
Millennials dream as they swipe.
The latest game,
Is new to blame,
As miseries latest archetype.
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This is Debbie. Debbie is a Downer. Down about her life. Life that isn’t much fun right now. Now is a bad time for Debbie, but it was once.
Once upon a time Debbie lived a life of bliss. Bliss and bubbly, Debbie felt complete. Complete in the sense that she was fulfilled. Fulfilled both emotionally and physically. Physically she was a specimen, strong and sure. Surely this life would last forever?
Forever never lasts. Lasting tales of woe and worry always come back to haunt. Haunting us into our futures. Futures whose direction is yet unknown. Unknown to her yet, Debbie has hope still.
Still, Debbie sits in her home. Home is where the heart is after all, or it was, before the end times. Time has stood still for Debbie for a while. Whilst at her bottom, she is not lost completely.
Completely alone, Debbie thinks back to the family now lost. Lost to time, only kept in memories. Memory is the key after all.
All Debbie has to do is get up. Up towards the stars she must push. Pushing herself out of this rut and into the future!
The StoryTeller 