I want to hear those philharmonic syllables spoken as the back drop to this day...
Strength is beauty seeping through clouds, And ranges dotting horizons, And the two of these together changing the face of the plains...
How do you survive here as a copy when nature only supports the thriving of itself in renewed perspectives?...
A roar — A silent gasping from the world around it. Piercing — Like my constant fear in those moments...
My screams could be heard clear across the street...
She punished me for having skin like sassafras, and drank the blood of my fears like a flea...
My mother loved me, I am sure...
Here lies my predicament - the suffering of nil...
I have to continue on with the knowledge that I do not know all...
On the eve of tragedy, we tighten ourselves for a great fall...
One moment, a quick bite of refusal...
If lacking in inspiration, sometimes you just need to get started...
Maybe forgive and forget is too much to ask, but to let go of it all [is]… refreshing...
Inherent within us is a strength called challenge originally...
If I could relay one thing, it is this: art is a form of therapy...
Life is a series of present wondrous moments...
All forms of poetry are important...
There is an emotion for the need to create art...
You are still young when you are thirty, time is still ripe for doing many things...
When going through a trying time, we forget it is not our will power in earnest that gets us through...
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