Starlights = woman's significance Hyperbolic = monopolized or harsh statements . Furnaces = ill ideology of society Severe sights = the eyes of devilish person finding way to harrassment . #timesup#remainsc Don't let the negligible values pollute the heaven Being a woman is achievement in any succession .
Nailed milestones = powerful/cruel organisation/individual Adjectives=qualities Stained = bloodshed Impure = inhumane Dusts = darkness or harsh leading world #lunaticc#goodbye @writersbay thank you so much for the repost Vast happiness consecutively...
Serene strips = bag or any object filled with playful materials. Fences = limitations Heartfelt tales of soldiers = hidden or reflecting humanity sprit Fertile sky = beautiful world Hyperbolic grammar = lofty talks of the kids . Ink = hands Bowl = brain ; shell = knowledge/enlightenment Migrations = roaming here and there for temporary period Stations = fields Vacation = a time for sleep ... #freedomc#memories .
Loops , here is list . Pictographies , here are images and videos . Den , a vast storage unit . Applications , here are apps such as mirakee . Vertex , here is corner . Heartbeat , here is what I want to say . Shout means online ways . Cells , here is online notepads .
Shift the drops of love from bleeding to blood Sliding to the temporary leave to fresh leaves Script the assets on humane , no stake to stake Shiver into the phrases of simile never scatter the reasons to smile
Hug the silence of vast , but never melt the gracias glacier Handle the equilateral hands holding pinch of stunned stages Hire the happiness not from the monetary of the harmed cotton Hypnotize the unbalanced centres piece per piece for the desired humble peace
Look back dialling the codes of transportation once trees exist Lavender logging back into the phases yet crushed of the self Lusture of the non - metallic pendant bearing the plates of expensive aurum Laborious flies donating while the queen consuming the hexagons with tantrum
Resonance of ruptured rendered radio rested on dusted drawer Revolved back on the sake of the breaking breath breakthroughs Rounded somewhere in river overlooking the tips of grounded generations Right behind the humanity coating technologies over the love of era
Memories flow through this place Like rivers. I sit on the bank of one of these Gurgling brooks and listen To the distant echoes that Come from it.
Your grandfather used to Buy his medications from That shop in that corner, And they sold stethoscopes there, Remember when you wanted to Buy one?
Your grandmother would sit there And wait for him as he Browsed through the Isles of aisles, And thereafter she would buy Roasted chestnuts from an uncle below - If he's even there anymore.
I remember when I came to This place when I was About nay high, And that girl in the purple dress Bought her mother a diamond - Of course I didn't know then that It was probably made Out of plastic in a Chinese warehouse - For two dollars, If I remember correctly.
There used to be a German man that Sold sausages here - And you would always stop by And buy one of it.
But as we walked past the mrt station we see The blatant discrepancy Between what was And what is, For where the sausage store, Brimming with memories, Once was, Now lies a vacant store, With its light turned off, Collecting dust and Waiting for
I don't know if that corner shop where My grandfather used to buy medicine Still exists there anymore, But memories here flow unflinchingly, A strong undercurrent that keeps The neon signs that line the streets Painted with their yellows, greens, blues And reds.
I soon realise that now, the present sits rooted Like a tree. A gentle wind passes by, And at once its leaves start Peeling off the branches, Falling to the ground In a dazzling display.
And as the leaves decompose And break apart, The tree breathes them Back in, And at once these memories Flow through the tree once more, Never leaving, never ebbing, For, as one would come to realise, The trees and the leaves - Or what once was of them - Have now become
even when the heart dies, hope continues to exist. hope was invented for humans, for us to deal with our constant pain, for us to know that overpowering anxiety will make you die, but you're more powerful than that. Hope respects you, you hope for the moments that aren't right, you hope that one day you will meet that someone you've always wished to meet, you hope that one day this void won't be there, you hope that you will meet your grandmother in heaven, you hope that one day you will meet your long lost friend, you hope that you will achieve what you want to.
When loneliness creates its evil shadows in your brain, you look for hope, the only friend you think of, the only abstract feeling that can support you to thrive even in the blues. when everything leaves, blues stay, But even then hope is there.
I don't agree that hope was invented because we are a mental time machine.
//We are always getting away from the present moment. Our mental existence, which are immaterial and have no dimensions, are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave.// H.G. Wells, The Time Machine
In these passed few days I am feeling down, something is missing, there's a whole in my heart. But I remember I am alone yet not alone at all. In each corner there's a person feeling the same emotion as me. So I write this to all the people out there who's still in storm, sinking boat or drowning. I wanted to hug you with these words.
You can cry, the tears that you holding back. I know there's someone out there who will hold you and let you cry in their arms or if you think there's none, you have your self. Remember that if a star doesn't shine it is still a star, if a flower with no name still doesn't bloom, it is still a flower. It's hard but we will wait for healing, if no words come you can cry, You're free to rain on my clouds.