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* I use the 3 words: TIME, HEART & BEHAVIOUR based on my favourite quote “TIME decide who do you meet, HEART decide who you want to be with, BEHAVIOUR decide who will stay in your life.” - Ziad K. Abdelnour #quote#prompt
* If you want to use the same quote as prompt that you include in your post OR include just the words Time, Heart & Behaviour; add #TimeHeartBehaviour I'll read them. ~
No I'm not the one for you, Nor you are for me, I can never be happy with you, Bcuz all I do is bleed.
Carrying a heavy heart, Watching my emotions depart, Here I lie in the acatalepsy, That is slowly becoming my idiosyncrasy.
I hope this doesn't hurt you, Bcuz I never loved you, All we had was an illusion, Nothing more than confusion, Driven by impulse, never by passion.
I know you will find your lucky stars, And I wish you a new start, I don't think it will be easy, But let's stop being so klutzy.
I shall close my eyes as I effervesce my duende, I hope you don't think I'm smiling, Bcuz this is the sound of me dying.x
Vocabulary: 1.acatalepsy: incomprehensibility of things; the belief that nothing is certain, only probabilistic 2.idiosyncrasy: way of thinking that is characteristic of a person; peculiarity 3.klutzy: socially inept 4.duende: mystical charm of one's art 5. anagapesis: falling out of love for something or someone
Hamilton /hamɪltʌn/ Hamilton is a 2020 American historical fiction musical drama film consisting of a live stage recording of the 2015 Broadway musical of the same name, which was inspired by the 2004 biography Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow.
Tickle the ivories /ˈʌɪv(ə)ri/ To Play the piano.
Orison /ɔːrisʌn/ An orison is a prayer or plea to a deity.
Is this love? To cry at nights? To lost the one I just started Having a fancy? Is this justice? To live with gold But I am lonely? The evenings are Beautiful But baby don't tell Me your Eyes aren't as be- autiful as my love for you. Is this What you call being rich is? To 've A bank of gold and a throne? Ha!!
Then you are Unlucky and Stone hearted For being rich Is being with Love and life Spending with Family. But that Line doesn't su- Its me any more Since she left me The world left me Forever. Am I born to just cry? And do nothing? am I the star that gleams and un-gleams at the Same time? Maybe even the fuse bulb has a b- etter luck than me stumbling over poetry to find His soothing lines in my cheeks. That never happen
Create time it's the only And love the worst thing One you think human ever You will lose. Spend time cause . Made, ha
Sir.Thomas Edison's Greatest invention you are Shinning hope to every household, With your beautiful glow that transpire Joy and bring smile to the face of every child. Come with multiple colour, as thou were that Blanket of rainbow that'll bring colours of joy To that scared innocent woman of the dark Night. Your size is that of a palm, though You're able to keep those rich man calm And bring relief to the farmer who Returned from his field late, worr- ied about his daughter at home Alone. You shine not for the Wealthy nor for poor, but For the human,shinning Against the darkness Dwelling in the world And within the human Who is being consumed By the darkness. y a o r u e that part of the family who never leaves us in the Dark.
. An innocent soul ensn- ared within a gigantic building Of expectations and peerpressure chained by the centuries old rules of society, choked by the unbending words of criticism waves of guilt and and regret were waiting to wash her away but until when! This needs to come to an end. She planted the seeds of dream within her and nourished them with her blood sweat and tears . The thundersof hatred cut the tiny wings of her dream and the wildfire of treachery burnt her dream into ashes. she tried to find happiness within the small seeds of her hope and watered them meticulously with her tears and fortified them with the strength of her poetries The exotic bloom started blooming with the touch of spring but soon the strong blister ravaged the garth . The flowers wilted leaving their scent behind Her dreams are like the eagles you can cut her wings but she won't crumble.
I'm a Love Frog. Hopeless romantic. A true-love seeker. 'Jumped' to ex-crushes. Now, only one crush. Which is you, my dear. You're my sweetheart. I flog about love. I romanticize... through my poems... and songs. You, my muse, who touched my heart, then, broke it, must unbreak... it! Thick fog has been... cleared. This time, I can... see you clearly, not blurly. When I dreamt of you... again, I felt a sense of... Dejavu! It seems like... reality. But, as I woke up... and realise it was such... a sweet dream, it look.. like a thick fog that.... has been cleared. I wait for true-love. Full bloom romance. Fullfilled fairy-tale. Love Frog? I am.
Flog = Promote or talk about (something) repetitively or at excessive length.
* #LoveFrog is 1 of Jeon So Min's nicknames. (1 of my favourite members of #RunningMan. My mama like her too. Maybe, because she remind her of me? LOL. See my other posts: Crazy Poet & #CheerfulGiraffe )
2 meanings of 'thick fog that has been cleared':
* My crush's face was clearly shown, in my dream this time, instead of blurred a bit, in my previous dreams.
* The sweet dream is like a thick fog. It cleared when I woke up. So, I'm back to reality.
[ Inspiration : Martha Graham - “a dancer dies twice — once when they stop dancing, and this first death is the more painful.” and Black swan song by BTS ]
I tried to do a concrete of a man with wings and his reflection below him ^_^ Background - Pinus densiflora - Japanese red pine which is my Korean birth flower. It means brave, courageous, 'fidelity' and 'fortitude'. It is inverted to symbolise the misfortune of the man below, who is also a father. _____________________
Black Swan ~
Misfortune tails the shadow of fortunate fate Which turned the Zephyr that lifted my wings up To become brutal storm that crushed, severed them I mourn the death I feared, wings of passion tied to a wheelchair
Wailing without an echo, screams of silence Feet sinking in moist moors mundane, still stuck Wings sewed up patchwork, weighing with fright Claws I grew to dig on destiny's path and crawl
Flawless footsteps frozen in life's winter season Yet I'm a brave lone pine in suffering snowfall Fidelity defines my work and fortitude refines my life And when I let go of my fear, flaws kneeled at my perfection
For art is my legacy, I - father of forsaken dreams Can birth resilience to revive whatever I lost I have no tether to my blood born by umbilical cord But my passion will run in his veins and my two wings will shield his arteries
•| I've lived my first death, literal death is no more to fear I'll strive to death but never quit trying with my head held high |•
My feathers will guard your fragile fragrance to not diffuse My wings will teach you to pin wreaths on the coffin of fear - an Ideal Father ( of art, nature and relations )