Beauty has so many forms,
And I think the most beautiful thing is
Confidence and Loving Yourself.
Do you ever feel, like a stone?
Wanna sink here on your own?
Roll the chapters of your story,
And burn it in the storms?
You're alone, in a race, that
Either you can face,
Or leave it deep inside.
Let's open up our eyes.
Ignorance is a bliss, they say
To avoid the truth. Inevitable,
it rests inside, to open up your eye.
What's wrong? My words will not break
Unheard of what is dead?
Stitching every sin, I'll carry on my will
To make you look inside,
And see what you still need.
Something of your own, I'll carry on.
To lighten your dark way, I was
Born to die instead, a meaning to discern.
I'll carry on. For cemetery's the brightest
Place, of all. Thousand words remain unsaid cause no one lis...
100 days to clean mind and beautiful life.
Day 74: What do you really want in life?
One question you should ask yourself and is worth repeating every so often to make sure you are on the right path.
“When what you value and dream about doesn’t match the life you are living, you have pain.”
― Shannon L. Alder
She like a breathe of fresh air my lungs can only worship in this toxic world
Her eyes brings me heaven on earth for my mind gave that image up murders ago
For I am not saint but yet she been my guardian angel for 4 years now
My sky is no longer dark for the sun isn't afraid to shine anymore
while my nightmares turned into sweet dreams while her presence lay beside me at night
there is no need for my soul to wish anymore amongst the stars for my wish will soon bare a ring from my heart on her hands
I am blessed
I shall never take a day of her for granted for her smile is once in a lifetime
My queen shall never cry unless there visiting from an emotion called joy
As those mystical clouds tha...
The Letterist Pooja sent me this beautiful stamp.
It's amazing how much can be said in just a few words.
I love you.
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
Here, the power is in two beautiful word: Be Yourself.
I love this stamp because it's a great reminder that I was handcrafted from a blueprint unlike anyone else. When I was born, I possessed a unique combination of character traits, talents, gifts, and abilities. They are " me", and my originality should always be celebrated!
Thank you Pooja, for this wonderful reminder.
I hope it inspires you readers, as well.
Don't pay attention to everything, only the good things that happen to you. Only the good things people do to you, every time you let bad things get to you, it breaks your trust.
Someone once told me that ignoring each other would only make the problem bigger... However a once broken glass can't be the same as before. Pay attention to your actions, sometimes they break other people's trust.
Beautiful things don't ask for attention, at least that's what I think. Truly beautiful people don't need to ask for attention, they attract it simply by being themselves.
My heart is too soft
Blanketed in the beauty
Of crushed velvet hope.
Pleasant to the eyes
And wonderful to touch, but
Easily ripped, torn.
Maybe I should don'
The war pain of survival
To protect myself.
But then I might lose
The spirit of who I am
And what the world sees.
If I stay true to myself,
I wonder, is that enough?
A #HaikuSonnet (4 haikus and a couplet)
#WarPaint by Patrick Hart #FebruaryFalls #BookTitlePoetry
#velvet #IWonder #IAm #beautiful tags
Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. #PND💖
Its unfading beauty
Like a queen
With mesmerizing charm
Flaunting its charisma
As it stands facing the ocean
Never fails to enchant the admirers
The day she turned into a Peacock
She shook up all her feathers
And from the down that dared not speak
emerged amazing colors
When she turned into a peacock
She stretched her neck and grew
Saw things in a new perspective
from her lengthy royal blue
When she turned into a peacock
on her head emerged a crown
Only matched in vibrant beauty
by the long drag of her gown
The day she turned into a peacock
She leaped into the sky
Realizing her full potential
as she spread her wings to fly
When she turned into a peacock
She was no longer afraid
And as she sat down
on her tree-top-throne
was mistress of her fate.
I hope you're fine, it's been too long since you've sat down for yourself, writing something lovable and reading it all by yourself. No, this isn't going to be a private letter to anyone on this app, but it's for your own self! Heard life's changed a lot since the last time we spoke yet, you're getting prettier as time flies by. I know that you doubt yourself, your image, happiness, ultimate aim in life, if you're working hard enough, etc etc. You are present in this moment, in the breath that you take in, the moment you blink rapidly, the way your eyes read through each word and the breeze that softly blows through your hair. Life it, happily. I know that you searched for lov...
Smile she said if you
Walk she said if you
Hide she said if you
Swim she said if you
Scream she said if you
Hum she said if you
Try she said if you
Enjoy she said if you
Just love she said if you
Know no romance
Survive she said if you
Live for me if you
Wait for spring if you
Remember me if you can
We'll meet someday
At your treeline
I always dreamt of those wings,
Big, beautiful chromatic and multi hued
A kaleidoscope of changing fashions
As they flutter in the sun rays
Subsuming the splintered light
Shading against the sun
Emulating every colors of light
To shine, to outvie the charms of a star
To become one with lights of this cosmos.
Red is for love, Yellow is for friendship, White is for peace, Pink is for gratitude, Orange is for fascination.....the whole bunch of these roses is for You. You are the love of my life. Happy Rose Day!
#valentine_week #rose_day #pnd🌹❤️
If you could see what I see
You would fall in love with yourself
- Shefali Dang
Damn beautiful like a mess!
Look into the mirror after having woken up and realize that you are just a damn beautiful mess.
Look into the mirror when you have no make up and realize that you are just a damn beautiful mess.
Look into the mirror before dressing up and realize that you are just a damn beautiful mess.
Look into the mirror and laugh about your clumsiness and realize that you’re just a damn beautiful mess.
Sometimes I laugh about my stupidity just because I’m a damn beautiful mess! Gosh damn thanks for those random hilarious laughs.
Look into the mirror because only then you will understand that imperfection is just damn beautiful like a mess.
"His work never really interested him. And so, once again, he found himself staring out of the window. It was in that moment that he felt something he never experienced before. He saw her, in her yellow dress. The wind played with her dress as she turned around and they locked eyes....."
One night, he starts to realize that his work never really interested him. And so, once again, he found himself staring out of the window. It was in that moment that he felt something he never experienced before. He saw her, in her yellow dress. The wind played with her dress as she turned around and they locked eyes.
He could never understand why the girl stops greeting him before the new year. it was ...
You ask a broken heart like me "What's beautiful?" And I'll tell you, "The process of recovery".
The city was turning cold & quiet.
Under the dark sky & the glittering stars.
I felt that complete silence & the cold breeze of air that waved my hair & snapped my face.
For a second, i felt as if the entire city has covered up itself in a thick blanket & getting over the winter night.
Everyone in the city is fast asleep & i am the only one awake under the dark sky.
The moon & the glittering stars were the only ones accompanying me for the night.
The moon looked at me & said" I know what are you thinking!"
The moon said, "I want you to look at the tree behind you.
Have you seen that nest? I am sure it's not built in a day. The weaver bird has taken a lot of efforts to ...
I have so many flaws. I have so many things wrong with me that it'll take days to explain. Can I really explain though? This one question people ask is one I never know how to answer; "how are you?" I get asked this a lot on a daily basis. What am I supposed to say? I say good because it's in my nature. What else is there to mention? Can I tell them that I'm lost and feeling beaten? That would just kill the mood. What mood anyway? Why do I have so many questions?
There's something I need to tell you. I can't be this perfect person you envision. I'm designed to be broken. Maybe I made myself this way, and maybe you're the same. We look at each other and see normality, but how many of us keep ...