Everything is not just black and white, and gray is not a color… it is a condition and a place. It's varying spots between black and white where one sometimes gets stuck. Gray is not a good place to go if you do not seek help. Gray is like the mist between ravines and cliffs. It's there but the gray makes it invisible. Gray blinds one to what matters. In gray one gets lost unreasonably and aimlessly in gray there is no life buoy just the hope that someone will be worried enough to come looking for you. Yes gray is not a color it is a place somewhere in our brain where we sometimes get lost like in a maze. Yet there are enough people who support you sometimes people from whom you least expect it. The turbulence of your emotional waves feels the assistance of friends and loved ones and then we gradually calm down the distant drums of the thunder and the turbulent storm in us becomes softer and in the whisper of the wind we feel the comfort of nature in the sore places in our minds. And slowly we then feel how the storms of life that are tossing us around are preparing to spit us out on firmer ground ....
I write in Afrikaans then try to translate it in the best possible way so if there is mistakes my English just go sofar I'm still learning
I write in Afrikaans then try to translate it in the best possible way so if there is mistakes my English just go sofar I'm still learning
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You are so kind thank you ❤ I enjoy reading you too xx
...this is moving, reminds me of a lyric by nick cave
...lay your head upon my shoulder,
Outside our window,
The world has gone to war,
Are you the one that I've been waiting for...?
Luv the way you write...
...As deep calls out to deep...
Some things in this world are not to be revealed.
They are the things that one should only feel.
Like the breeze that blows, in between,
the front and back door window screens.
Or the way I feel when you surprise me with a kiss,
there is no better feeling I know, than this.
Some things in this world are better left unsaid,
Like thoughts that we know shouldnt leave our head.
Or promoting ourselves when we should compliment others instead.
Some things in this world are undeniable.
Like the sunrise at dawn, or dandelions on my lawn,
I know it will happen, though unjustifiable.
Some things in this world are fleeting...scarce.
Like the pale moon glowing on the still waters edge.
Or the orange and purple clouds in a summer sunset.
Many of these things are beautiful, Its true.
But to me, there is nothing I could see, as beautiful as you...
Sax
They are the things that one should only feel.
Like the breeze that blows, in between,
the front and back door window screens.
Or the way I feel when you surprise me with a kiss,
there is no better feeling I know, than this.
Some things in this world are better left unsaid,
Like thoughts that we know shouldnt leave our head.
Or promoting ourselves when we should compliment others instead.
Some things in this world are undeniable.
Like the sunrise at dawn, or dandelions on my lawn,
I know it will happen, though unjustifiable.
Some things in this world are fleeting...scarce.
Like the pale moon glowing on the still waters edge.
Or the orange and purple clouds in a summer sunset.
Many of these things are beautiful, Its true.
But to me, there is nothing I could see, as beautiful as you...
Sax
Nena Twedell Jan 2015
My Pearl
one grain of sand
inside one clam
The clam spends time with this grain of sand
it is nurtured
it is protected
it is valued
it is loved
it is seen as an important part of the clams life
it then becomes a pearl
Why are you so clammed up?
I'm clammed up because I am making a pearl
I am making myself my own pearl
creating my own beauty
Shining my imperfections as if they were weaknesses
I am loving myself
And protecting myself from the toxic environment the world around me can be
I am learning the value of myself
Nurturing myself
The pearl is my own sense of self.
That is my pearl
My Pearl
one grain of sand
inside one clam
The clam spends time with this grain of sand
it is nurtured
it is protected
it is valued
it is loved
it is seen as an important part of the clams life
it then becomes a pearl
Why are you so clammed up?
I'm clammed up because I am making a pearl
I am making myself my own pearl
creating my own beauty
Shining my imperfections as if they were weaknesses
I am loving myself
And protecting myself from the toxic environment the world around me can be
I am learning the value of myself
Nurturing myself
The pearl is my own sense of self.
That is my pearl
Love can take you to the top, of where you've never been.
Love can cause your heart to drop, and never be seen again.
Love can cause you to do things, you thought you'd never do.
Love can stop you in your tracks,and take a hold of you.
Love can make you feel in ways, you've never felt before.
Love can leave you cold and dark,crying on the floor.
Love can leave you breathless, amazed and in a daze.
Love can take your everything, and throw it all away.
Love can and love does, so many many things....all of this is true.
But the very best thing that love can bring,
Can only come from you.
Sax
Love can cause your heart to drop, and never be seen again.
Love can cause you to do things, you thought you'd never do.
Love can stop you in your tracks,and take a hold of you.
Love can make you feel in ways, you've never felt before.
Love can leave you cold and dark,crying on the floor.
Love can leave you breathless, amazed and in a daze.
Love can take your everything, and throw it all away.
Love can and love does, so many many things....all of this is true.
But the very best thing that love can bring,
Can only come from you.
Sax
As the sun wakes them up, they open their eyes,
to the vision of blue and purple morning skies.
Oh what a wonderful glorious sight,
to see beautiful flowers open their eyes!
A simply amazing sight to behold,
to watch colorful flowers awake and unfold!
How magically marvelous life it could be,
if only we....
if only we...
Had eyes to envision a flowers provision,
with only one purpose and only one mission.
To give beauty and love, to all that pass by,
and a fragrance so pleasant, its no wonder why,
the power a delicate flower unspoken,
can warm a cold heart, can mend what is broken!
A flower so lovely and simply divine...
so carefree so thoughtful and loved......
Why can't I?
Sax
to the vision of blue and purple morning skies.
Oh what a wonderful glorious sight,
to see beautiful flowers open their eyes!
A simply amazing sight to behold,
to watch colorful flowers awake and unfold!
How magically marvelous life it could be,
if only we....
if only we...
Had eyes to envision a flowers provision,
with only one purpose and only one mission.
To give beauty and love, to all that pass by,
and a fragrance so pleasant, its no wonder why,
the power a delicate flower unspoken,
can warm a cold heart, can mend what is broken!
A flower so lovely and simply divine...
so carefree so thoughtful and loved......
Why can't I?
Sax
T
Thalassa
Guest
That's a good question. The answer isn't anywhere near being consoling.
T
Thalassa
Guest
Men and their dicks
Some skinny as sticks
Wiry as wicks
Others tender thick
Some too gigantic
Beefy as a brick
Give them a flick
Or maybe a lick
Basic
Rub 'em quick
Get the slutty chick
Easy to pick
Always ready to suck dick
Automatic
Freaking basic
Men.
And
Their
Dicks.
Hahahaa Damn I'm such a great poet. Lol.
Some skinny as sticks
Wiry as wicks
Others tender thick
Some too gigantic
Beefy as a brick
Give them a flick
Or maybe a lick
Basic
Rub 'em quick
Get the slutty chick
Easy to pick
Always ready to suck dick
Automatic
Freaking basic
Men.
And
Their
Dicks.
Hahahaa Damn I'm such a great poet. Lol.
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T
Thalassa
Guest
Your heart bled, unglorified
Is a heart waiting to be cicatrized
Your love misused, betrayed
Is not a love condemned to fade
Your selfless offering, giving
Is not a condition for receiving
Your Self diminished, dishonored
Is not permitted to be discredited
Your who you are, your everything
Is not for anyone to destroy to nothing
Is a heart waiting to be cicatrized
Your love misused, betrayed
Is not a love condemned to fade
Your selfless offering, giving
Is not a condition for receiving
Your Self diminished, dishonored
Is not permitted to be discredited
Your who you are, your everything
Is not for anyone to destroy to nothing
T
Thalassa
Guest
Do you think we love
Or do we love the idea of love
more than we love someone
Or would it be anyone?
Do we stay
because or despite?
I'd like to think I can
I'd like to think I do
I'd like to think I know how
But I don't know.
I really don't
Or do we love the idea of love
more than we love someone
Or would it be anyone?
Do we stay
because or despite?
I'd like to think I can
I'd like to think I do
I'd like to think I know how
But I don't know.
I really don't
THIS IS ME TO A T!
T
Thalassa
Guest
I think it's a lot of people. We're all selfish to some degree -- it's inevitable; it's in our genes.
At the end of the day, it comes down to a choice: holding the person you love -- the real entity not the perceived entity -- closer to your heart than an idealized, non-existent and abstract concept.
Theory is so much more comforting and attainable than putting it into practice. Hence, staying deep in the rabbit's fur.