#deepThoughts

[en--tropy]

[vasopv-blog]

You will open many doors to unhappiness before you find the one to happiness.

[0vernigth]

[citate]

Choose people who choose you.

@citate

[shanswriting]

pockets are empty, dreams on hold

bills stack high, and the nights feel cold i chase the hours, but they slip away working for pennies, day after day

i need the money, it’s all i can see freedom’s a price that’s too high for me counting the minutes, waiting for more but the struggle’s the same as the day before

[easchiavi]

[laurachouettepoetry]

I cannot write in the stillness of life. My ink must be drawn from chaos And utter difficulty. The page must tremble in unsteady hands, While the lips quiver words of unrest — Truth lies in uneven lines. - Laura Chouette

[poetrythreesixfive]

Helene

September was a dry affair

until we found the rain,

until the South was saturated

by a hurricane.

A wind machine of epic size,

a thousand miles wide,

a surge propelled by savage winds

and fattened by the tide.

We thought we hid in safety

up North, above the fray,

but Hurricane Helene, we found,

unsated, would not stay.

She tore across the marshlands,

and onto drier land,

and soon we felt the wrath of God

delivered by her hand.

Perhaps there is a lesson,

to grace this bitter pill—

but every year, the wounds are worse,

and healing, harder still.

-GeorgeFilip

[en--tropy]

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[0vernigth]

[discoverstreetcats]

Lost in Thought, Lost in Time - A Cat’s Moment.

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[browngirl9diary]

Wishing younger me knew how stunningly rich and velvety our skin truly is, then and now. Every time the sun kisses my complexion, it never ceases to amaze me.

[jaggedjawjosh]

In every challenge, your courage lights the path; embrace resilience, for success is born from the strength to rise each time you fall.

[shanswriting]

[poetrythreesixfive]

Novembering

November has a feeling all its own,

a melancholy borne of barren branches

that speaks of fallow fields left alone,

of dying dreams and no more second chances;

those nights of Halloween have drifted by,

Thanksgiving doesn’t come until the end,

with Autumn afternoons still in the sky

and Winter darkness right around the bend;

a quiet time for reading by the fire,

for raking yards and watching birds in flight,

for piling up the leaves into a pyre

and drifting smoke that scents the autumn night;

an introspective chapter of the year

to contemplate our lives as we remember,

to celebrate the joyful and the drear,

the bittersweet uniqueness of November.

-GeorgeFilip