There will always be people for whom (no matter how sweet the blessings), the cup is half empty. For these chronic pessimists, I say try the power of two P-words: first and foremost; prayer, and secondly; positive thinking. Focus on the blessings God has given, and even though the cup may not be running over, give thanks for the portion that is half full. Things could always be worse!
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Believe most strongly, expect on the deepest level, and imagine most vividly. Stay in your power and keep going!
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Pornography is deeper than sex on a screen. just like any content pornography speaks to some truths about who we are, fears hopes and dreams. I can make this argument that pornography offers a true moment of honesty to ourselves. Because why the hell is a video titled Horny BBW Step Mom Gets Fucked Like a Slut By Her Young Stepson have 1.6 million views.
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Majestic heralds in form of misty fog silently convey the roar of yearning mountains.
The eternal silence of sea giggling n tickling the feet, display the clamor of a child. Dancing rainbows over restless waves invite for ballad.
Silently pouring rain wipes off the tears n fears, silent mentor calls on the terrace to show how quietly it washes off what's not desired.
Dense forests, gorgeous moon, twinkling stars......silence speaks
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Desire is the sharpest sword separating one from oneself.
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The many threads of opportunity, may be woven by one's talent, or their desire, into a tapestry complete.
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Bara Ganda galeez badbo dar phudi Meri aunty ka choot bohat zaida galeez hai Sara mahalay ka mard us par peshab karta hai,
Hahahaha phudi Kam or gutter zaida hai.
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Poetry provides a unique platform for individuals to express their deepest emotions, thoughts, and experiences.
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Poetry, is the tapestry of emotions woven with words. Each verse a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul, revealing the beauty and depth of human experience.
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Poetry is the language of the soul, a canvas where emotions paint their most vibrant hues. Each verse, a brushstroke, weaves a tapestry of feelings, thoughts, and dreams.
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No one escapes their words. Like spiderwebs and flypaper. Eternal entanglement.
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"Search in life until you know your deepest fears and find your greatest love." from the poem "Soul" by Max Burchett
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Meaningful words are so over rated with tapestries of beauty we can’t build, with dreams of dew and hearts of glass, waiting to be evaporated with heat of life only to fall and crack leaving scars.
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God created the real, the wizard behind the screen, spiritual archetypes He created in six days -- if He says so, fine with me -- could have been six seconds -- He is God! Evolution is not the master, it is the reflection of what is and all that can be -- Infinite!
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We are not our souls, we are envelopes. Some remain unopened, some opened and delivered. Some clearly marked, "Return to Sender".
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We are not our souls, we are envelopes. Some remain unopened, some opened and delivered. Some clearly marked, "Return to Sender".
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Tun nay meray opar peshab kiya hai.
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A Requiset to undertaking, is the belief of Hopes Confidence
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Cityscapes are cubism, without even trying.
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Our deepest emotions and traumas inspire our greatest artistic expression.
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Biochemistry is the alchemy of nature, transforming simple elements into the majestic tapestry of life.~ Aloo Denish
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Poetry is painting, not with lines and shapes and colors, but with words.
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DOING SOMETHING OUT OF LOVE
CAN BE OPPRESSIVE YET PLEASURABLE...
DOING SOMETHING OUT OF DUTY ALONE CAN FEEL LIKE BEING WHIPPED WITH MANY STRIPES...
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God gave to man free will, carrying with it the power of choice, leading to differing views becoming the common framework of mankind.
Nowhere in this creation, did it speak of imposing one's will upon another ( that was man's alone ), thus destroying the origin and ideal. The challenge lies with gathering these strands of diversity that can be woven into a tapestry that endures beyond a single thread. This fabric of humanity is the remnant to survive.
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Sain ye wo log hain jinho nay peshab wali jagah ka name sharam gah aur izat rakha hova hai jabky ye wohi sharam gah hai jahan say aurtain baray baray hathyar andar layti hain aur DON jesay aur pata nahi kesay kesay janam laytay hain aur phir gerat aur izat aur bay izti kay name par dosron ka jani mali nuqsan kartay hain..
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Love like an ocean is mercurial. Subject to changing constancy; underneath the waves, in the deepest bed lies true love, watching us tread water, waiting for us to turn late or early, it does not matter; we dive deeper to find its arms open, ready to envelop us. We go searching for pearls, drowning in it all, treasure like wisdom to be found.
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Love like an ocean is mercurial. Subject to changing constancy; underneath the waves, in the deepest bed lies true love, watching us tread water, waiting for us to turn late or early, it does not matter; we dive deeper to find its arms open, ready to envelop us. We go searching for pearls, drowning in it all, treasure like wisdom to be found
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The deepest water in the ocean of literature is poetry.
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My shallowest self is usually deeper than most people's deepest
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- Death experience is the deepest of depth experience -
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