Better dead than living,
Better terminated than throbbing,
Better left than held,
Better abandoned than acquired.
Better understand than love,
Better pouncing than dancing,
Better challenged than agitated,
Better hungry than satiated.
Better feline than canine,
Better violence than romance,
Better cunning than running,
Better punched than bunched.
Better sorry than safe,
Better thrown than bowed,
Better disturbed than serene,
Better abused than adored.
Better soiled than vowed,
Better cuffed than chatted,
Better rough than soft,
Better fire than freeze.
Better statued than tattooed,
Better chaos than calm,
Better broken than forgotten,
Better strange than ordinary.
Better… always better.
It's just who I am; yes, I have ADHD,
But that diagnosis doesn't define me.
Granted, it has its flaws; my mind is far from harmonious,
Yet sometimes I see with such clarity, it's pure utopia.
When I write poetry, creativity comes over me—my happy hour,
And seeing what others can't see, pareidolia is my superpower.
She's a two edge sword--
who wheels profound believes.
Thus, sashays
with Viking's valor
and intuitive ease.
She's been known
to bend, near break--
shading discarded leaves;
From harsh, scolding droughts
or debar's frost-bite freeze.
She's no puppet-master and
certainly ain't--angst's puppet, hung.
Who submissive questions,
cowardly answers, bows, then scurrys,
when her strings are tugged.
She's that avid eagle,
with freedom's rein to soar.
Her nest--it never tethers,
with knowledge's thirst,
explores.
The world, it's but
her pearly oyster,
with every venture,
craves to seek
and conquer more.
Sometimes, try the things
Daring, venturesome and thrill
You haven't done yet.
When the clouds are high up in shape. My mind is high up in resolutional escape. When the sun is overhead, the soles of my feet overheat.
The more I walk, the more the ground I track blazes up and the clouds roll in a mob like they are running a marathon.
Where are they going to?
Why am I still walking? Should I join them?
Is time on their side ? Is it on my side?
Is it on your side?
Time ain't on anyone's side.Do that which you ought to do in this second, for in the next the cloud would have shifted and changed it's shape.
She climbed the hill of daffadils, her hips held a sway. The mountain laurels were in bloom, this bright sunny day. Meandering thru the forest the soft moss felt so light, she suddenly discovered a lovely mushroom site. She was quite happy with her find, the village of mushrooms surrounded by pines. They were off white, matsutake, if I gather several pounds, how much will they pay? The morel of this story is really not profound, as long as your still on this earth be sure to look around.
If you find yourself walking in the adventurous lane of love, you may find certain aspects of different lives intriguing. From things such as finding the smell of the rain pleasant to realizing how intriguing someone's eyes can be.
When you find someone you love, you start to wonder how you ever went on without them. Everything about them seems desirable, even their faults. The way that their hands move when their thinking, even the way their mouth moves when they are eating.
Some people wonder whether or not they will find love, if they will find that ever-long happiness that people seem to be blinded by. Everyone can find love, even if its not a person. You can find love for the simple things, such as the sound water can make when it hits the rocks of the stream bed, or the look of the cotton candy clouds during a sunset. Love can be every where you just have to look.
If you are lucky enough to find a person you love, hold them close. Everyday can be an escape of reality with the right person. Every one will fade into the back ground and your eyes will only be on that person.
Love is an adventure. Love is willing. Love is the feeling of security and happiness.
awake early morn
a rustle in my ivy
adventurous cat
Adventurous moonlight
Snaking through trees left and right
Landing on your smiling face
Unaware of the sly pun gone by
Mere backdrop to the laughing cries
Of summertime in the city
Pity
ADVENTUROUS
I know they are so rude and malicious
They just want to see me suffering in vicious
Still, I let it go, and I see everybody and everything kind, nice, and obvious
Life is wonderful and should be aventurous
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando October 24, 2016
BOOTY CALL
SENT
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REPENT
John G. Lawless
7/11/2015
ADVENTUROUS WOMANLife is to live and to chill in.
Just relax and lay back and enjoy your living.
Do not worry about crazy ass leaders in your country.
Law abides and that should tell them something.
If it does not, oust.
Egypt has done this to two.
Adventurous the world maintains.
You want to sightsee life insanely.
Skydiver you are.
You are on flight to the Republic of the Maldives.
A political escapade you have partook.
You are foreign blood from the United States.
This is your family origin and you want to connect.
Therefore, you donate to the cause to project.
Exploitation you do not mind.
You want a fulfilling life and one that enshrines.
No matter what the big picture is, your consideration is that life was given to live.
Thus, you contemplate with an inner focus.
You will enjoy life and all its trinkets.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 31, 2014!
You're too tall
Too funny
Too loud yet you're everything I never knew I wanted.
Your voice drives me
Crazy.
Up the wall
And I fall fall fall....
Why'd you have to go and sing some stupid song
About another girl
And throw it at my feet?
Because I told you
I like your music...
Why'd you have to
Send me the words I've been needing to hear
That you can't say without music?
I'm too quiet
Contradictory
Think too much.
You might
Be adventurous
But I think you're just scared...
Cuz you won't even say what we are
What we are
What we are
A herd of sheep
Went near a hill that was steep
They were in trouble
Like the spaceship Hubble
The shephered had to stop them
But he was guarding the gem
This looked very unfair
As no one was there to take care
A boy playing in the rain
Saw the sheep in pain
And drove away all the sheep with a cane
Benedict
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