“Music is heard in the background. As the movement becomes sharper; the many dancers acting but as one. She is one with her secret. As the time draws near, the woman's body begins to push. With the rhythm of the music and the beat of the dancer's feet; her secret almost revealed.”
? Lisa C. Miller, Godly Inspirations For The Troubled Soul
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As every moment passes by, I feel burdened by the thought that perhaps, a lifetime is nothing. It is entirely nothing, just another breathing space created by the intertwined threads of time, and when that given time is bled dry, the space will disappear, only to become the breath of a someone that doesn't require time.
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Let forgiveness weave its golden thread, Healing wounds that once bled, For in its power, we transcend, And find love and peace, until the end.
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Life is similar to a maze. The pieces of
the puzzle is scrambled yet you will
eventually, lead you toward your path
there will be detours for one's growth.
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Life is similar to a maze. The pieces of
the puzzle is scrambled and will eventually
lead you toward your path, yet it will be
detours.
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- Lives lost cannot be re-assembled -
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A sincere smile is a kiss for a troubled soul, a hug for a wounded heart.
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We all have something to say about life, love, liberty, and lingo. However, there are those of us that were born uniquely bold. Thereby, we follow not after those that have stumbled before us. We brave new creative laws of literature. "So as it is written, so shall it be done."
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At a troubled time when the bedeviling binds on our minds have landed us in a lampoonery of a life and we move boustrophedon between boisterous buffooneries and cacophonous contumelies, literature, if not a splendid cynosure to our goals, is, I daresay, a salubrious salve to our souls that seldom cease to seethe.
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ah, what happens to a man when he reaches the middle point, stasis turns inwards towards the future; ah, what happens to a man when he reaches crescendo, he drowns in her waves of bravado, each season humbled " Lovejoy-Burton (LadyLabyrinth 3rd Dec 2019)
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"ah, what happens to a man when he reaches the middle point, stasis turns inwards towards the future; ah, what happens to a man when he reaches crescendo, he drowns in her waves of bravado, each season humbled " Lovejoy-Burton (LadyLabyrinth 3rd Dec 2019)
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The Way is like an Oasis. One may lend you past The Way. If One does not stop and drink for oneself, it is like One never found The Way. Then it is naught but a Mirage, a fabled Oasis. -LEEL-
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People come and people go..The boats are assembled in a row..When will i be a boat out in the sea?..When will i see the unseen? -Suyasha
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A bleeding heart soon gets bled dry
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Suffocated in his tiny little World he is troubled by always breathing in the same air that he breathes out because it's well known that mediocrity is a penalty for lack of goals...
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Carve your dreams in rows and columns, it allows you quick navigation when in need of redirection or in troubled times.
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A bleeding heart it gets bled dry
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A profusion of jumbled words flow through recesses of my mind, sorting themselves as they reach my fingertips, and, occasionally, manifesting themselves in an order and with a profundity which seems to have come from another dimension, one that I have not yet consciously surveyed, yet comprehend.
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