STAND TALL

 

 

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

 

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THE LAST TREE STANDING

 

 

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I hear sounds of trees falling

and cries of animals dying.

The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,

monstrous symbols to mankind.

Fewer trees dot the naked landscape.

Dirty water fills the lakes and ocean.

Mankind has changed the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

 

TURN ME

 

 

Turn me.

Change me.

I want to be

different.

Unique.

Exciting.

Just not me.

FACE THE WIND

 

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

For time to pass.

The world to change.

But day by day.

People come and go.

Live their short lives.

Leaving no change at all.

Source:weheartit.com

LIVE THE STORY

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by Karolina Danek

 

Books change me.

They influence me.

Make me theirs.

I become their characters.

I live their stories.

CONTINUUM

 

 

CONTINUUM

Life has no beginning
And no end.
Only a state of flux.
Step onto the ride 
And hold on tight.

 

 

BUDS OF HOPE

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range. 
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

CONTINUUM

CONTINUUM

Life has no beginning
And no end.
Only a state of flux.
Step onto the ride
And hold on tight.

MOTION

Motion.

The world is in motion.

Nothing stays still for long.

Life is in a constant

flux of change,

for better,

or for worse.

We can’t stop it.

We can’t slow it down.

We must ride with it.

And see where it takes us.

Each one of us has our

own journey to follow.

Where it will lead,

no one can tell us.

It has a beginning and an end.

But the middle is the unknown entity.

Something we must create

for ourselves.

Might as well enjoy the ride

for as long as it lasts.

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

Look into my eyes.

What do you see?

Do you see a reflection

of yourself?

Do you see what I see

when I look at you?

Do you like what you see?

If not, then there’s still time

to change.

To become a better person.

What do other people see

when they look at you?