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I found myself in the pure nature,
I opened my eyes and there I was,
in the arms of beautiful and mesmerizing mountains.
I left all the troubles and obstackes behing and chose another way.
There I was, on a boat, floating between the hills and trees.
I can’t catch my breath,
because I realized the most obvious thing.
All my life I was living in the wring world.
For years I spent my life trapped.
The life is here, outside the box.
Right here where I found my true self.
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let’s do this with everything we’ve got,
untill we go down.
When the day comes
it will be painfull,
we may never see the daylight again.
But let’s do this with the full power,
untill we go down.
Like this is the last perfect thing you can do for the world.
Like this is the only right thing to do.
Then let’s do it and never turn back again.
Let’s make ourselfs invincible for one last time.
Untill we go down…
photo by Ben Rosett
We don’t talk anymore.
I still see you smiling while looking to me.
You are not the little boy
and I am not the flower girl anymore.
We walked the line throughout our life together.
The path was not always studded with flowers,
but we made it till here.
Here is the place where I am now,
but you…
We don’t talk anymore.
There is nothing left to say without the loved one.
You are gone and I am sitting here, waiting.
The flowers in my hand slowly falling to the ground, I don’t remember who gave them to me.
You were my man, my friend, lover, family.
I was your flower girl since the day one.
You were my man till the end.
No more flowers, only sad hope that I see you soon enough.
This post was written for TLT challenge.
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the right words at the right time.
Girls are strong,
she said and then she marched her way to the crowd.
This is what SHE is.
A girl in a crowd, saying her words.
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I was the chosen one,
the one who would live.
They taught me to be brave,
to be my own personal hero.
Because from now on
I am on my own.
No more games with my sisters,
no more reading to my mother,
no more …
The commitment that I made,
will follow me forever,
whether it is good decision or not.
My new sisters are my leaders,
my teachers and my friends.
But I am more of a loner.
Trying to keep the memory of you all.
This world of beauty and discipline,
dances and poetry,
that is the world, that I live in.
Yet I long for a real life
where I meet you again.
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Writers, those pure souls of this earth.
We know them, we cherish them,
we love them, we admire them.
What it takes to be a writer?
To have a dream and make it true.
To live in many version of the world.
To have the guts to share his thoughts.
To risk everything and get nothing.
But is it worth it?
Oh, hell yeah !
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We, the runaways are wild
running free.
Sleeping under the shiny sky,
breathing the air of freedom.
What happened to our lost homes?
We are now bonded,
but each of us is lonely.
Without each other, we are loners.
I don’t want to be alone here…
Brooke Shaden
I can hear you laughing,
as you were still here.
I can see you walking on the beach,
as I saw you years ago.
As if you have never left.
I remember those days,
when you called my name,
to follow your lead.
Now it is just me here.
I have nobody to follow.
This post was written for:
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/06/21/photo-challenge-118/
Everyday I have a reason to wake up,
every single moment
has a meaning.
it is the meaning of LIFE.
Here and now…
She was a dreamer,
walking on a cloud
catching blue butterflies.
Never wanting to give up,
she had a clean target.
For most of us impossible vision,
for her the only possible way of living.
There in the mountain,
in the middle of nowhere,
she lives and keeps her dreams alive.
To live clean a healthy life away from this world.
To be far from technology and modernity.
She went back to the life as she knew it before.
And she is happier than she ever was.
How she did it, you may ask.
Well, sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith.
This post was written for
Writing Prompt #161 “Collage 24” | Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/05/29/writing-prompt-161-collage-24/
