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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…
The lost souls of the heaven upon us,
they call for attention,
not knowing what happened to them.
Rest my dear ones,
the time has come.
You no longer need to worry,
there is a new road you need to ride.
And it is hell of a ride! 😉
This post was written for https://scvincent.com/2016/09/15/thursday-photo-prompt-gate-writephoto/
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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.
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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/
photo by Wynand von Poortvliet – click here for full res version
What tightens her to this place?
Strong thick unbreakable rope you would think.
But it is the good old fashioned love, that never lets her leave.
This post was written for TLT challenge
