March Kind words do nor cost much.Yet they accomplish much. -Blasie Pascal
May Do all the good you can, By all the means you can, In all the ways you can, In all the places you can, To all the people you can, As long as you ever can. -John wesley's rule
Endless Lake I stared into the dark,murky lake.It ripples as the silent wind whispers and brushes daintily and gently across the Icy dark water,around me spreads into the silent surroundings.As I Leaned forward I couldn't see the bottom,it was an endless lake, no end,never stopping,pitiless and hiding all it's secrets.The quivers of dark black water overlapped themselves and I saw my reflection.My brown hair falling into the pitless water,lacing the water.
Wild Fire Burning You stand in the kitchen your heart beating like a wild fire burning,your visions is becoming blurry,the worktop is becoming filled with tear drop puddles.As you hear the conversation between your lover,the one you thought you trusted and his dirty whore.You grit your teeth and wipe your eyes,leaving black smug marks behind.Your worst fear is being conformed right before your eyes.You cannot run away from it because it has already invaded your home.Rejection rings through your ears and fills your head,the heavy weight of one word is crushing you,picking you apart from the inside.Your heart feels as If it constricting not allowing a single breath in.Your feet move without a single word from your brain.You smash the doors open and hit the hard concrete fast leaving everything behind.You leave the familiar behind and run for the unknown. You hear him shout your name over and over again but that just makes you run faster.You decide impulsively you will never turn around,never look back,never endure his lies again.You say good bye to your old #life,you say goodbye to your old home,you say goodbye to him.You known that it's not ok,not now but it will be someday,your taking your #life back and moving forward one small step at a time.
Unknown Believe not each accusing Tongue as most weak mortals do. But still believe that story which ought not to be true. A cute little #poem my grandad Says a lot of the time :') x
