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Dream a dream for the less fortunate,
Dream a dream for the people who have lost their way and are hurting,
Dream a dream for love,life and the world to which you plant your feet on and embrace everything in.
When you dream a dream it can be good,bad or ugly but at least you are still dreaming.
Dream a dream because something is always trying to release itself.
Dreams are paths to deeper sorrows and breaks so don’t be afraid and DREAM A DREAM.
Blemishes exploding through time and space,
Stomping and regenerating itself after it manifests abroad.
Running from it and getting pulled back in by the worse of it,
How do you stop the blemishes that occur?
You move forward and brush yourself off and strive to be better.
You make choices that will set you up for amazing things.
Blemishes will always exist through time no matter what you do just try to push on and be the best you.
Running away
Rose Withers was a intelligent yet shy woman she spoke when spoken to but was always the type to go get what she wants. Everyone thought she was strange but yet mysterious and the reason for this will stem from her past ,present and future……..
Rose grew up with her grandmother Alice who always told her to be alert and ready to conquer the world.Now Rose being that she was only 8 at the time thought the world is a big place and it will take more than a 8 year old to conquer it.
One day as Rose was picking flowers in the backyard and all a sudden she heard a scream from the shed,”Come to me little one!” Rose stopped dead in her tracks and listened again, “Come to the light!”Rose with a fear driven look in her eyes ran as fast as she could into the house to her grandmother Alice.
A terrifying wreck Rose began to utter the words but nothing came out all of a sudden a wretched yell from her mouth shrieked out,”GHOST!!!”.Her grandmother brought her over to the couch sat her down and wiped her delicate tears. Softly she looked into her granddaughter’s eyes and said,”I wanted to wait until you were older to tell you about this but I guess I will tell you now.”
Rose dried up her tears and said between sobs,”What do you mean?”Alice grabbed Rose’s hand and lead her to the shed as she opened the shed Rose’s eyes grew as big as the moon. A green hue illuminated them it drew Rose in like a cheetah stalking it’s prey. “Come with me. ” Alice quietly guided Rose over to a black cauldron and told her to look inside. Rose peered inside and like a wave in the ocean her mother’s face appeared. Confused she looked up and said “What does this mean?”
Alice smiled and began explaining well Rose long ago me and your mom used to spend alot of time together fighting and casting spells on those who we thought would cause us harm. Rose listened with uncertainty….
Alice stopped and looked over at Rose,”You see Rose your mom and I are witches dear.”Rose stumbled backward and tripped over something big. She got up and ran out the shed toward the house. “Wait! Alice yelled as she chased after her.
What do you do when you have nowhere to turn?
Do you fake a smile or scream at the top of lungs?
The pain seeping through the cracks slowly unable to subside.
How do make it stop?
Tear everything down around you?
What truly is the answer there isn’t one because all pain stays with you it never goes away.
I know someone who had a beautiful soul inside and out,
She never took anyone or anything for granted.
A heart that everyone she met instantly fell in love with that woman was…MY MOM.
She was always there for me and never ever left me alone she is and will always be my complete work of art.
I love you mom 1/5/33-1/22/22
Flowers gently peeking up from the soil,
The forbidden sky trying to converse with the sun,
Leaves withering away to dust to welcome the new woes.
Summer blossom and blooms like a great offering given to us from the sky,
As we open our minds to the unknown we can not help but think about what the summer intels,
Summer blooms and blossoms and as we wait we wonder but until then continue to dance and sway effortlessly.
Rising to the depths of her inner soul she carries blank spaces her mind so wary.
Running through the burrows of her mine she collapses on the floor.
Breathing deeply her heart beating as fast as a train colliding with a tree,she screams out,What will become of me?
Blank spaces and everything in between she latches onto her self worth and poise,
Blank space is nothing until you beautify it,make it your own don’t simply unify it.
High tides splashing against her face cold as ice,
She is trying to escape the waves are too big.
She makes it to land famish and winded,
She thanks god for her life and everyone she offended.
As she lays there she looks up at the sky and let the warmth from the sun spread upon her face,
She asks herself why were the tides so high?
She gets up and spreads her wings to fly soaring beautifully through the blue morning sky.
Staring up at the sky with my eyes closed softly letting the wind touch my face that is the beauty of everything. Walking down the street listening to the leaves brush against the ground that is the beauty of everything. Listening to the rain make sweet music falling from the sunsetting reddish sky that is the beauty of everything. Smiling and listening to the birds sing is the beauty of everything. Hello my wonderful followers welcome so I ask you what do you feel like is your beauty of everything comment below🙂.
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