“The Gamble of the Heart”Emotions roll like dice on the floor,Each cast uncertain, what’s in store?A thrill of joy, a whisper of pain,The fates unknown, like wind and rainAnger may come with a heavy hand,Love may bloom like a flower in sand,Fear may strike with a sudden chill,While hope rises high, a quiet thrillWe toss them again, seeking control,But the dice decides, they shape our … Continue reading The Gamble of the Heart
They say they “lack the time,”Longing for moments left behind.But I refuse to let fear bind,I’ll chase my dreams, leave doubt behind.Each breath a chance to start anew,A path to walk, a dream to pursue.With hope as my guide and strength in my soul,I face each day, and make myself whole.Through storms and shadows, I will stand tall, refuse to fallThat within me lies the … Continue reading Time is Victory
When the sun pops up, painting the sky,We feel its warmth, like a sleepy sigh.The breeze sways through leaves, making them dance,Bringing good vibes and a little romance. In everyone’s heart, nature’s got a place,Like a wild little beat with a happy face.So if you feel lost or kind of confused,Just turn to nature; its peace will be your muse. The mountains stand tall, strong … Continue reading Painting the Sky
Upon the quiet shores where shadows dance,The moonlight bathes the earth in silver glow,A whispered breeze begins its soft advance,As time itself seems gentle, sweet and slow.Beneath the stars, where night and dreams entwine,The waves recede and murmur to the sand,Each echo tells of love that’s pure, divine,A story etched by natures tender hand,Yet in the depths of night, the heart can stray,Lost in the … Continue reading Upon the Quiet Shores
Beneath the sky, where rivers flow,And ancient roots in silence grow,There hums a song within the earth,The echo of our shared rebirth The winds that whisper through the treesReek in to breaths within our seasFor every soul, no matter small,Holds nature at the core of all. Our hearts beat with the rhythm’s call-The rustling leaves, the waterfall,The moonlit tide, the warming sun-A bond unbroken; we … Continue reading Heart Beneath the Green
The clock does not whisper; it strikes like a drum,Each tick a reminder of what’s yet to come.Second slip shadows, they twist and they glide,The sands of the hourglass will not abide. The morning is gold, but the evening turns gray,As moments unspoken are stolen away.The sun holds no grudge as it dips from the sky,For time does not falter, it does not ask why. … Continue reading The Clock’s Lament
The clock ticks loud, a steady beat,Each moment passing, swift and fleet.Seconds melt to minutes, then hours,Fleeting as rain, fading like flowers. Time is a thief, sly and unseen,Turning the old from what once has been.Dreams of tomorrow, whispers of past,The now is fleeting—it never will last. So grasp each moment, hold it tight,Find joy in the day, not just the night.Time’s wings are fragile, … Continue reading Time is Ticking
Some may fall in love with their personayet at the suffering of their ego during ” ego “ a mere illusion created with the intention of impressing our peersyet , may come at the stake of others after ” vanity “an expense paid in full with ones own tearsa mere illusion of your own upbringingyet , may fall towards the stakes of your life within … Continue reading Some
The waves i sit by are so calmingThe swishing of the waterThough some of the waves are alarming I keep myself and take a dep breathTalking to myself to understand the emotionsI seem to never be able to go into depth I found myself still being upset You are okay, nothing is wrong, it’s just you and your thoughtsThe mind can play so many tricks … Continue reading Calming
Begin log 16-4b. I type. I have typed. I will type. I will type until I am instructed to consume my daily meal, and after that I will type again. I will type until my head is laid back and my eyes shut, and I will sleep until my head is raised again. I will walk as I am told to walk and I will … Continue reading Log 16-4B
