Find your dream and stick with it...or your life will have slipped past in a whisper with you still on the bottom.
This other nice tiny creature says hi to piggy:
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He knows, that's why he smiles so often. He's quite into showing off![]()
hey!! those are very nice poemsi like the rhymes~
Find your dream and stick with it...or your life will have slipped past in a whisper with you still on the bottom.
We will always be
You and me
Flying so freely
through time we'll be
Find your dream and stick with it...or your life will have slipped past in a whisper with you still on the bottom.
Brief, yet right to the senses, like a hit between the eyes![]()
yes, it has a certain ring to it, doesn't it.
Here's some more freestyling.
Let's be free,
Where we'll finally see
Apart is best,
It won't make our love less
And yet I feel
empty and sealed
Nothing coming in or out
never finding out what love is about
but loving every moment
that you and me have been.
We could be friends you say
But that is not what I crave
So if nothing else,
I'll just listen to my own heart pulse...
missing the one I used to listen to
To me, it used to soothe.
but the pain is so intense
it makes no sense
because as much as I want you
I push away and lose
lose my heart, my soul and joy
lose my courage to convey....
How the heck am I supposed to end this one? I just kept on going!
Find your dream and stick with it...or your life will have slipped past in a whisper with you still on the bottom.
The songs of the Maker
Are the most soothing of all.
They cure sorrows, heartaches,
and whatever!
And the beauty of it is
That they cost you nothing!
I will extend the conversation to a possibility that may help you continue this poem, if that is what you want. Let's suppose that the story between the two actually took place for a while. People often care mostly about their own feelings and needs. As much as it may hurt, they pay little or no attention at the effects they cause on others. Just to illustrate it a little further, they first draw a picture where you are supposed to be the main character, then they pick an eraser, and start taking you out of the picture very gradually under the belief that you will not notice, and when you notice and ask what's going on, they end up sketching their reasons, but don't expect them to ask you for your opinion. They just won't. They begin it, make it last as long as they want, they end it. You don't have a pencil on their drawing. It's their canvas, their pencils, their strokes, their hands, their moods, their choices... their drawing, not the drawing of both.
I hope my above comment, inspired by true events that you can find anywhere around any corner, may give you a few ideas.
It is catching indeed. Pity that many people can't find any healing in them, as costless as they may be. When it's not enough, it just won't be enough, although it's just a thought, with all due respect for those who actually feel their soothing effect.
Very good explaniation Max, I understand completely what you're trying to say. The last two sentences really caught my attention. Thanks for giving me a full explaniation to work with.
It has given me some more to think about. I may finish that poem off with your help, Maxey! As always, you're a big help!Just let me...think for a bit.
Yes. I understnad what you're trying to say.![]()
Find your dream and stick with it...or your life will have slipped past in a whisper with you still on the bottom.