At times voices must be stopped with the weight, authority, and reality of an iron grip.
God You are wise and You’re really great,
You’re timing is not too soon or too late,
Truly Thou art great and My God
So I stepped upon the thorn, and it went deeply in my skin,
And it’s hard to fight the pain when it’s coming from within,
Never talk unless you are willing to listen.
They’re Nice but Gossip. ( It overtakes us all so easily, tame the tongue and attempt to tame the mind)
When I finally have something lovely in my grasp I do not have the courage to clench my fingers.
Dark and Shiny
Standing words pulled in to now may crush the cane of the elder’s back,
Missed, then realized, just like usual, but better than not realizing at all
Too loose makes appear awkward and small
Toes and Fingers cold
The little man tries to hold, and smiles, releases, and throws, playing having fun, cute, little, chubby boy aspiring hard for his goal, and is happy at completion
Since they won’t take No, I’ll tell them a story to make them laugh and then say probably not,
Partly part of me.
Sigh to be cool
Nonsense makes me feel for reality
Anger thrives from useless criticism
Don’t you love it when you are right, but don’t inflate your head, someone might pop your bubble.
Don’t you hate it when you slip, we all trip.
Nice last second hat-trick, only scorer of the game, victory
2 lives, wants them both, the other was a stranger but is reaching for, pure, inviting, warm, that one is exciting
All things that do not have liquid do not have life
Glad to see come
Your smile is a candle that brightens and warms even the darkest and most callused corners of my heart, until they are tender with love for you.
Tis but a spark blown from passionate inferno that you lit in my heart.
Describe to me, in words of truth, what is far from me and close to you. Simple, depending on who you are.
If your toast is burnt drink a milkshake.
Whatever I hold in my hands for long, withers.
Chewbey embarked on a quest to fill up his blender. He found chocolate and marshmallows, and chocolate brownies, and vanilla ice cream.
A poet is not merely someone who can woe a girl by referring to her as a flower of fire; A poet is someone who can enchant a woman by comparing her to a wombat.

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