

Thoughts of youThere is a weight to the silence, a paradox in my heart. A voice to all my feelings, no, I couldn't even start. My mind cries out for solace, but rest it may never find. Thoughts you, they haunt me asleep, awake, combined.Thoughts of you


SilentIt isn't that I am at a loss for words. I simply lack the will, the courage,Silent
To shout it from the rooftops Essays I could write,
of the things I wished I'd said But my silence I have kept And so my thoughts are my own, Silent within my head.


BeautyI often find myself searching, for something I dont understand Like a drowning man still swimming, the distant promise of the land. I catch the slightest hint, A glimmer in a strangers eye, its here and gone again And Ive lost it as I pass them by, and I cant help but wonder, what drives that feeling away? Is there something I could have done, that would make that feeling stay? It is something that is beautiful, That promise of perfection. And it is then that I can see, in a moment of calm reflection, that if beauty is not free, &Beauty


BittersweetIts such a bittersweet feeling, creeping through my heart. Confusion, like an orchestra, has been playing from the start. Oh, the muddled mess I've made, of my life at every turn. Is there something more to this? or just a lesson I failed to learn. I hold on to this feeling, It's all I'm sure is true. Life becoming bittersweet, like the thought of me and you.Bittersweet
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"you are a good person, people will walk all over you becuase of it, dont let it discourage you"-Drunk guy at the bar
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"Yoga is a system of scientific methods for reuniting the soul with the Spirit....Yoga teaches us how to rise above the delusion of separation and realize our oneness with God." ~ Paramahansa Yogananda
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