Celebrate Love
Everyday of The Week
Because Nobody Knows
When Their Last Breath Will Be
Happy Daily
Day of Love, Friendship, Valentine
Until The Last Breath
Author: chika2b
Monochrome Monday~Tracks — AngelineM’s Blog
The track less traveled. Sometimes you have to get off the train and follow it if you’re looking for an adventure.
Monochrome Monday~Tracks — AngelineM’s Blog
True Love is True
Love is Unconditional
True Love is Unforgettable
Love is Selfless
True Love can be Selfish
Love is Art
True Love is Malleable
Love is Empathy
True Love is Empathetic
Love is Not Blind
True Love Can See
Love is an Immersive Experience
True Love, Submerged, Without Getting Lost
Love is Love
True Love is Love
One Thought Away
One thought can make you smile
One thought can make you cry
One thought can make you laugh
One thought can make you sad
One thought can give you pain
One thought can give you pleasure
One thought can give you life
One thought can leave you lifeless
One thought can make you mad
One thought can be powerful
One thought adds up
Be mindful of one thought
The Fallen Feather Builds a Home
The story of a feather
That once lived in a bird
Embedded in the skin
Detaching from its home
The wind blew
The feather flew
Rumored to be unworthy
Fallen off the feather’s home
People passing by
Without even a look
A bird flies, lands, picks up the feather
The feather becomes foundation
The feather builds a home
Your Words Vanished in History’s Truth
Your words
They sting like pros
Stabbing Swords
Legendary Forms
Parasite in my pores
Transformed myself toxic
Poisoned my own existence
Blinding fogs permeated vision
Coping skills
Self destruction, sabotage at will
Limitations
Transitioned to deflection
No expectation
Utter isolation
Peaceful meditation
Less intimidation
Healed incarnation
Abundant simulation
Your Words vanished
I replaced them with Truths
You do Better when you know better
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
The stages of grief when you find out and apply that when you know better you do better.
Judge a Book by It’s Content
Dandelions in the fields
Weeds that help to heal
Some pull and pluck and kill
The plant is a weed
Something too ill
Not knowing the speed
To cure, mend, and feed
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
Judge a book by it’s content
Everything has a purpose and grace
Even in the most forsaken place
The weed thrives, cures, and blooms
History’s Baggage Turned Into Blessings
If your hands are full of hate
You can’t receive peace
If your heart is full of bitterness
You have no room for love
If your mind is full of fear
You can’t think of paths as clear
If you hang on to history’s baggage
You can’t fly into promised lands
Sometimes loosing is not a loss
If you are opening and making room
For what is yet to come
What Weights You Down is Not an Anchor
What weights you down
Is not an anchor
When your hands are full
Your heart is empty
Your brain is blinded
Your intuition sidelined
You can’t receive
If you don’t let go
Of what weights you down
To release
Is to receive, and be freed
The Grind 