Beauty & Meaning

Let your light shine. Don't hold it back. Spread it wide. To make the world waow. Don't dim your light, for anyone. Or lower it down. To make others smile. In every place. Let your light shine. Luceat lux vestra. Poet: Toobrightanthony@gmail.com. 📸   : @pexels.

When the chips are down, Don't give up, Don't cower in, Just be strong, Weather the storm, It may seem long, It is for a while, Don't lose hope, It's a phase, Not an end, Soon, enough, Fate will turn, You will smile, And be grateful, For not giving up, When the chips were down.

The road to love. Not one and the same. Some found it simple and plain. Some went through hell to gain. Some had it tough and rough. Some left it along the way. To Some it's sweet, and a bit sour. To others, it's bitter and stale No matter the road you take. It starts with loving your self. Poet : Toobrightanthony. 📸  : Pixabay@pexels.

The gift of fear. Keeps you in check. Makes you think twice. Of consequences before you act. The gift of fear. Scares you out. Helps you to know. If to take a risk or not. The gift of fear. Colď and scarry. Helps you to prioritise. Your life ahead. The gift of fear. No one desires it. But without it. We will be in anarchy. Poet : @Toobrightanthony. 📸    : @ Pixabay.

Many thoughts awakened. Many emotions evoked  I don't know how to tell. I don't know how to feel. The colours on my mind. The different feelings they display. Some of happiness and joy. Some for sadness and sorrows. Others I can't explain. Some are quite plain. At the end of the day. The colours are beautiful always. © Toobrightanthony. 📸 : Pixabay@pexels.

Rise up before others. Commit your day to the higest order. Exercise and meditate. It will help your comcentrate. Write our your plans for the day. Step by step, don't be dismay. Smile and laugh as your take on the day. Don't worry, it is going to be a greet day. Poet: @Toobrightanthony. 📸: Saifullah hazeel@pexels

Started from your bed. Your eyes is crimson red. Your didn't sleep enough. You were online on through. You swore you will change. Your phone is your cage. From the start of the day. You can't get away. Different trends and gist. A thrill You don't want to miss. Soon it will past midnight. You have lost the the fight. Poet @Toobrightanthony 📸  @pexels.

Don't care too much. So it won't hurt so bad. When it comes to an end. As it always do. How do you love. Without giving all. It can't be love. If you can't give all. It is quite tiring. Modern love is frustrating. It is a game of deceit. That is just for profit. Love should  be genuine . Not perfect, but true. It shouldn't be  tool. To make others be a fool. @Toobrightanthony 📸: Van Thang @pexels.

Letting go, is the hardest part. Trust me, it gets easier with time. Gradually, the knots of emotion unties. And love tends to die. It may seem hard at first. You can't tell what is next. Maybe the love you seek is out there. You can't get it in here   📸: Caio

A season of love. A time to express our affection. To celebrate the love in us  To show love to all. To lovers and families. To friends and acquitances. No one should be left out. Even the strangers outside It is a season of love for all. Because, everyone deserves love. Poet: @Toobrightanthony. 📸 : Alleksana@pexels.

A clear mind Not clogged or bogged. With issues and thoughts. A blessing, so rare to find. A fit body. Lean and free. Can move and feel. Is so great a gift. A supportive  network of friends. And a family jointly knitted. A support everyone crave for. Can't yourself  lucky to have one. The blessings we have. And don't appreciate. Are desired by many. Be grateful for them all. Poet : @Toobrightanthony 📸 : Cottonbro studios @pexels .com

The story of your life. A tale still in writing. Even after many pages. The next page is a new page. Your story is in continuation. No matter your situation. You're the author. It's your story. It hasn't end. Don't give up yet. The power is in your hands. Take your pen. Write the story you desire!. @Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.

I am here again. In the murky water of pleasurable pain. That disgusts my soul, without any gain. Like a prisoner held in chains. I am well contained. I tried to abstain. All was in vain. I am here to bargain. For my fredom, to  regain. Don't have me to blame. I am in love with my chains. @Toobrightanthony 📸 : Markus spiske @pexels

I went through my archives last night. I saw your pictures in one of my files. Your beautiful made me smile. I saw tears coming down my eyes. I went through my archives last night. I couldn't help it but admire your beauty again. You left my heart with so much pain. After you kept me out of the way. I went through my archives last night. I must confess, my feelings haven't changed. Even though you're far away. I felt the same way, after seeing your face.   @Toobrightanthony

Billy the cute goat, He follows his mum, Limping on his toe. He broke it few week ago, Exactly when he clocked a week old. He always wear a smile everywhere he goes  The pain he feels he hardly show. He loves fun always playing in the snow. His broken toe never stop his joy. His broken leg didn't break his soul. We should all be like billy, and be a free soul. 📸 : David Selbert@pexels. Poet : @Toobrightanthony  

The runway to her heart. Filled with bristles. littered with debris of betrayal. Guarded by thorns and spikes To prevent another crash. The runway to her heart. Shattered and battered. Hard and crass. Cold and hot. To keep her warm. The runway to her heart. Used to be smooth. In her teens and youth. Several times she was made a fool. For making it smooth. The runway to her heart. Zigzag and swervy. Rough and tough. It's not her fault. Love toughened her up. © Toobrightanthony 📸: Designecologist@pexels.

Count your blessings. The common and  easy ones. The basic and mundane. It's a blessing that many crave. Count your blessings. The gift of breath. The gift of thought. It is a treasure to some. Count your blessings. Don't take them for granted. Many wish to experience them. Don't be an ingrate. @Toobrightanthony 📸 : Brett Jordan@pexels.