Beauty & Meaning

Downtime, low vibe from the churning mind, The words are hard to come by,  The rhymes are disjointed and doesn't rhyme, Each new line, is worse than the last, The mind is parched like desert lands, This is the stage many give up, It's all part of the creative cycle.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Brain rot,  The gradual decay of human thoughts,  The decadence of nuance and essence,  The rise of fatuous and vacuous minds, The era of banal words, with ephemeral lives, The emergence of shallow thinking, was birthed by fast living,  Brain rot is a menace, that was birthed by our impatience. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

The fragile soul, Gentle to a fault, Avoid friction,  She is afraid to own. The fragile soul,  Seeks to be liked, A people pleaser, An enemy to himself. The fragile soul, He exist in bubble, He evades reality,  To remain in his illusion. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

What the body wants? Go food to grow, Some bodily exercise, And a place to rest. What the soul needs? To love and be loved,  A lot of positivity, And some time alone.  What the spirit needs? A lot of faith, To connect with nature, And to know its maker. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A poem for the morning,  Rise up with the sun,  Say your thanks, It's a brand new day. A poem for the morning, Exercise your body, Nurture your mind, Take on the day. A poem for the morning Enjoy every moment,  Be involved in them, Learn your lessons. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A poem for the night, Sharing some thoughts, Unpacking my mind, At the end of the day. A poem for the night, The mind is full, From the day's acts, It's time to reflect.  A poem for the night,  Keep it short, Just few words, Then call it a day. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com