Beauty & Meaning

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 

Time doesn't go as we plan, it flows on its track, We slate our time for different tasks, and our lives in ages and stages, Believing we have time on the tip of our grasp, But time follows a different track, most times, it doesn’t follow our path, Time has been here before we arrived, and it will remain, after we depart.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com