Beauty & Meaning

Many words i want to write only few are written, Many thoughts on the mind, only few are expressed, Many feelings to be felt, only few are felt, Many ideas in the brain, only few are executed, Many things to do, only few are done, The human nature is funny. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Dry beneath, the words doesn't fit, The muse is gone, like it never was, The ink is dry,  it cannot write a line, The mind is arid, like a deserted deserted,  This feeling is sad, it frustrate the craft, Writer's block hinders, the path to the mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The invisible pattern that controls our lives,  Some call it fate, destiny or something vague, Maybe it's the gene gifted to us by our parents,  Or it's a divine process orchestrated by the universe,  The invisible patterns that control our lives, at the end in our hands. ©✍️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Hooked up from dawn to dusk,  Held down by the box in his hands, He wishes to leave, but he is stuck, He is a prisoner of the small box She is always on every hour of the day, Snapping and slaying on different platforms, She replies to every buzz and icons. She is a prisoner of the small box. Prisoners of the small box, It shines its light into their eyes, And arrest their minds and souls, Stealing their time, senses, and purpose.  ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A tough doesn't always start tough, Sometimes it starts with a cooling rain, that wets the atmosphere with cool air, It makes you comfy and hopeful, as the sun brightens the day, Then it gets hazy, with series of frenzy taking place, Your mind is in disarray, your thoughts cannot hold or form, Then it's dusk, the day is gone in a tough run. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Drug is a journey that shouldn't be journeyed, It's an adventure that shouldn't be ventured, It's a race that shouldn't be raced, It's a ocean that shouldn't be navigated, It's a live, that shouldn't be lived, Because it always ends in destruction,  Drug derails, diminishes and destroys. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Just the two of us, together, stark nude on the bed, The atmosphere is boiling with passion, our bodies is spiked up by hormones,  Our eyes are ravaging our bodies, our hands are smooching, Tonight is going to be a long night, tonight is going to be a steamy night. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Pick your battles, not all fight are yours, Sometimes you have to fight, other times,you stay and watch, Not all battles must be fought, some come to test your resolve, Some are battles of the mind, some are battles of might, At the end, we pick the battles we fight. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

The green savannahs,  The hot arid deserts, The clear flowing springs, These are the beautiful gifts of nature. The bright, blazing bolts, The roars of thunderstorms, The mild and fierce rains, These are the beautiful gifts of nature. The chirping of insects, The barking and roaring of cats, The numerous voices of humans, These are the many beautiful gifts of nature. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The thoughts we entertain,  Becomes a seed in our mind, That grows to become words, Then later become our actions. The thought we entertain, Are not ordinary imagination, They mature into habits, That control our lives. The thoughts we entertain, Are not shallow or fleeting, The bore deep into our being, Till they become part of us. The thoughts we entertain, Should be filtered and selected, Our mind is a farmland, That should be healthily cultivated. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

In our darkest hours, that's when we form our strongest bonds, That's when we find the most loyal allies, because they're not after the clout. In our darkest times, that's when friendship is tested, We will know who is real, and those are from the thrill. In our darkest times, that's when are tested to our last wit, Then we will know the stuff we are made of,and what our strengths are. The darkest times is when our true self are formed,  Because a new self emerges, after we have gone through it all. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com

Nothing happens out of the blues,  There are usually signs, that we refuse to see, Some times, we are blinded by lust or love, Other times, we're blinded by sentiments and greed, In most cases, there are usually signs, some visible, some salient, But nothing ever happens out of the blues, we only choose to be blind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Let's make love tonight, with no strings attached,  Just two lustful souls devouring each other, satisfying our lust, Squeezing our bodies, moaning in sweet agony, Exploring our bodies, in ferocious ecstasy, Reaching different heights, till we get to the 9th cloud, Let's  tonight, till the morning come. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The year is wrapping up, without human permission, Slowly, but surely, another journey round the sun will be completed, Same with us, the aging journey continues,  The journey of the mind, isn't left out as well,  The days are travelling fast, same with the human race. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com