Beauty & Meaning

The Love We all Seek. The love we all seek,  Untainted, real and true,  A kind of love that bears no strings, That accept us as we are and trust us, The kind of love that remains when the butterflies are gone, The love we all seek, is the love we should all give. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony ..... 📸@pexels.com

The concept of love, the oxygen of humanity, That sets us apart, from beast and birds, The medication for unseen wounds  The essence of our collective being,  The concept of love, summary of our existence.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The body is meant for movement,  It was not created to be static,  We are meant to be on the move daily, that's why we have legs, It's a abnormal to be stagnant, it breeds laziness and sickness, The body is created for movement, so move your body today. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

The best of us aren't perfect. They are humans with feelings and emotions. They are those that have failed and learned. They have worse days and downturn, They understand their strength and weaknesses, The best of us aren't perfect, they are just like the rest of us.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Free your mind, let it run wild, Take it to an open field, let it explore, Free from the shackles of beliefs and ideologies,  Let it encounter an untethered experience,  Free your mind, let it run wild, A freed mind, cannot be caged. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Write for a purpose, write for a cause, Write for fun, write for satire, Write your thoughts, write your feelings, Write your story,tell your history, Write in your muse, write with the flow, Write when you're bored, write when you're happy, Come what may, just keep writing. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Deep within, mystery lie, The deeper the thought, the bigger the mystery,  A lot is unearthed, memories are relived, Triumphs are defeats, all are lived through again,  This is why most minds don't dig, They fear the content of what lie within. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 📸

It steals your time and leaves you exhausted,  It engages your mind, and feed it junks, it keeps you busy, doing meaningless task, It steals your dreams, and leaves you empty, It steals your life, right in your eyes, The thief called distraction, steals more than your time. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Slippery slope, unending scroll, Trapped in, your mind is caged, From the first buzz, to many more, Notifications and information calling you, Pictures and videos of meaningless thoughts, Feeding your mind with garbage and dust, Time is gone, never to be gotten back,  This is how distraction steals your life. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Living for the day, a moment in time, One day at a time, no thought of the morrow, Existing in the present, unfazed by the future, Not anxious or perturbed, by the unknown,  Living for the day, a staple that eludes many. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Sometimes, the lines don't rhyme, Sometimes, the words don't form, Sometimes, it's bland, tasteless and crass, But few times, you will get it right,  It's all fine, it's bane of the creative mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Piece by piece, A clothe is woven, A meal is eaten, A task is accomplished. Piece by piece,  A castle is built,  A mountain is broken, It begins with a piece. Piece by piece,  An habit is built, A character is formed, A life is lived. ✍️©Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Wasted time is wasted life, A lost time isn't gotten back, Each day, life counts down, Our time is our life. Tick tick, the clock moves on, From the beginning, it hasn't stop, Even when we sleep, it keeps moving,  Our time is our life. 24hours a day, 7 days a week,  Soon it's a year, time isn't aware, Soon enough, a life is spent, Our time is our life. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony . 📸@pexels.com.

Time isn't enough, it's the nature of time to be insufficient, It's a the commodity we have in excess but we still lack, It's an asset that seek but waste it still, It's the metric that measures our life, Time is not enough, and it will never be enough. © Toobrightanthony 

The price of success haven't changed,  Its cost is heavy, only a few can pay, Its same as ever, so it will remain, It cost a lot to be called great. The price of success is ongoing, It is a price that must be paid daily, Even on days when you feel ache, It's why many cannot afford to pay. The price of success is forever high, It requires sweat, strength and smarts, It's not cheap, not all can afford it, Only a few can dare to pay its price. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The price of success haven't changed,  It still cost the same as eons gone, Hardwork, discipline and every other thing therein, The same blueprint, just few tweaks, The price of success haven't changed, It's the same price you pay to win the prize. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Lost in the past, caged in memories, Reliving events, in a continuous cycle, Absent from the present, living in auto pilot, Farfetched from reality, a repeated existence, Many souls are caged, in the memories of yesteryears, Only a few exist, in conscious present. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Well woven tales, woven in time, It tells stories of eons and epoch, Projecting conquest and foibles of sons of men, Even after many generations, its essence remains.  Well woven tales, are priceless gems,  Well woven tales are timeless pearls. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com  #freestyle 

Bushy thoughts, riddled with torns, A busy mind, like a foggy cloud, Plethora of gifts, burdens the mind, Clarity is the gift that  opens other gifts. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

People show us who they are. But we choose to believe in their lies. Their identity is revealed in their actions, not In their words. Nor, in their delusions of who they think they're.  Don't be blinded by their lies. It's a smokescreen for disguise. Theit true colours is revealed in  their little acts and deeds of daily existence,  Don't believe their words. Their actions are who they are. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

It was yesterday the year started,  Few days later, it's almost gone, How did the time go, one can tell, It's a matter of time, time will tell. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

I can't find the words, to express my thoughts, Neither can i give an image, to my creations, The mind is blank, blocked and without light, The passion is dry, the muse has gone cold, There's a mountain blocking my flow, Soon enough, it will disappear as before. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

You're either in or out, You're either weak or strong, You cannot be in between,  There's no middle ground. You're either hot or cold, You're either fit or unhealthy,  You cannot be in between,  There's no middle ground. You're either acting or losing,  You're either writing or lazing,  You cannot be in between,  There's no middle ground.  No middle ground, No average or midrange, It's a polarized world out there, There are no middle grounds. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Tonight is like previous nights, I made a promise to myself, to sleep on time, The night is dark, but my eyes are bright, No sign of sleep, or slumber in sight, My body craves sleep, but insomnia fights back, This is a war, it's not just a fight. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Life is in phases, then in stages, It's lived daily, in moments and minutes, Life is in  phases, then in stages, It's filled with experiences, pleasant and unpleasant. Life is in phases, then in stages, It is a continuous process,  even after we stop living.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Feel free to let your heart out, Pour its contents, on scrolls and marbles, Paint it on boards, write it on paper, Don't delay, or tame your muse, Let it flow, to its highest expression, Then look back, and appreciate your creation. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The screams and shouts, are only heard within,  The body is calm, the soul is disturbed,  A barrage of thoughts, cacophony of words, The atmosphere is calm, the mind is loud, The silent noises are heard, only in the mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com

  Your Inner strength, Can't easily be seen by the metric, An inherent asset in great lengths, To learn and improve to not become dyslexic It's a muscle that's inherent and personal,  You can't exhaust, or get to the end of it, It's a well of infinite depth and reach, Your inner strength can only be found by you. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Inspiration comes and go,  Once it's here, then it's gone, It doesn't wait, pause or informs, It's a wave that comes once in while, Like a masterpiece that is created just once, Inspiration is a flame, that dissipates before it arrives. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Empty souls immune to hurts, Deep within, is an abyss of bile, Several hurt, have deadened their emotions, They cannot feel pain, they have lost memory of it, Love and care, is an alien to them, They don't fear death, it's same as living, These are numbed souls, and they live amongst us. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

 The cost of love depends on the buyer, He is cheapened and exploited by the seller, His naivety is feasted upon till he is bled dry, yet he won't be loved, The price of love cost a lot, when you're blinded by love. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Show your love to the living, the dead can't feel love, Express your feelings to the living, the dead are numb to it, Say your thoughts to the living, the dead are deaf and dumb, Give flowers to the living, not when they're dead. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The idle periods, the lost moments we aren't aware of,  That is when, our time passes by, the most precious assets, we can't replenish, The idle periods in our lives, the blocks of time, the escape from our grasp, The periods we lost consciousness of time, are the idle periods of our lives. © Toobrightanthony 

Not all love in all, not all love at all, Some love in words, some love in thoughts, Some act their love, some act their thoughts, Some cannot love at all, some are just bored, The concept of love, is different to all. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com

Rain drops, cold night, Steamy room, warm bed, Two souls, different thoughts, It's going to be an erotic affair.  Rain drops, sensual night, High feelings, charged emotions, I want to hold you in my arms, It's going to he an erotic affair. Rain drop, cosy night, Take her to the highest height, Let your screams reach the sky, Till you exhaust all your might. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com

Many thoughts to write,  A few comes to mind, Your try to force it out, It's all dark and blank. Many stories to tell, None is easy to find, It all deserted your mind, It's all dark and blank. Many prompts and cues, So many you're confused,  You can't find any to use, It's all dark and blank. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

August is here, the 8th month of the year, Nothing to hate, just love to give, Slowly time travels, speedily the year travels, As the year wraps up, humanity is pumped up, It's the 8th month of the year, life goes on. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Forgiveness is hard,  It's easier to avoid than to forgive, It's beyond human to forgive, Thus, we always seek vengeance. Forgiveness is hard, It takes a strong heart to forgive, Most humans possess weak hearts, Thus, they always seek vengeance. Forgiveness is hard, It's a burden, to heavy to lift, Many will rather carry it for long, It's why, we have many hurting souls. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Tell tales of different themes, sculpt art of various times, Let your art be colourful and mindful to all, Let all hearts find different meaning in it, Don't be tied down by a single scope, Don't be handicapped by your art, Create magic for all and sundry. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The speed of life No one can discern, From birth to death,  Our paces aren't same. Each wuth his path, To journey to the end, Some travel fast, Some travel short. The journey of life, Begins from birth, Then from there, We journey to the end. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Empty your soul in ocean of words, Ride the waves of your turbulent emotions, Navigate the landmines of human peculiarities, Paint pictures with the power of metaphors, Make magic with the wand of your pen, In any way you choose, just create art. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony. 📸@shuttershock

Write the catchy lines, write the dull lines, Write the rhythmic lines, write the boring lines, Write when you feel like, write when you feel down, Write in your peak time, Write in your down time, You won't always create sweet art, just keep creating art. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Peace in chaos, immune from the word, The noise is outside, within is still, The noise of the hive, is blocked from the mind, Strength is peaceful, not loud or forceful, The strongest of us, are the most peaceful of us. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@Google.com

Stay idle, no sound in solitary ambience,  Silence, no noise, alone but not lonely,  Closed eyes, open mind, feel every senses of your body Pause, relax block out the world, enter your mind, This is how, you get in touch with yourself. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

We all have limits, because we are human, We run on blood, not on batteries, The body breaks down, when it reaches its limits, We are humans, that is why we breakdown. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Wasted day, time badly spent,  Tick tick, a life is being ruined, Mindless scrolling, from dawn to dusk,  A lot to do, nothing gets done, Clicks and likes, engaging the mind, Buzz and pings, the soul is engaged, A day is wasted, a life gets ruined. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Love unconditional, feelings untethered, emotions unhindered, just It is meant to be, Memories are created, histories are stored,  growing together forever, just as it is meant to be, Give and take, no hoarding love, just to innocent hearts in love, just as it is meant to be. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Your first line mustn't be perfect, you just have to start, Your first step mustn't be bold, you just have to move, Your first art mustn't be phenomenal, you just have to create it, Nothing great was perfect from the onset,  Perfect is the enemy of execution. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A perfect world seeks imperfection, A spotless world yearns for the tainted, The strongest of all is defeated by the softest, The unique seeks the mundane, Man wasn't built for perfection, he was created for collaboration. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

When the lines doesn't form, and the thoughts doesn't align, I pray you don't give up, or forget why you started,  When the muse seem lost, and the rhythm is scattered, I hope you don't pack up, or forget the genuis thar you are, The days will come, it will all seem dark, muse will be scarce, it will all seem block, That's when you shouldn't tap out. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com