Beauty & Meaning

When the music stop, the party ends, Everyone departs, when the merry and fun stops, In dark times, no friends can be found, In happy times, the table is full, The irony of life, a sad reality, When you want to party, patty with those that remained. © Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A scattered mind, unbalanced and scattered,  Like a monkey it jumps, on different branches, It can't be calmed, it's so jam-packed,  Its focused is lost, to different likes, The scattered mind, a graveyard of talents.  ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Stay calm, breathe in, Let air flow in and out, Visit the sites in your mind, This time is for yourself. Take a break, Pause your mind, Reflect over your life,  The time is for yourself.  Take a walk, Alone with yourself, No phones or tech,  This time is for yourself.  ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

You best work comes on ordinary days,  Just like your every other work, It's a common work with your unique touch, It's a sum of consistent daily effort,  A product of everyday creativity,  Your best work isn't special,  It's the harvest of previous works. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Food for thought, for the famished soul,  A banquet and feast, to fill the mind, The ignorant soul, dies of  starvation, A simple soul, eats a little,  A deep soul, searches for more, Food for thought, is not for all. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The disliked ones are the bold ones, The odd ones that spare not the truth, They seek no friend or favour of any kind, Their words are void of deception and deceit, The disliked ones are the black sheeps in our lives.  ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Digging through the turf of the mind,  Through memories, histories and stories, A lot to unearth, to relive and visit, To get a feel of what you once felt, To understand what you didn't know,  Digging through the mind, an exercise for sane mind. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Somedays you won't find your rhythm, You will find it hard to write a simple line, A lot of words you have but nothing can be coined,  The harder you try, the harder it gets, Your pen will feel heavy in your hands, Even as your mind becomes dry and hard, It's not strange, it's ok to feel blank, It's a rite, all creative mind must pass. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Hope can be found in places we least expect,  In the darkest of places were no light can be found. In arid lands with parched grounds, a stream can be found if you hopefully search. In the coldest of nights, so frozen we are almost broken. We will find warmth when we look still. Hope can be found in the weirdest of places, just as finding a roots in the sky. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Write from your heart, from deep down unleash your genuis. Write from your head, coin and weave words into sweet and meaningful stories. Write what you see, let your sight, power your ink. Write for others, let their stories fuel your passion. Write in any story, give it a touch of your magic. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

So fast you can't catch it, So slow when you are waiting for it, Each slowly ticks away in little moments,  Soon the year is gone without you noticing,  That's a fast a year can elapse. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com