Beauty & Meaning

Some little thoughts before you call it a day, A lot can't be said in 4 lines, but i will try to keep it concise, Just remember not to hold it much to your heart, Now, call it a day, tomorrow is another page. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The math of life doesn't always balance out, Sometimes it is positive, other times it's not,  Sometimes you earn, sometimes you learn, Some days are winning days, some days are learning days, The math of life doesn't always balance out, because balance is an illusion. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Left and right, the human divide, A polarised world, different sides, different fights,  The fights for rights, humanity suffers, Different race, colours and tribes, but deep down we all are the same, The colour of humanity: is love  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Some days are spent alone Just you and your thoughts, and no one else,  To look at your body, and converse with your soul,  To listen to the voice that has been silenced by the daily grind, Some days are spent alone, these are the days that your learn yourself.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com 

A day on, a day off, the inconsistent mind, Sometimes it takes long, like after a while,  It follows a pattern,  but it's never straight,  It's easily attracted, and quickly distracted,  Have done works, nothing gets finished,  The inconsistent mind, is a mess of a mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

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 

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 

Start early,  In the morning,  Do the necessary tasks.  As soon as possible.  Start early,  Don't wait for later,  Start when the day break, Wake up with the morning sun. Start early,  As soon as it's dawn, Not when the sun is up, By dusk, you will be done. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Take a break from the busy life, embrace the serenity of solitude,  Calm the monkeys in your mind, be alone with your soul, Be alone with yourself, listen to the melody of your heartbeat,  Find time for solitude, in solitude,clarity is birthed. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

August vibes, The weather is still same as July, No difference from the previous days, But time keeps moving without stop, . First it was summer, then winter, The four seasons will soon elapse, The year will be gone in a flash. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com