Something to do
Lives full of endless tasks
The world made possible by human work.
Work with connection is a must
Always in touch
Spy on you they just…
But without work
Life’s not a gentle breeze.
Storms of self doubt
Beyond the horizon of right now
Thoughts of will
Will be bosses
Will be partners
Will be hardships and will be troubles
Would they care
For what I do
And what I strive
Sometimes there’s no rest
Nothing is to be done
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these charity funds.
Up and down our lives do go
From financial stress to getting scammed
Life just throws stuff our way
Mental health can be a burden too
Not getting out of bed or seeing enemies in all
Things just haven’t gone our way
We’ve had good times too
But material success just isn’t ours
We’ve been happy though
The circumstances might not be the best
But inner peace depends not on wealth
It’s there for us
We lucky few
Who’ve found some peace of mind
The minds of all
Scattered around the world
Closer and closer we’ve all become
No longer are international friends just for the rich
Maybe soon we’ll all feel as one
By the red car light
I huddled close to the one I held dear
The car was stuck, the front lights broken, just the warm backlight remained
How long will it last, this long long night?
Until we finally return home and get some rest
The cold was seeping through my gloves
Monotonous counting of numbers in my head
Counting how long I’ll run and how long I’ll get to rest
One more lap around the park
Just one more and you’re done
We played in the water
Like the Children we were
Happy just to play
We didn't yet realize what a gift it was
To play with a future love just now
I wrote this poem while watching Touched with Fire. I found the scene, where the main characters were playing in the fountain and the woman was narrating a poem over it, very inspirational for me.
A long long time ago
I played some Guild Wars 2
Played the first game too
Was quite exhilarating
Many fond times were had
It’s been a long while now
But I’ve returned to it for now
Finishing up the story
And I’ll do some PvP
Quite a special time to return
Wintersday is upon Guild Wars 2
Presents are to be had
And fun times will surely come
After all this time it’s quite nostalgic to return
Now I’m glad I’m back and going to have some fun
(Not part of the poem but this is what my character looks like)
I’ve noticed that most other blogs are a bit less cluttered than my blog. Without things like the tag cloud or a list of blogs they follow. I think my blogs clutter could turn off some people, so I could remove some of these things. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea though since I don’t really care either way, so would you prefer my blog with less clutter?
In the deep quiet of the night, tranquillity is the norm.
A sound the sun might forgive, the moon deems a terrible offence.
In this quiet night the world, however strange it seems, feels more forgiving.
No judging eyes, condemning the weakness of mind or body.
In this special quiet night, things just seem to be alright.
Shadow is such a special thing
Not quite light not quite dark
Close to the dark yet created by light
It can be so beautiful
Highlighting the sun’s rays
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