The ride to victory is long and creepy. Emancipate yourself from mental captivity; Dissociate from stupidity; Move far from the chains of captivity and embrace lucidity.
By Elizabeth Mareesa5 years ago in Poets
I coveted the things which you had. Things not mine, things you earned. I was angry that you had what I did not; That you walked upon high tones in this discord like life.
If I promise the skies to you, The moon the stars and the brightness of the galaxies; If I promise you my love, That it will be as steady as a rock and faithful like the rising sun;
It finally happened! The old folks had perceived it. Saddened, they left and began their uninterrupted rest. They said to us the untamable generation, vile from head to toe;
I like the way family sounds in Spanish—“familia”—familiar. A central place of familiarity. I know you; I feel you; I hear you kind of deal.