Magic Surrounds Us
Imagination is the key.
Take a deep breath, first you inhale, then slowly exhale. A little at a time you begin to let go of all the strain, the stress, the sufferings of life. Feel the warmth of the gamma rays on your back with eyes closed and mind open. The beautiful smell of nature's scent through the light breeze. Hear clearly the songs that the birds chirp while you slowly inhale, then exhale, taking in life's greatest aspects. Learn to feel the energy that surrounds you, the cold chill across your body as the fresh breeze flow throughout the land.
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Ruben Gonzales
I write for poetry, for life, to take one's understanding so much deeper then that they know of. I tell the stories with a meaning thats beyond with a feeling that will pull you in.
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The Sound Of Silence
It was so very quiet last night. You couldn't hear any cars or neighbors. It was almost peaceful, but you could feel the pressure of something about to happen. The unknown, the vibration of air and echoes of footsteps through the alley. Subtle sounds became very loud and clear as day. As if their were no wall between me and them. We were vulnerable. You could hear the humming of a car jut starting in the distance. Their was mumbling, like that of an old abandoned haunted house where you could still, just ever so slightly, almost hear their voices. The sounds of shoes hitting the pavement grew louder as if the number of shadows had now grown. And then it happened, in the midst of night with only the moon and the stars to give them light, Eight shots began to ring out in no particular pattern. What was then quiet was now very loud. The pressure gave into the weight of the barrel, eight more shots. You could hear the loose gravel beneath the soles of their shoes as they ran through the alleyway. The tires of the distant car now squealing a loud pitch of noise as they made their getaway. And once again it was quiet. As the tension begins to start building once again.
By Ruben Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
The Bloody Blood in Your Veins
Our Origins Today, I read something I didn't know—one more thing to add to all the other things I didn't know. By the time I grow up, I’ll have a collection. But it was intriguing, and it inspired me to write this post. I hope you enjoy it.
By Rene Volpi 5 days ago in FYI
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