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The voice of the heart
People have a voice of the heart, and sometimes we say things we don't want to say to save face. Sometimes we do something wrong ourselves, but we don't feel wrong at the time and have to be stubbornly wrong to the end, perhaps paying a terrible price to realize it was wrong. With time, and then think of that thing, will not avoid suspicion, in front of others to say they were wrong. This is a true gentleman, who can know that they did wrong, the heart of the listener will also feel warm, wrong is wrong.
By Ron M Pitts4 years ago in Humans
Have you forgotten? Once loved so deeply
You can, sorry to heaven, sorry to earth, never do sorry to the child. Now, he is doing something sorry to the child. Because, the woman outside left home, no matter how she called, how to stay, but also to no avail. I thought that in his heart, there would be guilt, and would know that he was wrong. Unfortunately, she thought he was too perfect. Now, he even opened his mouth all her fault, more annoying, saying what, because it is her bad, he will leave home, all do not come home, there are such people in the world black and white upside down.
By Ron M Pitts4 years ago in Humans
I need to keep in my heart
I always forget a lot of things, I always lose my concentration, for example, in the morning on the subway, I was reciting something I remembered yesterday, and suddenly I couldn't remember anything, I didn't even know what I was doing, I looked at the countless people in front of me, and I desperately tried to remember what I was doing, what I was reciting, what I was memorizing, what I was reading yesterday morning, where I had memorized.
By Ron M Pitts4 years ago in Humans
This is me
A melon-like face, like a spirit like a thousand eyes like two watery pearls, a pair of large and flat ears hanging on both sides of the face, nose high and tall, was set under the watery eyes, and a large apple-like mouth. His greatest characteristic is his pair of large ears: large and flat, with the unique characteristics of the wind ear - what people can not hear, he can hear at once, and heard clearly, not a trace. Who is he? That's right! He is me.
By NatalieMarmol4 years ago in Humans
Soul painting hand waiting for the bus
Recently, there seems to be a new kind of soul painter in the painting crowd. These four words are very impressive, but they don't seem to be used to praise the painting. For example, Van Gogh and Picasso, no one calls them "soul painters".
By Baron Davis4 years ago in Humans
What is good about Van Gogh's paintings?
Van Gogh is one of my favorite painters. He is the only love in my heart forever. Many years ago, I couldn't understand Van Gogh. When I was a child, I studied painting, drawing that kind of fine brushwork of beautiful women, painting carefully bit by bit, "drawing like" is my highest understanding of painting works. At that time, I really couldn't understand Van Gogh who "didn't draw much like". Later, in a bar, the owner of the bar had good taste in the local area and hung some paintings that I couldn't understand when I was young. Once I was hit by both academic disappointments and lovelorn. I got drunk in a bar and even began to hallucinate. I saw the picture on the wall. There were whirlpool nebulae in the sky, stars twinkling, cypress trees like a flame under the night, and the small village was shrouded in peace and tranquility. Suddenly I felt that the whole world had calmed down, and all my resentment seemed to find an outlet. My sadness was understood, and I saw tears in front of this picture. Later, you all know that this painting is starry night. What you saw at that time was only a copy.
By Gangdao-meifu4 years ago in Humans
Light Blue Smile
The sun rays blazing through the curtains, dust floating in the shine. Sky so light blue I feel so energized when the birds be talking I just whistle! Spark the blunt up and crack a giggle, loss the pain and found my thoughts right in the middle. Start the day put on my instrumental, happy feet, thin air, and the day just keeps on getting better! Called my Mother watched her smile heavy weight turned into feathers. Wished those feathers turned to wings, I can fly my way wherever. Ain't nobody catching me heard the clutch and put a missal, all the way into the sea. Snap back to reality! I am afraid of loosing me, like I once was when I was free, got no bars in front of me, I got wheels instead of feet, I be rolling , these no Heely's please do not see me as I go down through the street. On my way to thanking heaven, light blue sky is all I see, look at it so beautiful now look down here it is crazy, "Huh?" That is why I want to be up there in the clouds, not dead, "Naw", but floating and flying. That's why I be getting high, if you are not trying to catch a vibe baby, well then bye! I be on that ride or dye, curved went blind found out I survived. Been numb, now I am paralyzed! Still look at the sky and thank the lord that I'm alive and for the "Fam" that showed me love right when life frowned, wasn't easy but they helped me flip it upside down. Love that light blue smile helps me pick myself up when I fall ready for another million other times. This is just me getting up, in my own thoughts saying "Let's go baby we got to grind", a little tear might fall reminiscing on how I just got up and ran out the house, now I'm in the edge of my bed trying to catch my weight getting stronger every day. What doesn't kill you makes you smarter, so I keep the lights shut. My brain is the light! I got another chance in life. Too much thinking got me sinking, either way I enjoy swimming, too much power no connection this is via my prescription. Close my eyes it's booming. "Paradise if you do zooming!" Really, anything you want. Heaven or hell? I prefer well! Open them. When my room compacts it starts to break my shell . "Breath, chill, just go hard at it! Turning myself into a all day working addict. So much problematics I be needing like one hundred million gadgets, out the blue, I be, "How I do?" I feel stuck and might feel like quitting too, but it's alright in my accident when I lost half I forgot that I was human too. I love to live and I will shine. It's me vs what I can't do. Forget to breath when I'm outside it's kind of heavy now. I like the the breeze, I like the cold, I love frappe with ice, but when I shiver can't control and maybe just dye, so I keeps me cozy, pushing harder feel the burning. Fire in my eyes, desire to strive to meet my goals. Go so hard that when I leave this glove, the good I've done can spread like weed. First part legacy will be the seed, therefore man up and feel nothing. Don't ask for much but can't complain get all I want, it's still the same. Look out the window in the rain. My girlfriend's voice came through the game, she gives me joy to heal the shade and everything feels good again.
By Jose Looney4 years ago in Humans
