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The River of Love

I cried tears in the river of love. Where many have fallen for lust. It may be a small river but also long. Many boats, some are small, some are big, new and old, floating around from shore to shore, Most have not an ounce of clue where they are sailing to, with the intention of following the same path that many have followed. The thought of them ending up around a heavenly kingdom, has most of them insane. Not realizing all the beauty that they have been missing in every shore passed. That the river has been created by the ones crying tears by the shore. Searching the heavenly kingdom, they have missed the important thing to know in their journey; the boat will land in the heavenly kingdom the happiness will last for a decent amount of time but it will not last forever, the heart break will kill the kingdom and everything that was left with it, all the known and unknown that eventually will die, they will sit on that shore where the heavenly kingdom was and that they will cry tears in the river of love. They will see many boats pass by seeking a different ending but the ending will stay the same for none of them have learned that on their way to their heavenly kingdom they should pick all the ones crying the river for you cannot have a kingdom without hearts to keep it alive.

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Demons

Everybody has their demons in different ways we always have to try harder to keep the demons in, we must find the balance within our demons to contain them and not let them out, from the time we see the light this world takes over us and we became a part of it over time we feel all of its pain, growth, fallen, grief that this world has, some have demons stronger than others the one that is with the married woman, the one that is the married woman, that demon within says, “I know she is married but I can’t stop staring I wonder if he treats her as I do and when he kisses her I wonder if she is thinking about me.” The demon within her says, “I am married am I really really thinking of you?” The demons within us are not really evil they are just our dark side making some of the choice for us. Our demons are not scary we do not fear them, they are feelings and desires that we know we should in a way stay away from but we can’t, as time goes by like its been said before we learn from our mistakes and that is true in most case we know the wrong and rights, the millions things that we have said through our years of breathing have made us wish we didn’t or wish we did. Holding someones else soulmate in our hands knowing that they are theirs and not yours but still doing it, for what reason? To hurt yourself, them both or just to be an ass and have no feelings of who you damage during the process. Therefore many of who are good at keeping their demons in know that they are the ones holding the axes, on the other hand I can’t that those who do let the demons out are weak wouldn’t that be ironic?

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My Love

My love you lie always, hold your breathe as you speak, walk as slow as a moving rock. My love if I had a way to run I would for I can’t stand to look at you. 

I am not even a fool for you and you are an idiot to me, you shine as much as the darkness. If I was dying an you were my cure, I am 6 feet under. 

They have said before kiss a frog and it will turn into a prince, that has yet to be you, a frogs lips are far more soft by the looks of yours. 

You wear the clothes from ages and feel fresh in them, I want to hide under thorns, well they are less painful than the embarrassment.

My love a pig is less sloppy than you are and I am thinking of trading you for one, my love colder than the ocean and Australia.

When you sleep I want to knock you out and take you to the other side of the world, make you go insane and never come back.

My love those are the things I would say in a horrible day for my love for you is one of a kind and as rare as white peacock in the middle of Australia. 

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Dear Soulmate

Dear soulmate, you may not know it’s me for I am right next to you, we been around each other for a while now. When I look at you I feel something out of this world pulling me towards you, oh my dear soulmate I shall not see you go far from me for I will be missing a apart of myself. I rather not say that out loud because knowing your soulmate is a feeling, words can not explain the feeling, when I feel like something is missing and I visit you I am full, I sometimes think that time will eventually allowed you to realize that I am your soulmate indeed. That all the times you that you have said that you were unhappy is because you haven’t seen me as a soulmate just a friend.

Dear soulmate, I know that you have someone at the moment that  you think is the one, yet you still tell me you are unhappy I shall not rush anything because I know time will tell if this is meant to happen or not, you say you are trying to happy and yet you are unhappy.

Dear soulmate, it’s been a while since you have left the one you thought was for you, I know you been upset, but yet you seem free from everyone and everything, I will still be around and you could still take out that frustration you have for others on me I do not mind I know you well.

Dear soulmate, time has passed and I am still around, you have realized that I am the one for you that time has changed you and you are now more than what you were that you are strong and I love that more than anything, that you look at me the way I do and that the bond is strong than it ever has been.

Dear soulmate, we are now spending the rest of our days together and I believe the time that I had to wait was worth it, now I wake up every morning with a smile on my face and with one on your face laying next to me.

Dear soulmate, as we all know life is not that easy we are now old and have so many health problems at age 81 I guess at that age we don’t much more going for us, our little ones are already with their little ones and they are all happy, we did a good job with ours and us. 

Dear soulmate, you are now gone I already miss you, I want to leave with you and meet again, and if we are born again as the legend says we will find each other again, for centuries every life time, every age, every place we will find each other.’ 

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In the Middle of New York

As a kid she lived in a small town trusted everyone she was the sweetest, as an adult she moved to New York she still trusted everyone.

She was an adult yet still saw the world as she did when she was a kid.

A young adult in New York that is a killer if your not strong enough, she could be the toughest but I mean strong inside. 

Time pass she met someone that was so beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, and the sweetest woman in New York.

That woman had a husband but everything changed for her when she met that young lady from a small town.

They fell inlove, the small town young lady saw nothing wrong with what they were doing, the woman saw it as wrong while she was married.

The young lady would find simple solutions for everything yet we all know nothing is simple in life. 

Everything was harder for the woman she had met and everything was simple for her while she was a free flying bird in the middle of New York.

The woman broke her heart and the young lady didn’t understand what was happening, her heart ache.

To make the ache go away she turn to one thing common in a city, liquor that worked for about to two weeks, after a while she felt nothing with liquor, she still ache.

She needed something stronger than that she turned to medication poison, that killed all the feeling she had not just the heart ache but even her soul.

When the woman came back to her she was no longer a free flying bird in the middle of New York, now she was a flying bird in middle of paradise.

to this day the woman tells the young lady story, “She was a small town young lady who saw the world as a kid, and trusted everyone.

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Tiny Things

Tiny things, I have been thinking of this for sometimes since I seen Legends of Tomorrow there was one episode which had one of the main character, Rip Hunter.

In that episode he was turn into a tiny person kind of like an action figure and so was his spaceship, the part that I found astonishing was the fact that he hadn’t even realized that his spaceship and himself were as tiny as an average action figure.

My main point to this is imagine if that was you and you thought you lived in a big whole Earth but it was literary tiny and maybe you and everyone in the world is a table setting like it was in the show for Rip Hunter.

It is a nice thought to think about  what we actually are in this world and what we are meant to do in life.

Believe or not there is one true fact and that is that we cannot tell if anything around us is real because ourselves are the only one that knows of our existent. Some scientist even consider the possibility that everything around us is made up by us and that is very much so a crazy thing to think about.

The brain of a human is just extraordinary if we look at all the thing that we have accomplished over during the year we would think to much of ourselves.

If we look back on history and see everything that could have changed by literary changing one tiny thing in history as it was in Legends of Tomorrow. Our people would see how one tiny thing could effect everything’   

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Gold is not Sliver

The first day that I have seen the light was the day when I was born, that marked the beginning to the end of my days. I was born in a planet named Sliver, reason why it was named like that is because many of the citizens from my planet have sliver skin color. When I was born my planet could not believe their eyes when they would see me, I was born a gold skin color. That made big news, while my parents were in Portal 9, the destination for all new born babies. They turn on the wall frame and saw how the news was leaked to the nations and our empire rulers, they were indeed on their way to Portal 9 to take me from my parents, test me, and find out why I was gold when in Sliver there has never been anyone else that was any other color. My mother, captain of The Ship Spacer, my father teacher of  Powers Academy, they were going to protect me from anything and anyone no matter what. As I said my father is a teacher of  Powers Academy in other words yes we do have powers in our nation, we train as soon as we start walking incase the Outcomers attack once again. The Outcomers are all different colors and there are gold ones just like me, that is the reason our rulers want me in solitude or nonexistent. It was said that the Outcomers planet was better than ours that they had no training and that they were happy all the time, that all changes one day when our rulers went to explore their planet and killed over 300 of them. The rulers from Sliver lied to our whole nation saying that they were Outcomers and that the planet is evil and that they want to kill all of us. That day that I Alex Gold Rizz was born on May 2040 bit years was the day my nation changed weather it was for the best or worst that is an answer that will depend on whom you asked. Sliver was divide by many, we had the wealthy, the poor, the prisoner, the powerless but they were all sliver unlike me. As my parents watch the wall frame they knew they had to act quick, they gather everything from our from at Portal 9 and had an escape plan………………………….until next line’

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