Rushing storm of thoughts,
Feelings flow like raging winds,
Nature’s fierce embrace.
Underneath the darkened skies,
Calm resides in chaos’ heart.
Amidst the Tempest
Tag: Cascade
Urban Hunt
Oh, the joys of searching for parking,
Never an easy task to tackle,
Frustration often seems to follow.
As I navigate the crowded streets,
Hoping for a spot that feels like a win.
Oh, the joys of searching for parking.
With every turn, my patience wears thin.
I scan the curbs, my hopes on the rise,
Never an easy task to tackle,
Dreaming of freedom beneath open skies.
As empty spaces dance just out of reach.
Frustration often seems to follow.
The Joyful Clown in the Park
In the park, a clown stands bright,
With big shoes and a smile so light,
Bringing joy to hearts in sight.
Children giggles as he leaps in delight.
While expertly juggling water balloons
In the park, a clown stands bright.
With colors so vivid, his laughter feels the air
As people gather ’round, joining in without care.
With big shoes and a smile so light.
With big shoes and a smile so light,
He dances through the crowd,
Bringing joy to hearts in sight.
Adventure of Whispers
Every day unfolds an adventure waiting to be found,
The struggle, a companion, both familiar and profound.
Yearning for excitement, yet fears hold me tight,
Longing for a guiding hand to help me take flight.
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The joy of companionship is my heart’s true quest,
A kindred spirit to share life’s greatest zest.
For without stepping out, no bonds can be found.
Every day unfolds an adventure waiting to be found.
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The joy of others beckons you near,
Yet the inner struggle claims its victory.
So you linger, observing as life slips away.
The struggle, a companion, both familiar and profound.
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In shadows cast by dreams untold,
I stand at the edge, both brave and cold,
Yearning for excitement, yet fears hold me tight,
Yearning for excitement, yet fears hold me tight,
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In the stillness of night, I hear whispers of dreams,
Fleeting wishes carried by the wind, it seems.
Longing for a guiding hand to help me take flight.
Longing for a guiding hand to help me take flight.
Whispers Amidst the Storm
Tension heavy in the air,
my mind races, a relentless storm.
Small worries grow, taking shape and form.
Thoughts spiral out of control,
each breath quickens, a frantic drum,
Tension heavy in the air.
The weight of silence feels so loud,
lost in what-ifs that come and go,
my mind races, a relentless storm.
A shadow dances in the corner,
gripping tight, as doubts start to hum,
Small worries grow, taking shape and form.
But somewhere within, a whisper fights,
reminding me to breathe and stay calm,
Tension hangs heavy in the air.
MAD Missy 😠
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