Sometimes people are still with you when they're not there. You can see them, almost hear them when you remember their words. You may even laugh at something they had said as if they just said it again. The impression of them is there.
I helped it escape the house.
This is my good friends five year diary she began in 1965.
If you bring your old soul to the thrift shop of lives, you get credit toward your next one.
Clearing out your remains from my life was like sweeping twinkling stars from my floor.
I don’t need your paint brush to glitter me up. God set shimmer in the sky with a swipe of his hand, and I am content with how he’s decorated me.
He’s given me a body that moves and breathes and dances, with a mind more than able to decipher that the girl you chose after me was a downgrade, yet on your level.
She is the vase you wilt in, silly flower.
Ever heard of build a bear workshop?
I know people who think they can change things about themselves just like buying a different nose.
…Well I suppose you COULD buy a different nose. Haha. But in some cases, people sabotage themselves by not recognizing a supremely attractive feature. For instance, when someone is happy, their laughter may produce a lovely smile.
The new way of smiling someone has adopted in an effort to look good, can result in not looking half as good as you would had you truly been happy with your genuine laughter smile.
There are those who just have weird smiles, but…I’m not talking about those.
If you want to be pretty, feign amusement. Even better, be amused. Enjoy yourself. Laugh at someone.
Laugh at yourself. Laugh at life.
Be content. If you are comfortable enough in your own skin to laugh at the entire world then you will be pretty in that picture.
Don’t force me to say I love you.
Just let me hold your hand.
Please let me…let me love you.
I’ll help you understand.
My nonesense can be confusing, but don’t just listen with your ears.
I think I swept away your loneliness when you tried to dry my tears.
In the darkness you embraced me, not in touch, or sight, but in every ounce of your goodness, which made you stay every night.
- © 2014 Hushed-words
By Tony Ciampa
A friend of mine got his book.I read the whole thing tonight.
Take the spider’s silk to the seamstress, and the flowers to the hairdresser.
- © 2014 hushed-words
Your love seals the cracks.
I have no imperfection.
Who never loved a mosaic?