A poem for 𝚈𝙾𝚄
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞,
𝙽𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚛.
𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎,
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎.
Love & Light / CG
Tag / heartbroken
Success
If you want to succeed,
You better believe.
Because if you believe in you,
You might find your dream come true.
But it does not happen overnight,
Nor in a dream by night.
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Yes, if you are to succeed,
You better believe,
Have the courage to try,
And no deny you will fail and might cry.
They say it takes sweat, blood and tears,
But if FAIL is only First Attempt In Learning,
Do a 180 and get on your feet.
Who knows how many tries in the heat?
But if you want it enough,
You will find the way.
For in the end,
The success will be sweet,
But it is the journey and whom you meet,
That will make you feel complete.
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So if you want to succeed,
Then you better believe.
Take the steering wheel,
And be ready to work a great deal!
Love & Light / CG
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𝚂𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝚃 𝙸𝙸
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝,
𝙾𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎.
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𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗,
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗.
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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝,
𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝.
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𝙾𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜,
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜.
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𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛,
𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎,
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢.
Love & Light / CG
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Happy SaturYAY! I walk in the sun, ’cause that’s where I have fun. Wish you all a wonderful weekend!
Love & Light / CG
‘Mad Minds’
This world is mad. Mader than the hatter. And though they said the best people are…. Do we really think so when we see the scars? There is no such thing as love anymore,
no relationships, only situationships.
“Everyone” has not only a person but persons. Married, but ladies on the side. Here money rules them all. Capitalism and a broken generation. Respect and trust are not to be found. Yeah, everyone fucks around.
By not even a click of a button, but a face recognition to open the phone. Only a few swipes for you to feel like you’re on a thrown. A new conquest for you to have… only to break their backs.
But not only backs are broken, souls are hurt, and hearts have finally spoken. Hearts have shattered and emotions gone, for if you are to survive you must be the cold-hearted one….Or so this life has shown.
What happened with chivalry? Words of kindness? The forehead kisses, only
for the one?
…What happened to the love?
If you care, you are even mader. For emotions are to be abused, don’t fall into the trap or you’ll end up bruised. Yeah, in a world where money rules them all, you can’t let yourself fall. For if you do, shame on you. The fault is yours, and yours only. So if you care, leave it behind. Go and find that money mind. Then you’ll survive and thrive. As crazy as it sounds, that’s the only way to the crowns. If you care and don’t manage to find that other mind… go through the door and leave this world behind.
Go fuck someone to unfuck yourself. Fuck all the fucks away. When no fucks are given and money rules, you have finally found the tools and jewels.
But in the end, down the line, you’ll find another mad mind. An empty life is what you made, from the mistake of only getting laid.
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All the best,
CG Art & Poetry
Where should I go, before I wander off to nowhere?
The date of publishing and launching my book is approaching! Very exciting times I must say, and I’m so eager for you all to read through the poem collection of “The Broken and The Divine” ;trying to capture life and love, loving life and soul searching through life’s corners and nature’s wonders. The book has been written over a heartbroken summer… but let me tell you:
We often say love hurts, and that we make beauty from pain. But I will refrain, that trail of thoughts.
It is not the love which hurt, with all its passion and warmth; love will heal.
It is the pain of love leaving, the sadness, anger, and darkness we feel; which hurts us until we squeal.
Love will heal… and in the process of healing, we leave the beauty we see within art and poetry. It is a beautiful thing, this healing. It is not beauty from pain; it is beauty from a healing soul where sadness leaves and something else takes its place. It is where words play a beautiful rhythm, and someone dances gracefully – when sunshine and light enter with open arms; When love yet again enters life, but a different love this time; self-love.
Because;
They say spread your wings,
And you’ll learn how to fly,
But what if that is a lie?
Maybe all you have to do is believe,
That you are more than you seem…
Or think…or understand.
Something which lies underneath.
So…
Underneath it all, who are you at your core?
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