Reset, readjust, restart, refocus.As many times as you need to.
Just don't quit!
I never feared about my skills because I put in the work. Work ethic eliminates fear.
So if you put forth the work, what are you fearing? You know what you're capable of doing and what you're not.
-- Michael Jordan
MermaidDiagram Comment.
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you've made them your eternity.
a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.
i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.
To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.
sometimes i don't know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my soulreminding me, all over againi miss you better in the rain.
I had embraced you...long before i hugged you.
funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.
When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.
The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.
stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.
i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.
the onewho will jolt awakeall the unwrittenthe unsungand the unlived in me. i am waitingfor him.
be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh...be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.
and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.
the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.
i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.
With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.
i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.
Do not turn me intorestless watersif you cannot promiseto be my stream.
I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.
Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.
...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.
Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.
You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.
love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers
Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.
One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.
some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.
I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.
i hope thatwhoever you arewherever you areand no matter howyou are feelingyou will always have somethingto smile about.
Live as many lives as you can.
For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.
Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.
whatever you dobe gentle with yourself.you don’t just livein this worldor your homeor your skin.you also livein someone’s eyes.
lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
Knowledge Strategy Execution
Motivation is a byproduct of action, not the catalyst for it.
Control your thoughts or your thoughts will control you.
Today is a new day. Stop living in the past.
Focus on the step in front of you, not the whole staircase.
You attract what you are, not what you want. If you want great, then be great.
Your goals should scare you a little and excite you a lot.
