Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Monday, March 18, 2019
Express yourself as only you know how to. Don't listen to anyone who tries to knock you down. They obviously have no clue who you are or are unhappy with who they have become. Be true to you.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Shadow by your Side
Shadows on the sidewalk, two people walking holding hands, speaking a foreign tongue quite animatedly. Jealousy and insecurity, hand in hand, destroying the vestiges of a love that was once so intense. Causes and the effects of life sometimes are imaginary. Just like those shadows we try and outrun. Our own shadows we cannot outrun.
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2019 at 08:12PM,
February 12,
Freddy Zalta,
inspiration,
music,
poems,
poetry,
shadows,
Some Poetry,
wordpress
Friday, May 26, 2017
Take it Picture – It lasts Longer
It sneaks up this spirit called, "Time." It moves quicker or slower than we could ever imagine. Some days and nights feel as if we are waiting for the rust to form on the bars that surround us. Some days and night pass and we are left to wonder who changed the measurements of time?
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2017 at 03:37PM,
Freddy Zalta,
inspiration,
May 26,
photograph,
poetry,
punch in the face
Friday, March 10, 2017
The Broken Man
The hardest truth for the heart to accept is the truth that it's all a lie. Dreams, love, forever..even right this second… Slipping through my hands, melted memories like the celluloid scenes we once held so dear. Lost in the backstreets and the deserted ruins, like the dreams upon awakening, gone and forgotten. Forbidden satisfaction, is it all a sin? Laughter and peace, can it ever win? Shivers felt, warm breeze lost...it's getting colder and colder, take me home. Lay me down in your bed, drop off your coverings and open yourself to me. Can you warm me, can you make me feel alive? Can you hold me, hold me hold me…take me in...it's cold out here... The night is cold, the day is secluded - is this atonement for a sin I cannot recall?
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2017 at 04:32PM,
broken,
Freddy Zalta,
inspiration,
March 10,
murder,
poetry
Monday, January 09, 2017
The Myths We Follow
We are brought up in a world where the promises of bright futures, long trips abroad and the freedom to live as we please surround us and are repeatedly whispered to us as we sleep, eat and live.
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2017 at 02:33PM,
Freddy Zalta,
golden globes,
inspiration,
January 09,
myth
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