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Potpourri of Thoughts 10

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Life invades your love and melts your gold heart and silver eyes into a single brick. You are golden not a stone.

You are a country, not an empire. You do not own the hearts of anybody else.

Jump off the face of the earth and you’ll end up on her feet.

Every person is a mirror for everybody else. Don’t reflect the world but have the world reflect you.

Our roots of our destiny grow into the tree of our life.

Dreams have expiry dates. Souls have name plates.

Curiosity is the scaffold of imagination.

Universe puts on the asteroid belt and Saturn’s ring.

Days are planes that crash in the waters of time.

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Potpourri of Thoughts 9

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When you slash your wrist, you are slashing the tires of your soul.

We are tenants in our own hearts.

Oppression has a face but no voice.

There are good parts of hell and bad parts of heaven.

We buy months in dozens.

Mine the depths of my life.

Your eyes are an airport.

Relive life vs unlive.

Cages live in birds. Houses live in people.

I am inside my skin but outside my soul.

Earth is a carousel and we are the workhorses.

She moved from the child-hood to the mother-hood and then back to the child-hood.

Yesterday sells roots Today sells compasses Tomorrow sells wings.

Death was a fisherman so God became a lifeguard.

Potpourri of Thoughts 8

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When the sky begins to fall, you got to stop lifting the earth and repair the sky.
 
Feelings are buses traveling from heart to heart.
 
In the war called love hearts are minefields.
 
The heart is in a voice box in the rib-cage.
 
Life is a diving board above the river of death
 
Life is a toll road but to ride on the highway of death is free.
 
Earth is a flower that we water with our tears.
 
We eat forbidden fruits or red herrings.
 
The universal currency is suffering.
 
She was crucified in the cross of his arms
 
I moved to your heart because I lost my mind.

Potpourri of Thoughts 5

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Some people work in your heart and other people live in your heart.
 
Youth is a truth. To die is a lie.
 
3 people who steal names are fame, shame, and blame.
 
Life chess has 7.5 billion teams, not 2, #gameoflife

My book’s spine broke and he died. In his place, a poe-tree grew

Who lets loan sharks enter and kill schools of fish?

Don’t judge a book by her/his title (Mr./ms. dreamer) but by what s/he carries on his spine (dreams).

Every time you say tomorrow you give part of your soul to death. #soul

Potpourri of Thoughts 4

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People who clip your wings will stab you in the back.
People who cut your roots will steal your thunder.

Is God a John/Jane Doe or a missing person?

The Us-bus goes between a friend-ship and a relation-ship

I have an eating disorder because I don’t give food to my mind.

The internet is fast food for the mind.

When finding love don’t park your bye-ke next to the fire hi-drant.

A love triangle exists between heart, mind and soul.

My voice is gone looking for my lost identity.

Potpourri of Thoughts 3

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If there are too many fish in the sea, we can be fish out of the water.
 
I broke the hearts of everybody and then I realized I never had a heart.
 
Stop trying on the shoes of other people and go walk barefoot on the sea of people.
 
A prisoner is not a sentence, a woman is not a period and a language is a person and then a mother.
 
language is dead- he has no colon and is in a comma.
 
I-dent-ities dent the class ceiling
Lose your mind or identity
 
No speed limit on the highway of life.

Potpourri of Thoughts 2

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We live in pots called destiny and we grow up in greenhouses called society.
 
You can be homeless in your own heart.
 
Hearts are factories bottling emotions until they break and the feelings spill out.
 
Don’t pick fruits/vegetables off the tree of life – they deserve to live too.
 
Don’t let The wasp sting the immigr-ant.
 
I am me not you.

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Potpourri of Thoughts

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Earth lifts us so we can lift her when she gets old.

The nuclear-family power plant does not provide energy to the city of love.

You watch the movie of life in the bed of death.

Life is a heart-dying salon. Death is a heart-dieing salon

A heart is a house. The heart is a home.

Some hearts aren’t break-king because a queen lives there.  

Our souls are colorblind so we put on glasses of prejudice to see the world.

Every human is a building. Some are skyscrapers. Others are houses. Some are airports, and hospitals, and jails, and schools.  

Love is a farm Death is a slaughterhouse.

Egos are plants. We cut them to make humble pie.