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.

Life Is a Boxing Ring

Life is a boxing ring.
You are fighting Earth.
Suicide is the towel.
Love is the coach who
Tells u not to give up.

Potpourri of Thoughts 7

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The person who designed the city of youth built the city of death.

Souls mate then abort hate.

There’s an elevator to heaven from the top of the glass ceiling.
If you’re under the ceiling you have to take the stairs.

God and Death are film critics judging the movies of our lives.
They sleep through most of them.

Tone-deaf people aren’t color-blind.

Gender is a blender in the race-case.

Bread-winners make a dough using the bill-mill.

To open a heart you need to lock a mind.

Life is a metaphor but love is a simile.

Curiosity is a scaffold of imagination.

Potpourri of Thoughts 6

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Everybody knows your heart is a blue house but show them the green room inside.

Nobody can live in your heart unless you live in your heart.

You are a tourist to earth.

Life now uses mind-light bulbs instead of heart-fires.

You make dreams on the can-pan or the will-grill.

They are clay but you are glue.

Growing up is leaving the city of youth.

She tried to open the door to life with the key to heaven and she found hell.

Moral compasses are attracted to hearts of gold.

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.

An Interview With Ideas With Ink

 

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