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Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

"Purpose of Passion"

A 2 stanza poem of (y)our purpose; the true essence of life and our existence.

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BUYING PAINTING.

Painting is the practice of applying paint, pigment, color or other medium to a solid surface. The medium is commonly applied to the base with a brush, but other implements, such as knives, sponges, and airbrushes, can be used.

My love for Scrabble

My love for Scrabble is like a fire burning bright, A passion that flares up with every letter placed just right. With every word I form, my excitement starts to soar, As I outsmart my opponents and add to my score. The thrill of finding words that others cannot see, Is like a treasure hunt, a victory. The tiles, they call to me, like gems upon a board, Each one a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to be adored. With every game I play, my love for Scrabble grows, A love that knows no bounds, a lov

Love

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Passion for Hobby as Your Advantage: Love Connection for Mature Fishers

Fishing, beyond being a hobby, can be a key to unlock the door of love for mature individuals. The calming rhythm of casting a line, the thrill of the catch, and the serenity of the outdoors create a unique backdrop for forming connections. In this piece we explore how having a passion for fishing can be a distinct advantage in the realm of mature dating. We'll also delve into the role of online dating, specifically mature dating websites and chatrooms for mature people, in facilitating connecti

Follow your passion

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Follow your heart

We all get entangle with our desires for amusement after all we only live once, and everyone dies. Happiness is a state of mind, not an actual fact. Follow what you love, but it must also love you too. Follow your heart, but don’t forget to find a home for your heart because you will be tired of chasing a clout.

REVISIT YOUR PASSION

Growing up, you had passion to do things, you were so eager about it, that you wanna pull down the roof down. The keen to achieve your dreams were so high. You were optimistic about it, You were crazily in love with it that you wanna achieve it at all cost and by all means. But now, you drawing back relenting. The enthusiasm was there, so why do you wanna tell me that all of a sudden you no longer keen for it. My dear fix some senses into your brain, come back to the realities of life.cos it your pa

Resilient Dawn's Grace

MIRROR, kind and true, No judgment, just a view. BED, a friend in need, Listening as problems feed. DREAM, an escape's embrace, Reality's troubles we erase. RAIN, tears from the sky, Crying with you, never shy. DARKNESS, a hidden space, Your pain it will embrace. SHOWER, washing pain away, With each drop, a brighter day. MUSIC, healing artful sound, Heart's solace easily found. GOD, a guiding light, Through the darkest night.

The Art and Soul of Sarah Thompson: Revolutionizing Pottery with Passion and Perseverance

In a quaint studio nestled in the heart of Asheville, North Carolina, the rhythmic sound of a potter’s wheel spins tales of creativity, resilience, and artistic brilliance. This is the world of Sarah Thompson, a modern-day artisan whose pottery has captured the hearts of collectors and enthusiasts worldwide. Sarah’s journey into the world of ceramics began serendipitously. Growing up in a small town in Kentucky, her initial exposure to art came through her grandmother’s love for quilting. Howeve

Passion for Souls

Today’s Bible Reading: Matthew 20 “For the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire laborers for his vineyard. When he had agreed with the laborers for a denarius for the day, he sent them into his vineyard.” – Matthew 20:1-2 NASB Jesus told a parable that must have surprised many people. He described a landowner who paid the laborers who started last the same as those who started first. The laborers who worked all day did not understand. They had worked lo

How to start Journey as blogger

Start Journey As Blogger How to start journey as blogger Choose a niche: Decide on a specific topic or area of interest that you will focus on in your blog. This will help you attract a specific audience and create content that is relevant to them. Create a website: Use a platform like WordPress or Blogger to create your blog. These platforms provide templates and tools that make it easy to set up a website without needing technical skills. Write quality content : Create content that is informat

Romance Sopia and Jack

Love is always the ultimate never forget that

My passion

A poem about my passion about writing and communicating with people

Fueled by Passion: The Entrepreneurial Journey of Patrick Ryckman in the Business World

Patrick Ryckman's passion for the business industry began at an early age, sparked by his experiences traveling with his father and observing the daily operations of his self-owned businesses. This exposure to the world of commerce ignited a fire within him, fueling his aspirations to become a successful entrepreneur. Throughout his teenage years, Patrick continued to develop his skills and knowledge in business, working in various roles such as door-to-door sales, convenience store clerk, and g

The Enduring Passion fo Motor Vehicle

A journey into the world of Cars

Long Lonely road

Long lonely road The long, lonely road stretches on, No end or beginning in sight, Emptiness and darkness surround me, An abyss I cannot fight. The flicker of stars in the sky, Promise of hope in the night, Fading like a forgotten dream, Dissolving into the light. The winds blow prophetic warnings, And whisper secrets in my ear, Of an unknowable destiny, A future that I cannot hear. The darkness taunts me onward Through my distant, foggy flight, Lifting my sorrows to heaven, To roam this endless