life should be so simple but why can i see the real.
i find myself always entangled in the complexity that i myself have made. its just me to exasperate. but that is not giving up.
simple is as simple does. its all in the eyes of the beholder. riding a bike might be simple to something whos 32. but not to someone who is 4. simple might be simple if your a master at something. making it simple. but to someone whos it knew to.. isnt so simple. or maybe something is simple beautiful, like the grand canyon
logan rose
I hate that word. It’s annoying because in reality, nothing is ever simple isn’t it? That’s life though, I guess…
Ebony
It was such a simple statement. Just three little words. But they hit me like a thousand concrete bricks.
SkittlesTheUnicorn
Simple is the last word anyone could use to describe his plan. He was ludicrous, mad. He went on and on, each detail more intrinsic then the last, a sparkle in his eyes as the plan flew out of his lips. I stared at him in confusion.
Julia
There were eager moments
Like little edges of a dulling knife
That slipped along my cheeks
And pulled a smile from me,
They were clean cuts
Simple and clean
This is my first time using this service. I am trying to feel more comfortable writing freely, as it is something I rarely do. In time, I hope that my command of the English language and ability to “flow” better will ripen. But it’s hard.
life should be so simple but why can i see the real.
i find myself always entangled in the complexity that i myself have made. its just me to exasperate. but that is not giving up.
this was fun
simple is as simple does. its all in the eyes of the beholder. riding a bike might be simple to something whos 32. but not to someone who is 4. simple might be simple if your a master at something. making it simple. but to someone whos it knew to.. isnt so simple. or maybe something is simple beautiful, like the grand canyon
I hate that word. It’s annoying because in reality, nothing is ever simple isn’t it? That’s life though, I guess…
It was such a simple statement. Just three little words. But they hit me like a thousand concrete bricks.
Simple is the last word anyone could use to describe his plan. He was ludicrous, mad. He went on and on, each detail more intrinsic then the last, a sparkle in his eyes as the plan flew out of his lips. I stared at him in confusion.
There were eager moments
Like little edges of a dulling knife
That slipped along my cheeks
And pulled a smile from me,
They were clean cuts
Simple and clean
This should have been more simple.
This is my first time using this service. I am trying to feel more comfortable writing freely, as it is something I rarely do. In time, I hope that my command of the English language and ability to “flow” better will ripen. But it’s hard.
It should be simple.