Moment’s when the sky sheds tears… And everything below, acts as a Kleenex. Umbrella’s are used to neglect this emotional effect. And the ground is a bouncer, who picks and chooses who enters into the puddle. Until the sunlight finds each drop a new home. -Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
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“Stress Comes After Sunday”
The snooze button was sent from the sunrise… The sun understands that the moon doesn’t pressure you to sleep early… And the stars are stuck watching over you on the weekends… Your alarm clock doesn’t care about your sleep duration… And Monday holds no emotions… I don’t blame Friday for being so distant from it. Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
“We Are Not Candles”
The furnace of your future should not be figured out by your friends or family… You striving, is what sparks the fire… The length of the wick is determined by your work ethic… And you never let failure affect your flame… Burn your way through it, and illuminate every room you enter with influence… You will send out the scent…
“A Smoothie Recipe For The Soul”
This isn’t a basic beverage, it should be enriched with your life’s essentials… Start by adding in your personality… Next, include all of your favorite hobbies… From there, sprinkle in something special to you. After that, include a huge amount of achievements, make sure you grab a handful of goals to throw in also… Hater’s lack substance, so just set…
“If Music Was A Woman”
Just hearing the sound of your voice makes me vulnerable… Your beats breaks down my body… Your diversity determines my dances… And your vocals sound like wedding vows… You pick out the perfect sounds to place into my soul… I am addicted to your lips and lyrics… It was love at first song… I want to massage every music note…
“ELA Apple Pie”
Sometimes settled on to a window sill… The aroma infiltrating the air, sending apple cinnamon scents into the sky… Warm hearted hands creates this masterpiece Molded for ice cream to melt over… Cuddled by a golden brown crust… Subtracting your stress through every slice… Fall in love with Fall’s favorite dessert with me… -Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
“Coffee”
An alarm of energy infiltrating my anatomy… Only complete if it includes caffeine… Beans, blended into diverse drinks… Cafe’s most loyal companion… What a mug loves to hug… Let the first sip start off your day of success… And stay woke… -Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
“Tree”
A simple seed, studying through the soil. Driving through the dirt to designate it’s diploma. Learning to stand tall and strong for it’s own purpose. Embracing it’s barked scars, and broken branches. Loved, by it’s own leaves… Refusing to let concrete covers control it’s career. Experiencing adversity in storming area’s. And yet, still standing through the stress after the disaster.…
“Unexpected”
I knew my life would be complete once our souls could finally meet. Furnacing my little black book into ashes, blown away by Cupid’s wings. You know how to make me happy off of the little the things. Learning that there is no key to my heart. So you created your own master plan from the start. To weaken my…
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