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When words and thoughts are good anchors or control; when role models can become cages or keys; the wise support with wisdom and the foolish man becomes a king.

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What is a thought but a screenplay in invisible space, a safe place to experiment with ideas before we speak? It is a ballroom for unseen dances, a race track for cars that speed without worry for the next turn. It is freedom to roam without the fear of getting lost, for all it takes is the bark of a dog to bring us home.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2016.
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Were all my thoughts a book you would be bored on page one and throw it down. Were all of yours a book I would devour it regardless of interest, for all of you is sacred to me and I could never tire of knowing what passes through your mind. So please don't be sad that you don't know more, it was never for lack of love, more that you feared what you didn't understand. Should you ever change your mind all you need to do is turn the page; I would never shut you out, not you, not sweet and wonderful you.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2016.
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Were my thoughts visible they would be a inverse explosion, crazy chaotic turns and twists of light all coming together to just one idea, to just one word. Though they spin in a way that appears without design or logic, they always dance their way back to love, to a way of living that celebrates life without damaging the very people we hold dearest.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2016.
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The thought is just that, a fiction of the mind, so how is it that it can still carry a hangover of guilt? Why is it that an infraction of the mind, wandering a path that is destined to go untrodden brings such internal grief? Perhaps it is that we know we must stick to just one path, and that means leaving such beautiful ones to be figments and no more. Perhaps the guilt is a warning, that to look through doors you cannot enter will bring only sorrow. Yet there are days when it feels like not to approach those "doors" will bring worse pain, that walking away will hurt all the more. And all this remains only thought, not even unread words - I guess that is best. No-one gets hurt, the status-quo remains for better or worse.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2016.
General

Just when I think I am the master of my thoughts fate takes a new turn. Emotions come like hands on the wheel of my "car," taking me somewhere different to the place I had expected. The destination may be beautiful, bewitching even, yet I am afraid for it is all new and my heart beats all the harder. I look at the different garden that is my temporary destination and smell the delicate blooms, but I know I am just a visitor here. When the sun sets I will awake back on the same course I was on before, to the landscape I know so well. There I will stay until the emotions come to alter my thoughts once more, to show me another place, another breath-taking view of an alternate life.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2016.
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How is it that just a thought can bring long buried emotions and stir what was settled? I guess that's why folks say to leave things be, to not go walking into the past so blindly. But what else is there to do when the way forward is the way back? Perhaps though it is just selfishness to return, to make others feel what was healthier for them to forget?

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2016.
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My thoughts are a strange ocean to you. Should I speak of them I see the wandering begin in your eyes, your desire to flee the conversation written on your face. You think the churnings of my mind petty words, fluff and never substance. Your thoughts you guard, hardly ever letting an unconsidered word escape your lips - and this you think of as self control. In a way it is, but the effect is to leave me on the outside, rarely granting me a glimpse of where your emotions really lie. I don't know who caused you to hide, or even if it is just in your nature, but I need you to hold that door open more often. Even if you haven't the patience to get to know me, perhaps I could at least know you better.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 15, 2016.
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"The subconscious mind, our magical land of dreams, has been missing the memo about negation in speech and written language. What the conscious mind reads as white, the subconscious receives as black and vice versa when negation is used, and so the carousel of confusion continues. If you want true intelligence, talk to your subconscious and that of others with positive phrasing and positive metaphors and watch your intelligence climb to new heights; watch the shackles of fear break; grow the paws of the lion you were born to be; learn to roar."

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The thought trundled through his brain like a through train, with no intention of stopping. As he watched it's tail lights winking in the distance, all trace of it leaving his neurons, he wondered if maybe that was the one idea that would have made him his millions. But, like a good dream you wish to remember, it had gone and left no traces that would help recreate it.

By pizzapie, October 28, 2013.
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'To murder you? He would gut me in an instant… I came here to make sure his bed sheets were fresh before he returned!' Suddenly, she recalled the verse she had been reading in Exodus. 'Thou shalt not lie… Thou shalt not kill… What have I done?! I claim to being doing this for Jehovah, when, in reality, it is for my own selfish purposes.' With a sudden sense of finality, she knew that this night would be her last.

By Liz Newsom, March 14, 2014.
General

"Are you okay?" He asks with a smirk and a flash of excitement in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I stare up at my principal in fear, hoping he doesn't realize I was playing on my phone.

"Why?"

I stop to think. "Why? What does he mean 'why'? Why am I okay? Should I be okay? Is there something I shouldn't be okay about? Is something wrong? Is something wrong with me?"

By liv, October 15, 2015.
Fantasy / Contemporary

"Arc, stay way from the black and white thinking traps; stay away even from the grey scale. Keep your thoughts guided by empathy, love and compassion. There are no absolutes. Those who judge and weigh others by any scale are still wading in the waters of childhood; they have stunted their own intelligence. Any society run this way will become punitive and divided, caught in a negative spiral. Any idiot can condemn another; yet their judgement is only one of their own limited imagination. Life is complex. We need grace, forgiveness, forbearance and wisdom. Give to each what they need to thrive - love, shelter, nourishment, care - and nature will lead toward order and peace. I know this is a big ask, but Arc, you have their trust. You have a better chance than any other to save this world."