polished by Max O.
When you feel lost,
follow the light.
Just as ships at sea
look for the lighthouse,
look for the shining beam
that guides them home.
When you feel scattered,
follow the light
back to your path.
Look to your lighthouse.
When you feel lost,
follow the light.
Let its beam guide you
back to yourself.
Let the light comfort you.
If you are out at sea,
look for the lighthouse,
shining its beam through the dark,
guiding you back
to safety.
19h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:30 AM UTC
It was quiet and still.
A couple of birds
flew through the air
in the distance.
The silence was deafening.
Sunset.
The trees laid out
a rich dark green carpet
beneath them.
The color
was luxurious.
Sunset.
The sky was a pale blue-grey,
with pillows of cloud
scattered across it.
They broke the sky
with their placement
and their streaks.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 4:20 AM UTC
Night Quiet
As the sun drops for the night,
the streets clear
of cars and people.
The emptiness
is soothing in a way.
Cats are the only creatures out,
seeking something to eat.
Night quiet.
As the sky grows darker,
a black velvet blanket
covers it.
The stars begin to appear,
along with a sliver of moon.
Decorative lights shine
on a nearby building,
beautiful in pink and blue.
Stillness is in the air.
It is peaceful.
It is calming.
Sleep will be calling,
with dreams
taking one
to magical places.
Night quiet
has arrived
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:33 AM UTC
Go lightly into the night.
Let it wrap around you
like a warm blanket.
Listen to the stillness.
It is medicine.
Let it soothe the soul.
Listen to the nothing.
Receive it.
It is rare.
This is the hour
of magic and wonder,
when gold and silver threads
weave across the world,
covering it
like a shield.
Feast on the beauty before you.
Let it soothe you,
lift you,
and carry you
to new heights.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:57 AM UTC
The heat had hands.
It pressed at the walls,
the air,
the body.
By evening,
I felt less like a person
than something weathered through.
My clothes were wet.
I felt *****
beaten down—
not by a person,
but by heat,
unrelenting
in its temperature.
One air conditioner broken,
the other fighting
to survive.
My cat looking for shade
when there was none.
Waking today
to cooler weather,
a welcome reprieve
but spirit and body
still weary.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:45 AM UTC
Faith is believing
even when there is no proof,
no evidence in sight.
Strength comes from knowing
that in the end,
things will work out.
Trust is the key.
There are some things
we cannot control.
It takes believing in the light,
because it will lead you there
every time.
And here’s a slightly more lyrical version, if you want it to sing a little more:
Faith is believing
when there is no proof,
no evidence to hold.
Strength comes from knowing
that in the end,
things will find their way.
Trust is the key.
Some things
are beyond our control.
So believe in the light
it will lead you
there, every time.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 5:45 AM UTC
It is a beautiful fall day.
You are in the forest,
surrounded by trees.
The leaves decorating the branches
are golden yellow, red, and orange.
The air is cool and crisp,
with a hint of pine scent.
Pine cones lie scattered on the ground.
You take a deep breath
to take it all in.
The air feels good to breathe.
You feel refreshed.
As you walk down the path,
your feet push aside fallen leaves.
They rustle and crunch beneath you.
Your steps are otherwise silent
on the dirt path.
As you continue,
you see a doe through the trees.
She has beautiful, big brown eyes.
You both freeze in your steps,
neither of you knowing what to do.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
Every night
fairies arrive.
They come from far away
tiny creatures,
almost invisible,
with delicate wings,
beautiful as hummingbirds.
They have always existed,
since the beginning.
They come to the believers
all over the world
to grant their wishes and dreams
while they sleep.
They sprinkle magic dust over them,
made of silver and gold,
to bring sweet dreams
and protection.
As the night ends,
they leave,
returning home,
awaiting the next evening
to come once again
fairy dust magic.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 5:04 AM UTC
East Coast Heaven
She had been in hell.
Things had been impossible.
Nothing worked.
Everything was hard.
She didn’t fit.
Everything hurt
physically and emotionally.
There was no peace,
no harmony.
Then one day
she had the chance to leave,
to change things for the better.
So she headed East,
driving through rain,
through storms
and darkness.
When she arrived,
the rain had stopped.
The air was fresh
with the scent of sweet flowers.
All she felt was comfort,
safety,
peace,
and harmony.
She belonged.
She had come home
to her East Coast heaven.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 4:35 AM UTC
Many, many years ago
you lifted up my spirit.
You touched my heart with love.
You gave me care.
Many, many years ago
you touched my heart
with yours.
You lifted up my spirit.
You showed me the world.
You showed me the moon.
You gave me the sun.
You gave me everything.
You touched my heart with yours.
You never left.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC