Theres a place at the edge of the sea
Drawing you in while your woes flee

The people are warm and gentle as tea
Where drifters are welcome, yet leave you be

There oft smiling bright, a mayor… or three
Ha yes… odd but ever caring, a true family

When God created you,
He threw away the mode,
You are who you are,
Your Blessings are foretold,

He made you very special,
He made you very wise,
You are so very unique, and
the Apple of His eye

You are so ordinary,
That people just don't see,
God made you in his image,
and so abundantly.

So, always remember,
just look around and see,
We are All God's creations,
You're genuine, the Ordinary!!!


B.R.
Date: 7/2/2025

Ah, only if I could fly...
Fly, fly away
Soar into the sky,
With feathered wings
So white and pure.

If I could,
Would you come
With me too?
To soar...
To soar into the gentle
Blue, blue skies.

Oh, my sweet
Sweet child...
Everything will be okay.

All is naught
But a moment,
And tears
Won't flow forever.
For I will give you wings,
And a dream you won't regret.

43 800 hrs in 5 years ,./ i m maybe a mathematician and  that is why maybe i hav no selff-rspect

i don't feel like the earth. i don't want to be earth. i am saturn and her rings. i'm the enormity of jupiter. i am venus, never able to be pinned down. i am not the earth, aching and dying slowly.

The morning light is
judgement day.
Like life's lingering memorial to inadequacy,
it is a death determined on slow demise.

Exacerbated exhaustion,
£s pounding your brain and taxing souls.

Bedroom shade, blissful sheets and bold coffee are
barless enclosures,
like spindles
patient for a maiden's finger.

I kept us waiting…
I’m sorry…. I’m struggling
Please… don’t forgive me