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 Dec 2020 Jen
Harriet Shea
The substance we come from, alive among the strongest
of men standing close to the entrance of deep
admiration.

We have no direction from the days before dawn
appeared, when thoughts soared high above
eternity.

Still, we know the truth is truth and we must follow what
exists in the distance for our survival, it will never
be lost if one believes, that life continues on without
a need for answers.

We have no tomorrows till tomorrow appears new
bright, cool, filled with wishes, dreams we
manifest through our thoughts and desires.

Light your space brightly, never closing the door on
what you yourself believe.

We are what we believe and days pass the way
we desire them to, life is living our very own
paradise, making it as perfect as we can if we
open our consciousness deep enough, finding
the depth of awareness that only transforms
more energy to the surface, a new star forming
in each thought that is born.

Collective thoughts widening within each breath
we take, illuminating material awareness upon
arrival in an instant of knowledge that we
contribute to our own benefit of existing
in our world, we have made for us to live
right from the beginning of darkness and
silence drifting inward creating over and
over again, organizing what fantasies we
illustrate to materialize.

Each sparkle creates something, like a drop
of rain that falls on a lake clear like glass
till it is disturbed by one drop of water that
circles on forever.

In life, we all see something different from our
eyes, we see what we have created within.


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 Dec 2020 Jen
A Poet
The pain begins tonight,
unimaginable torture of my own mental design,
   left under an imaginary starry sky,
    warm desert breeze, smell of rotten pine.
       my melancholy turns in your hand,
          lift me up, raise me up,
             help me become stronger.
                Let the sun, drip and fill the honey in my eye.
                   & take me out of this darkness.
                           𝓈𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒, 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒
 Dec 2020 Jen
A Poet
ƒ𝐋𝐲
 Dec 2020 Jen
A Poet
Little Brown Bird,
   in the clutches of your design,
      free your cage
           & ƒ𝐋𝐲
 Dec 2020 Jen
Loveless
Bleed
 Dec 2020 Jen
Loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
 Dec 2020 Jen
Dr Peter Lim
Night wrapped in silence
not a single soul in sight
but the wind's moaning
 Dec 2020 Jen
jl
Crush
 Dec 2020 Jen
jl
Late night texts
Sleepy eyes
Small smiles
Butterflies

Stolen moments
Held inside
Beating heart
Stupefied

~

Left alone
Tear filled eyes
Chapped lips
Scarred thighs

Empty promises
Cast aside
Broken heart
Terrified

~j.l.
there's a reason why its called a crush
 Dec 2020 Jen
leeaaun
Doubts
can consume your soul,
destroy your
dreams
and
every
inch
of your hope.
 Dec 2020 Jen
Micrography-Mike D
I'm tired
Of fake rainbows and fools gold
Of the best of intentions with little to no action
Of giant smiles through biting teeth

I'm tired
Of caring too much and not caring enough
Of either feeling helpless or hopeless
Of running myself in circles while not doing a thing

I'm tired
Of all the warning signs being there but no one seeing a need to warn
Of innocence lost and hope forgotten
Of lotteries with no winners, just losers

I'm tired
Of those with blame being held blameless
Of all the finger pointing but never introspective
Of an endless need to consider everyone's feelings while simultaneously no one cares

I'm tired
Of dishonesty from those in positions of power
Of distrustful actions from those we're expected to trust
Of money buying impunity

I'm tired
Of being too lazy to have patience
Of being part of the problem and not part of the solution
Of trying to deal with my paranoia when someone's clearly out to get me

I'm tired
Of endless waves of pity but never an open heart
Of technology connecting us yet making us less connected
Of the traditional definition of 'face-to-face time' replaced with things like Facebook or FaceTime

I'm tired
Of togetherness only after we've been divided
Of lives of youths spent by a misspent youth
Of tragedy happening without warning with clear warning signs

I'm tired

Of no one being able to agree and that's the only thing agreed upon
Written: February 16, 2018

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