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Listen to the world around you
Take in all that it has to offer
Tune out the distractions of life
Tune in to the love of God in creation
Listen to the song of life and love
Feel the Spirit move in the air
And for a moment just be present, aware
There is more to this life we are living
We can be giving, we can be forgiving
We can find peace and joy when we stop
Or even if we just start to slow down
We are chasing after shadows
Insubstantial projections of what is really real
If you're not careful, your soul they will steal
So listen and let the Spirit surround you
So listen and let the love of God enfold you
So listen and let peace pervade you
So Listen
i scream into pillows
you laugh into your palm

i weep with the willows
you stifle a yawn
chappel roan ref with the title :)
Maybe............................... but
flee the country
+
flee the pain

take this part of me
+
rewire my brain
a lil one from the train ride
In her pretty brown eyes
You could see it
Even with that dainty smile
Her happiness
Vanished
She saw
The disgust
As she looked in the mirror
The hatred
Took over
Her self-love
The pain
Changed
Her mindset
Now
She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams
Where
Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow
She was troubled
Her only wish
Was
Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow
She remembers when
If anyone asked
She would’ve said
“I’m used to it.”

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October 29, 2019 (9:47 PM)
This woman is messing with my mental health. She makes me so anxious that my stomach is in knots. She is very aggressive and rude. Lady I am trying to help you. Perfectionism is encouraged but unrealistic. We all have flaws and I am doing my best. You were amazing to me at one point but now all I see is what an attitude problem you have. I see all your BS .
He used to look
So perfect to me
But that was before
I could see clearly
Now, he’s just a faulted man
Still worthwhile
Maybe
Something I’ll probably
Never see
At a desk, coffee sachets rest.
Long-life milk harbours
white dreams of expiry.
Shuffling in his forgetful nest
a grey man blinks
at the intruding light.

Americo, do you remember
your antique power,
that opened like a rose
on the walls of Hiroshima?
Another footprint washed away
but I’m still grounded
my feelings buried so deep
yet my waves try to scream
begging To be free

My tides alternate
looking for another way
to somehow escape
this violent cage
pleading, “Set me free”

Somedays
it’s too much to bear
my anger gets unleashed
the storm within me
can’t help but Break free
This one is for everyone who holds back their words and their anger until it all builds up and explodes
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