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 Jun 2016 Emily R
Akira Chinen
You undid the stitches of
My heart
And I watched
My broken pieces
Unravel and fall
Apart
Blood and tears
Did flow
As your gentle stroke
Soothed ache and hurt
You pulled out the final thread
And tossed away
The last sharp shard
Revealing a new
Beat and pulse
You placed a new
Heart shaped seed
Full of dreams
And hope
And sewed your name
To the blood and skin
At the place
Where once my
Broken heart had been
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Happynessa
Within the centre of your being
May you find peace
Every act of unconditional love
Echoes in eternity
Spread your wings and dance
Dreams into reality
If your situation  won't change
Then change yourself
The optimist is often as wrong
As the pessimist
But he is far far happier
Choose happiness
You never really know how strong you are until you're alone,
crying and forced to pick yourself up off the floor.
That is when you can truly see how big your emotional muscles are
and I promise
they are bigger than you ever thought possible.
Flex them.
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Diana Williams
"Destroy all uniqueness to create a stiff mess" Never knowing
Idiosyncrasies lead to genius
As that genius leads to wealth
as you master the craft of *******.
 Jun 2016 Emily R
Ethiiochick
Those hands show the many years of continuous hardship, but with the beautiful struggle and time all is subdued.
This enduring hands tells story's that her mouth couldn't dear to utter, strong, brave was she for silently withstanding the ever tiring battles of life.
These hands are not mine, but they still need the same comforts and care that my own crave for.
Listen to the hands echoes, let them ring loudly into your ears, while her words can be seen through her delicate hands, she still remains quiet as the graves that she finds homely...
-Ethiiochick
You can survive with a heart of stone,

Though you're never sure who's side the sun is on,

The unsureness is what brings the tilt to my smile,

Not of fear but of pleasure; turned being scared, into being the flower with a lost feather,

Into feeling loved but not by anything in particular,

The outreach of Mother Earth is like mountains in the galaxy,

With a touch of sky, at night time the stars collide,

Your heart filled with pride and bravery,

Your blood remains still as the trees walk by,

Wins of the fall, dirt cool as redwood shade;

Heart of a lover, the beat at his own pace,

Stems band on top of mushroom fields, while the children of the sun move with the horizon,

Smile for rain, glance for clouds and look up to the indigenous grounds,

That's where my heart is at,

Where I sit on top of rocks and communicate with the current of the river,

Flow of love, soul of sound
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