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 13h Blaire
Pojamusic
Tic tac, tic tac,
the clock is always running,
Tic tac, tic tac,
losing the moments bad or stunning...

Yes, there was a time,
when we were there together,
yes, our time is gone,
nothing never last forever.

You´re always here,
you´re in my heart,
but you´re leaving there,
now my life is hard.

Tic tac, tic tac,
the clock is always running,
Tic tac, tic tac,
losing the moments bad or stunning...

When we were together,
our days were light,
we had feelings, never
dissapear tonight.

When you see me walking,
you see I´m alone,
you don´t hear me talking
of our past along.

Tic tac, tic tac,
the clock is always running,
Tic tac, tic tac,
losing the moments bad or stunning...

- Tarmo Selter -
2024
 13h Blaire
julia
healing hands
careful heart
but at what cost?
any nurses out there? this last semester of nursing school is ruining my personal life
 13h Blaire
Cmi
Why
 13h Blaire
Cmi
Why
If existence is one,
We’re all connected
By a string of love.

If love is the ultimate
We are meant to feel,
Then why does ego
Block love’s flow?

Why does it stand
In the way
Of what we are meant to know?

❤️🌷✨
 13h Blaire
Asante'
Paint a bitter picture
with a letter full of truth.
Let it be offensive.
Let it be uncouth.
Even if it hurts me
Have your feelings be outpoured
because I'd rather be
rejected
than to simply be
ignored.
My letters and your eyes...

The letters were not...
To dance between my lines...
And they were not...
To last...
With the sparkle of gold...
On the pages...
If it weren't be ...
for your wandering eyes...
in every morning...
Waits for my words...
To perfume your heart ...
With it ...
To sprinkle its fragrance ...
From your breath ...
Until ...
to reach me ...
Dewy ...
At morning ...
To be ...
A flavor for my coffee ...
To enjoy it ...
With every sip ...
Until the bottom of the cup ...

Good morning ...
Oh lover of my letters ...

Hazem ...
We had black tea,
Because we could not afford milk,
We could only have one meal a day,
The rice, chapattis, curry and pickles all mixed together so it would be enough for seven mouths.
Now, I see people  have black or green tea and one healthy meal,
Either they are on diet or to maintain health.
20/10/2024
Fold me like you always have,
Run your nails to set the creases,
Shape me to the form you crave,
Bend me into the art of your wishes,

My form forever yours to toy with,
I conform to your will and desire,
Expose my surfaces, above or beneath,
I will always be there for you to admire,

I can be flexible or I can be stiff,
That depends on what you want,
I am here to help fill your rift,
The one who says you can when you can’t,

Craft that which you seek of me,
I am but your art, your origami.
The boy stood on the burning deck
He'd never seen the like
His vintage radio refused to work
Because of melted Bakelite.
I walked along, hand in hand
Strolling towards the trees.
I was happy, had no care,
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

I ran my hands, through the green,
Humming - carefree as can be.
I was content, and had no fear,
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

I closed my eyes, to feel the breeze,
Smiling so blissfully,
I sighed, then, I remember -
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

I opened my eyes, and the trees were bare
Barren ground surrounded me -
I screamed, wordless, held on even tighter
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

The sky then bled, my mother screamed
As to why I couldn’t see
My dog barked, and I held on to
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

My mother looked at me, her mouth was open
Still screaming silently
The dog whimpered, why was it only
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

She then faded, I ran after
Holding my dog helplessly
I knew then that image was over, of
Just the dog, my mother, and me.

When I stopped, she was gone, and so was the dog
They were only memories.
Nightmares or dreams - the only way it can be
Just the dog, my mother, and me.
My mother was my best friend and confidant throughout my life. As an Autistic child with mental health problems I leaned on her heavily. After our family went through some severe trauma at which I was the centre, my mother and father became my complete family. When I had just turned 20 (Jan 2013), my mother passed away out of nowhere from a heart attack - I worked in our emergency department and was on shift when she was bought in DOA. I still miss her deeply.
She also got a dog who she absolutely adored. She said she would train it, make it obedient - and instantly caved to everything she wanted. I trained Boo (my dog) and when my mum passed away, Boo became my dog. A A couple of years ago, my dog went to stay temporarily with my aunt while I was sorting  my housing. She was in perfect health. A month later, I get a call from my father telling me my aunt has had her put down and spread the ashes due to a mysterious 'illness' that came from nowhere.

She didn't even let me say goodbye.

— The End —