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As he walks
Across an empty room
Towards me
He smells like rain
In the middle of summer
And I do not feel anything for him at all
He says that
Poets are quiet people
But
I don't believe him
I am no longer a poet
Only a thief
For I am louder than he has ever been
And he knows
He is a poet
Who will not say a word
Be still , and abide  in the Lord everyday.
Be still, and wait for the Lord to lead you.
Be still, and listen for the Lord to answer.
Be still, and Lean on the Lord always too.
Follow, the Lord for he shall lead you here.
Follow, the Lord to the road he leads you to.
Follow , for the Lord knows your every step.
"She won’t break you like those other girls will. That’s exactly why you’re terrified of her. She could make you happy. And you know being happy is the most terrifying thing in the universe.
Once you’re happy it can be taken from you."
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so ****** personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. **** it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
They have no idea,
how much you think of them.
You have no idea how much
someone is thinking of you.
And,
May be this way,
we are all
secretly
loved
by
someone.
And,
it’s
true.
It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence…
A silent star
Of our point of view
The moon
Tugging on the waters
Of youth
The sun
A burning pandemic
Of blistering fun
But we won't be here
When said and done
Not these shells
Of flesh and dung
So Beautifully ugly
This secular tongue
This Earth
Forever more
Eternity a revolving door
We’ve all been here before
.................
Traveler Tim
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