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Prompt: What can you do today to brighten someone else's day?

๐”“๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ค, ๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐” ๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข.
๐”๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ  ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฉ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ท๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข.
๐”„ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ๐”ฑ โ„‘'๐”ก ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ค๐”ฌ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฏ.
๐”๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ถ.
โ„‘ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค โ„‘ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข๐”ก.
๐”—๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ถ ๐”.โ„‘.๐”‰.๐”ˆ
๐”‰๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฐ โ„‘ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ถ.
๐”‡๐”ฌ๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ช๐”ข๐”ก. โ„‘ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ก, โ„‘ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ. ๐”…๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ.
๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”จ ๐”Š๐”ฌ๐”ก ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฐโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
๐”๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ถ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ™ˆ
๐”–๐”ฌ ๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฐ, โ„‘'๐”ช ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”จ๐”ž๐”ถ, ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ ๐”ค๐”ฒ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข...

๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น ~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ
๊จ„โžถ๏ธŽโˆž๏ธŽ๏ธŽ
๐Ÿ™ˆ
๐Ÿฅ‚
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ
๐”“๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฃ, ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฉ.๐”ฌ.๐”ณ.๐”ข
๐Ÿ’“๐”Š๐”ฌ๐”ก'๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฐ, ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ญ๐”ข๐” ๐” ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ข ๐Ÿ“Œ

๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น ~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ๐Ÿ”ฅ
๐Ÿฅ€
๐’ฒ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“ƒ : ๐’ฎโ„ฏ๐“… 29, 2025
๐’ฒโ„ฏ โ„Šโ„ด๐“ƒ ๐’ทโ„ฏ ๐’ถ๐“๐“‡๐’พโ„Š๐’ฝ๐“‰๐Ÿ™ˆ ๐Ÿ’ฏ
Mrs Timetable Jan 19
Try
Every day
Feels like,ย ย 
Ok now,
Try
Again
Try:  make an attempt or effort to do something
At least I still get the chance to.
Mark Wanless Dec 2024
here you stand looking
at each other with love do
this for all of life
Debra Lea Ryan Jul 2024
Why all this Talk
Just Do
Is the Answer
Within You.

Ha! Ja!

DLR
09/07/2024
โ˜€โ™ฅฦธำœฦทโœฟโ™ฌ
Reminder To Myself!
Nat Lipstadt Oct 2023
โ€œWhat can a poem do?โ€
โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”-


โ€A poem
is a not a tourniquet
when youโ€™re bleeding.
Itโ€™s not water when youโ€™re thirsty
or food when youโ€™re hungry.
A poem canโ€™t protect you from an airstrike,
or from abduction, or from hate.
Itโ€™s hard to write when our words feel
like theyโ€™re not enoughโ€”they canโ€™t do
the real, tangible work of saving lives,
or making people safer.โ€

(see (1) Maggie Smith)

<~>

as is my wont,
I write,
as isย myย Natted~inhabited,
retiring to the local watering holes of
Cerebrum & Cerebellum,
them regular haunts,
where all requests are mailed, processed, satisfied & marked;
โ€˜return & render to the sender, whoโ€™s on a cerebral ******!โ€™
and that request?

โ€˜give me the wordsโ€™ (2)

those โ€˜to doโ€™ words, floaters, direct to top of list,
those โ€˜can doโ€™ words, that can effect the affect,
spare the despair,ย realize the fungible, concretize cures,
soften hard waters, giving a worsening worn life fabric a
curated baby blanket feel, a 4-ply human tissue of

โ€˜words that tell me everythingโ€™ (2)

salve solution verbs that bounty-wipe spills in entirety,
vacuum up spillage spoiling of 17 days of terrible nouns,
uncovered-unknown rages caused by inflicting prepositions
released a hatred rising,
safety rebury it deeper, drug & destruct the sleeper agents,
and let me start over again with

โ€˜telling me everything by saying nothingโ€™ (2)

the pausal silence, the quieted spaces tween the heartbeats,
where โ€˜reflection,โ€™
the noun,
and its world of alternations,
reflection,
the noun,
look inwards, but shining outward,
this, this!
is where the poem goes to do!
enervating & arresting

its contradictory powers
rock you into wild docility,
possessive and submissive,
contradictory interferences,
smoothing the roughness,
closing the gaps it opens,
healing the caused truthful cuts,
with words that tell you
everything and nothing,
open the holes, filling the gaps,
that is what a
poem do,
in and by
the manner it is spokenโ€ฆ

<~>

โ€œSometimes a poem is the stone you carry in your pocketโ€”the one you rub when youโ€™re worried.ย ย Letโ€™s fill our pockets with poems.โ€
(see (1) Maggie Smith)
(1) Maggie Smith Oct. 24
(see link https://open.substack.com/pub/maggiesmith/p/what-can-a-poem-do

(2) see the lyrics  toโ€In a  Manner of Speakingโ€
Maja Sep 2021
get
it's not about what you get
it's about what you do with what you get
Girl Mar 2021
Bottle it up.
do it.
Throw it in the sea.
do it.

See.
even the voices in my head agree.

they never agree.

Wishing that the emotions coursing through my veins with every beat.
of my heart would go with it.
knowing there's only one way...
stoping my heart

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
it keeps going.

s.t.o.p.

it always ends with a period.
...
or a bullet.

But the bitter tears stayed.
The raw emotion filled me up.

Like a bottle, overflowing.
A tsunami of.
confusion..?
...
Anger.
At myself, for being incapable.
At those around meโ€ฆ for being so blind.
Why can no one see, why canโ€™t they see that Iโ€™m not ok?
Why cant someone see through my white lies and blinding perfection. donโ€™t they know better?

they have to know better
WHY wonโ€™t they do something?

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP

Canโ€™t they see Iโ€™m b rย ย oย ย  kย ย ย ย eย ย ย ย  n?
or...

have I gotten too good at make-belief?
Sometimes it feels so real that I get lost in the moment.

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME??

The wind drowns out my screams.

its ok.

its not.

But I'm use to the silence.

so quiet.

...
it use to be peaceful.

now it's loud.

s.i.l.e.n.c.e.

so much.

s
p
a
c
e

why?

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
...
For a second, pretending Iโ€™m ok.
o k.
But the gravity shifts.
one moment...
Iโ€™m weightless.

s o a r i n g

through the sky.
And the next.
Iโ€™m crushed beneath the weight of the world.

Like Atlas, but Iโ€™m down on my knees.
The weight of reality is too much to bear.
Iโ€™m sinking, like a ship...
A ship with too many holes, beyond repair.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
The weight of knowing sinks in grief envelopes me, welcoming me. Into its comforting darkness.

I wish.

I wish- things could be differentโ€ฆ
Maybe in another life...
I think thougtfully as I look out into the storm.
A practiced captain knows when to give up.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Looking back down at my hands I seal the bottle shut.

Iโ€™ve always liked solving mysteries, itโ€™s time to be one.

Iโ€™ll bet people would wonder why the selfless girl tookโ€ฆ took from herself.
With a last look at the beaten boat, I toss the bottle weightless for a split second, before dropping like a stone, into the sea of green.
THUMP.
So quiet without a splash, not even a ripple.
THUMP.
She was gone.

S I L E N C E

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