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Renée Brookes Jun 2020
She wails into a deep cry,
feeling the Spirit detach and say it’s goodbyes to the body of earth,
It has always known.
Separation beyond the skies into the unknown, she cries.

Weeping for the collection of souls,
lost for the cause.
Her heart made aware of their dimming flames,
to be preserved within her.
Amy Perry Jun 2020
Once you fall in love with
An artist, an empath,
A writer, a musician,
A feeler, a healer,
A giver, a lover,
There is no going back
To an ordinary life.
Phoenix32 May 2020
I got so lost in the alluring depths of his soul, i forgot not to fall in love...
Saurya May 2020
Abba!
Abba!
Abba!

There was silence

Except the rustle of the dry leaves
And the wind
And the thumping of the heart

Everything was silent

The night was moved, not to move at all,
Least, they would come, and the moments of love
That flowed as blood, would turn in screams!
Love cries would be turned to love screams
Flesh made for freedom, would be freed from the bones

Hush! Said the night to the leaves, and they feared to stir,
Let’s give this boy, some moments of peace, and silence they said,
For the boy was born in silence, moved in silence, lived in silence
And silent was his mind, for knowledge has been stirred in love, God said’

Abba!
Would you forsake me?
He cried, cause he knew, his faith on love was to be tested tonight!
Slowly wrenching heart out, in front of Ma!

Would you forsake me? Abba!

If this is your wish, so be it!
He said!

And night whimpered in fear, the moon hid her face in pain,
Leaves failed to move

The Legionnaires have arrived
As King is being carried to Kingdom!
So was the King taken away to rule!
All hearts of love! till the world would break apart, or explode of love!

If this is your Wish, Abba! So be it!
Phoenix32 Apr 2020
In the stillness of the night beneath the shimmering stars, the moonlight dims and the world grows quiet,
I think of him.
LightToBurn Apr 2020
Distorted empaths
Cheap wine bottled friendship, gag
Spiritually dull
a senryu
(similar to haiku)
vonny Apr 2020
my hands clutch the entirety of the earth

a globe of green and blue

my fingers are cupped

and they are kept up

the ocean and lands know of my worth

this is my job to do

but

however i smile and stand with might

i am scared to fall away

but my legs will shake

and the earth will quake

if i am afraid that i don't have the right

how can i save the day?
sometimes i feel a burden that i take care of everyone too much. its just my instinct to help people.
vonny Apr 2020
soft pieces of purity laid out on a parchment sheet
it smells like raw memory and a warm home
mixed with a spoon to create something sweet
the lovely aroma lets all my memories foam

pouring in the milk laced with my very own blood
these cookies are for someone who is of worth
mixing in the flour, tears at my eyes threatening to flood
but I will endure the pain to put the dough by the hearth

before I put them in the oven, I try a little taste
I feel sick, and my stomach begins to cramp and ache
I ***** all over the floor and look at all the waste
instead of cookies, next time I should make a cake
i wrote this about putting blood, sweat, and tears into a friendship that made me feel awful about everything. however, instead of ditching the unhealthy friendship, i instead opted for different methods of devoting myself completely to them.
vonny Apr 2020
the mouse started off like any ordinary mouse

annoying, small, and persistent.

the nymph tried to take good care of him, and he was treasured to her.

the mouse came limping back to her, after his daily battle with the world

she nursed him back to health

as the nymph cared more for the little mouse, she spurted out pellets of blood and flowers

the mouse tried to stop her

but it was too late.
i wrote this about a my friend who i used to think i liked in that way. i wrote this after i realized i didn't really like him, and it was about what our hypothetical relationship might have been. and it obviously wasn't something i wanted.
vonny Apr 2020
i can talk to the sun, did you know?

he tells me about his day

and each time i walk home, i take a pouch of his light

as a gift of my kindness



this careful young girl walked home 

a spring in my step

then my vision suddenly spots

a sad rain cloud looking at me



frightened and worried she looks

anxious and tactful i am

i pour her the warm sunshine

the contents of my pouch emptied



pipper and bright the cloud looks

she is happy and joyful

her rain has disappeared

she rushes off to join her fluffy friends



i decide to walk home

the spring gone from my step

this careful girl stares into a mirror of time

i will wait for tomorrow's routine
i wrote this about my experience as an empath. the sunshine represents my wellbeing/love (depending how you look at it), and the clouds are my friend. the sun is probably just the tiny amount of self esteem i had at the time.
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