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Star BG 7h
I gift you
reader who
stands in readiness.
Ready to wash eyes
of past hardships
to stand naked before my song.

I stand to wrap poetic verse
as gift paper
echoing its present with light as strong as sun.
With love as powerful as self pulsating to be free.
And with a moment where unlimited possibilities linger
I invite you to open heart into a new

consciousness.
To know all are gifts
as soul waits to be unwrapped by self
A present of great value.

I hand treasure to you to awaken.
Happy Birthday.
Just a morning thought to merge with all and celebrate inside of distance.
jia m 6h
to me, his smile was the best
it was the morning coffee;
i like to drink when i rest,

it was the sound of rain
that gave shivers down my spine.
and only his smile,
could tell me everything is fine.

his smile i used to think at night,
what should i do without you my love?
your smile is the inspiration i write,
a gift that was sent from the above
I feel alive for the first time in a while
For a friend
BAE Sep 27
Something for you to remember me by,
Maybe you’ll look at it everyday,
Maybe you’ll store it away,

Maybe someday you stumble across this,
And maybe you’ll reminisce

That there was one a ‘BAE’.
This is written for a gift that was given for a relationship which had no happy ending.
annh Sep 20
Lend me your biography; your innermost-ness,
Your secret shame; your hidden struggles,
And I shall gift you words.

A language woven with silk,
Borrowed from my own unravellings,
Frayed edges, now mended.

Let me help you thread the needle,
So that you may quilt your scattered pieces together,
And, in time, find yourself whole again.

‘Words are singularly the most powerful force available to humanity. We can choose to use this force constructively with words of encouragement, or destructively using words of despair. Words have energy and power with the ability to help, to heal, to hinder, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate and to humble.’
- Yehuda Berg
A B Faniki Sep 8
Dear black Santa claus I have some wish
It is not as many as the hair on
your head as a matter of fact the wish
is about hair, you see my friend Malik has turn

nineteen last summer and up to now his face
is as smooth as a baby **** without a lick
of hair, Oh! black santa in your next phase
of trip and among your commodity of hair send malik

a beard, so that he won't be in despair
not that that is any business of mine and
please dear black Santa claus don't show this letter
to Saint Nicholas your counterpart with the white beard

I don't want him to accidentally send Malik a white
beard because that will freak him out.
AB Faniki © 9/8/2029 all right reserved  an attemp at humours piece using sonnet form I hope u enjoy it. It was supose to be part of my work banal tells.
"If for me you’ll go through strife,"

Says the Spirit,

"I’ll give you Life."
The sale sign is up
And so are my feet
I know I'll be here for a while
I've stamped a discount sticker on my forehead
It's more a dare than a warning
Take me home for half the retail price
There's a few scratches and scuffs
A bit rough around the edges
There's been wearing and tearing
Parts missing
It says so right here on the box
Just so happens I've also lost the lock
That came with it
So you see
It's a little defected
But instead of being rejected
I won't tell a soul
That you stole a glance at me
Sitting on the sale rack
And thought you could rip off the 'special' tag
Never letting anyone know
That you got me
real
real
low
No refunds
But you can palm me off
As a full price defect
Regift it
No one will know
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