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Nikkie Jan 30
I have made my transition to another place, a place where beauty needs no explination.
God’s great timing is everything;
it may not be what we expect but God is always in control.
Sands will flow through the hourglass, slow and steady, throughout our lives.

Time will end and the sand will stop flowing, but God’s love for us is forever growing.
I have worked all my life for this to happen, to see my Lord face to face.

I’ve been accepted in this majestic place, where pain no longer has a hold on me.
My eyes have adjusted t my new reality, I can see bright skies and butterflies.
Don’t worry about not seeing my face, don’t worry abut not feeling my embrace.

Hold our memories inside your heart, and know that our live will never depart.
Cry for me, just for a while, but not too long, ‘cause I’m don’t just fine.
My bags are unpacked and I am settling in, taking my place next to the Master.

He said that he’d never leave nor forsake me, He kept his promise, I am with him now.
He has taken my hand and opened up the doors; to a Paradise of beauty and love divine.
I know you’ll miss me, I’ll miss you too!
Just know dear hearts, we will be together again someday.
Live your life to the fullest, and remember our love
each and every day.
Just remember your hourglass is still flowing strong.
Do what you can so you can see, my hourglass is full again, this time my sand will never end!
i’m a butterfly in the rain
wings dripping with salty tears
i’m a firefly in the dark
possessing a glow so beautiful
it makes me worth catching
i’m a girl with no hope
for i am too much of everything
and never enough.
CasiDia Dec 2020
What appeared in the waters
is best remembered as dawn.

The beginnings again, new day.
All patterns and colors of excellence,
sweet glowing truth.

What prisms lack in brilliance
they make up for with charms.

Within parables some
deciphered meanings
on which to build reality.

The castles have been visited.
The story has been told.
The heroes written down.

Mama owl closes the book
and the beds, they all shook.
Blxvkroseee Dec 2020
i think when we get older and our heart is in the right place
we forgive more.
we forgive the people who once caused us pain ,
the people who broken us down
the people that made us feel like dying at the moment .

but what we don't see is that they just gave us a second  chance to live. it may not be the way we thought it would be but sometimes it works better than we planned .
so we look back and appreciate the heartache
we appreciate the tears we cried for them
because you get older and you find peace with the past .
we understand that our mistakes weren't on purpose but it was necessary for our growth .

im not saying that it makes it okay for the people to have caused us pain .
But they also may have been lost ,
confused, scared, hurting . we dont know
but people will think they are the hero in their stories without realizing that they are the villains in ours.

Take your pain and grow.
not everything is personal.  
we are all growing and finding our purpose and we will make mistakes along the way.
I met you in the winter, and I remember
Your hair burned like autumn leaves.
Like a fresh cup of coffee on the skin,
Like embarrassed, flushed red cheeks,
And like the suffocating stage lights.

I wished my tone was as warm as yours,
I wished my brain was as bright as yours,
I wished my words were as illuminating as yours.
But for now, all I can do is help you
Clean up your mess with my cold hands.
clean up other people's messes, it might gain you a friend. for Liam
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
Beauty within seems so far out of reach

Being slim comes easily

Starving for something more fulfilling than calories or carbs

For a glowing serving of enlightenment
For soul food
Yolanda Oct 2020
She is cute, she is small
She's got a pretty round face that glows like sunlight
She is got a pretty little mouth with white glowing teeth that brings a perfect smile to her face
Her breath smells like the scent of roses
Her cute big eyes look like those of Slow Loris
Her hands are tiny like little rat claws
Her little feet like the feet of a deer
And her tininess brings perfection out of her.
Speaking of a friend who I love dearly, she's tiny and gorgeous, and everything she does is just perfect, she's my inspiration, and my role model, she's one of the top ladies I will consider beautiful in every way.
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