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Jeremy Betts Jan 2021
I'm an enigma, a quitter and survivor, a pioneer weary of the change that literally defines the career
In desperate need of a savior or at the very least a lucky rabbits foot souvenir
One to keep me free and clear from the type of bad karma that's over the top severe
I've been thinking I don't belong here, I don't know if it's me talking that talk or the fear
I let it take the wheel and steer, my driving advise from the rear seat falls on a deaf ear
I guess I ain't suppose to interfere with the charioteer, the why isn't clear
Now I've gotta kick it into another gear to commandeer my own life like a buccaneer
This deer in headlights nonsense won't get me anywhere near my "new beginnings" frontier
I lost track of my trail guide mountaineer, forgotten about like I'm the fourth musketeer
The sheer volume of every collected tear almost drowns me at least once a year
Or acts like pavement when I smear across it after falling from the atmosphere
My guardian angel is a horrible puppeteer, seems to disappear when needed most like he's the one with crippling fear
...go figure

Mizuki Mysa Mar 2021
ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ ᴊᴜᴍᴘꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴜꜱ


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The night when I closed my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar face. Puffy eyes, it never lies filled with dread, I wonder what happened.

The day when I walked down the street, I got bumped into you. Bright eyes, there's something that hides. You smiled and with a blink of an eye, this heart of mine seems to lose its control. I fall into pieces with your flowering smile. It was the best thing I've seen in my whole life. Your voice― whenever it calls my name, it creates an alluring melody that is pleasant to hear. You're perfectly imperfectly fine.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙.

As days has passed, this world turns cold than ever. Things getting worst, uncontrollable, and unstable. Storm is getting stronger, but I am more now stronger than before.

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚.

It really breaks me when I found you crying inside of this empty room. But hey, you have my hand when your skies turned to gray. Life may be full of uncertainties, but I will prove to you that my love is certain without any trace of deceit.

𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮.

This hand of mine will hold you until you feel okay. I will wipe your tears, you can lean on me everytime you fear. Promise me you will never walk away from me.

𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮.

Use me as you will, do what you want until you're healed. Just don't throw me away.

𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡.

I will lift you up when you feel like you're giving up.
If saving you will cost my life,
I'm content enough to be your guardian angel.

― Mizuki
This piece was inspired by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus', Your Guardian Angel. Credits to some lines that I used.
We are never alone
Alone doesn't exists for us
There are witnesses
Guardians and angels
Watching over us
Never leaves us alone

They're not there for you
But they're watching over you
The sky and the stars too
That's the truth
In all time and space
We're protected
Nobody Feb 2021
Welcome to the sunny little room
in my dreams,
where I get to see an angel face
smiling back at me.
When he reaches his hand out
for mine,
I touch him and feel peace.
His warm sea green eyes
pierce deep into mine,
and I would rather die
than ever leave his side.
But I know once I wake up
he'll be long gone.
So I try to enjoy this place
where he makes me feel like I belong.
Gabriel burnS Nov 2020
In our sleep
There are sparks
And when the flags of nations
In the hands of tyrants
Strive to suffocate the fires
Of our conscience
There are those
Whose lives are palms around the flame of truth
And she, the truth, a moon at night
Will never fail to summon
Her champion, the wolf
The lone survivor
Whose howling can’t be silenced
Taking flight
And overwhelming every obstacle there is
So that we know
That freedom’s not for free
When men are driven
To become the wolves they never thought they’d be
Only to remind us
Of the value in humanity

* * *

В съня ни
има искри
които не мигват дори
И щом на нациите знамената
във ръцете на тирани
устремени са, пожарите да задушат
на съвестта ни,
Има ги онези
със животи като длани във заслон на пламъка от истина.
А тя, истината, на нощта луната,
не ще пропусне да повика
рицарят ѝ вълк,
последен оцелял
със несломимия си вой,
издигнал се във полет,
препятствията всички превъзмогнал,
за да узнаем ние,
че не е безплатна свободата
щом хора са принудени да станат вълците каквито те самите не биха предполагали...
да ни напомнят
стойността в човечното!
Google translation, unfortunately, provides a one-sided, negative, politically-biased translation for the word "whistleblower" in my native language. However, I found the correct one, the intended one, the accurate one -  people who reveal the truth.
s Sep 2020
the last thing I remember was you driving up the driveway and stopping to give treats to the dogs like you always did. You were the strongest person I knew, a giant of life, of love, of what's right. Your silver hair circled around the top of your hair like a shore inching towards invading the water. I never remember you being the least bit sick, sad, unhappy. You were the rock of our family.

That day was my birthday. you never missed a birthday or holiday or just a chance to get to tell us how much you love us even more. The day everything changed was my sisters birthday. We knew things weren't right when you hadn't texted her happy birthday, you were always the first one. I knew you were getting older, but this was just something you could get checked out and you'd be home that night. I kept telling myself it was gonna be okay, you were stronger than any worldly thing I knew.

The doctors said the swelling on your brain was going to be too much, and you'd never be that same giant of life I knew before. I still had the hope in my heart that you'd wake up and call me shelbs and hug me in the arms that I latched on to ever since I came into your life. That you'd get up and you'd be feeding the turkeys and deer the next morning. That you'd be there at Christmas and thanksgiving and my graduation and my wedding. The hardest thing I ever had to do was tell you it was okay to move on, that your job was done here on this earth, and I needed you to take care of me from above.

I write this after looking through the things you left behind. I put on the shirts that still smell like you. I slip my arms through the tunnels of the the sleeves and I remember your arms and how they wrapped all the way around me when you held me. My favorite item of them all- a series of post it notes full of your wit and thoughts. The one I love the most-

God has you in His arms, I have you in my heart.
onlylovepoetry Jun 2020
that fog horn blows,
worries my mind, lord knows, we don’t need,
more obstacles in this tired world, so the horn
trying, to be blowing fog away, without success

the sound’s remainder air-lingers like foam bubbles
ridden down to coffee cup bottom, resisting, protesting,
refusing to expire, useless/nonetheless, says no dying

sole boat outlined, bout mile out, must be anchored, it’s
unmoved by fog danger or noise, fishing is my informed
best guess, but fish ain’t stoopid, swimming another way

the fog horn wakes the woman who looks askance
cause there is neither coffee or a newly christened
poem upon her nightstand, an explanation is sought

“stand by me,” I sing, “be unafraid my darling, stand now,
stand by me,” poet said “been guarding our bed, this long
foggy night, agin interlopers, bad dreams and sea troubles”

shied ‘em away, knowing that when a man loves a woman,
she can lean on him, cause he’s load bearing, her safety is
always first, poem second, coffee coming, with sun rising

she bemused, funny you’re, kooky like the poems you’ve up-
written all night, up all life long, all stored up in my nightstand,
you’re sweet, like  Tennessee whiskey, ignore my scowling my own
poet-mr. coffeeman-sea guardian, you’re alright with me
Growly Wolfus Jun 2020
I step out of bed each day
and collapse upon the floor.
Why I pick myself up and how
are a mystery every morning.

Like someone whispering,
"Don't give up yet.  You still have hope.
And hope is the light that will guide you home."
So I keep moving, keep breathing,
keep loving, keep failing.
But I keep living.

And every morning
when I'm tired of this life,
ripped to shreds and worn to the bone,
I hear a voice that reminds me,
weary I may be,
I know that when I fall
someone will catch me,
even if it is the ground.
I thank God for my guardian angel and those who help me continue on.
Chandy Feb 2020
Assigned at birth
I'm your Lenta
Use me anyway possible
First for love
Hug me
Pick that up, please
Now you've...
You're the same.
Just a little bit of ferocity
**** them
Grab him
Put him in the Sanction
It's the same.
It's the same...
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