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Every sunrise reminds me,
you should still be here.
To braid my hair like old times,
Cause honestly, it's a mess right now.

I'm still kind-hearted,
just like you taught me,
But the truth is,
I never learned how to live without you.

Every beautiful thing,
reminds me of you.
you were sensational-
In your own incomparable way.

The truth is,
I'll never say goodbye.
You live in my heart,
Still guiding me,
And I know you're proud of me
wherever you are
This is dedicated to someone who profoundly inspires me every single day.
girlinflames Aug 11
This week’s reading
began with a card called Hope
It was exactly what I needed today
Irelyn Thorne Jul 11
Is it wrong
To not know what's next
After building up a reputation
To always be the one who knows
And never asks for anything in return
Not once
Is it wrong
To not have any advice
When everyone believes I am healed
That I speak truths
From my harsh past
And shed light
On every other trauma
So is it so, so wrong
To have helped every other person
Yet be at a loss of words
When I'm with you
Jonah May 21
Darkness is a cavern
not escaped by light,
but by a descent deeper
than fear dares follow.
It swallows sound,
mocks the trembling step,
yet those who press on,
those who fall with purpose,
find a silence that speaks.
Not all paths lead upward
some salvation lies
in going so far down
you rise again
through the other side.
Carlo C Gomez May 16
It will never return
Every single day a wish sets sail
But nothing ever floats back
The constant churn of the tide
Is a clockwork peril
A nomadic timekeeper
Telling us over and over
And over again
The time has come
To look elsewhere
Inspired by Barbara R Maxwell's poem "The Ocean":
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5062223/the-ocean/
Feathers fill an earthenware vase
                                         Tall quills  
Suiting ink wells
Scribing words beneath candle
Signing treaty’s  
                           Secured with wax
The Magna Carta
The Declaration of Independence
                         Momentous things

But these are simple feathers
Collected for aesthetics
For smudging
For connection
   For reasons other than to write
Joss Lennox Apr 11
This morning, out my windowsill
was a vibrant cardinal resting tranquil and still,
sitting on a limb with solace and halcyon calm,
singing a soothingly mellifluous song,
all of a sudden, emotions flooded upon me,
a nostalgic moment, from when I was young,
years upon years ago,
my grandmothers making breakfast,
my grandfather, reading the paper across from me,
in good health, laughing,
we're both content as can be,
there, just for a moment, we're together again
every time I see a cardinal now, I think of him
my own warm, sweet memories
from a simpler time, now intertwined
My grandparents were a big part in helping raise me. My grandfather, who was like a father to me, loved cardinals and would always point them out to me. After he passed, I began to see so many cardinals, which comforted me through the pain of losing him. Now every time I see a cardinal, I think of him, his warmth, his laugh and I remember how much I miss him, but also how nice it is to know he's still around, sending me cardinals.
hello stars
you all shine so bright
hello stars
can't you hear me?
hello stars
help me tonight
hello stars
they're not near me
hello stars
can you help me see
hello stars
if they care
hello stars
my hearts a sea
and they're drowning there
Jesus' baby Mar 26
Grant thee a voice to write,  
A blueprint to imprint.  

Bestow thee a script,  
To inscribe with wisdom’s grip.  

Permit thee a spark,  
To blaze through the dark.  

Inspire thee with grace,  
To shine in time and space.
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