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Laura 7d
When our lives are written
From the ink and numbers
That make up the universe
So we will find our way
By the light of the stars and the sea
there is a stream of bliss
where all your dreams exist
and it never ceases to flow
an excerpt :’)
Every
Bygone year
Congratulates
For the graduation
And bids farewell
With warm regards
For future endeavor
Schooling us
What isn't right
Who we are not
Where we don't belong
What money can't buy
How to stay antifragile
What doesn't make sense
When all is done
And dusted
Genre: Observational
Theme: Guidance
Note: Schooling is not what is taught, it is a process of acceptance to learn.
annh Apr 19
He looked better in a mask than I did without.
‘The World Health Organization (WHO) is considering changing its guidance on whether people should wear face masks in public, prompted by new evidence that suggests doing so could help contain the pandemic.’
- Hannah Devlin and Denis Campbell

Looking through my drafts I found this micro - an unusable remnant from a longer piece about keeping up appearances. A word written without a second thought to connote pretence or disguise, now gives me reason to pause. To mask, or not to mask, that is the question. :§
All Things Galore
by Michael R. Burch

(for my grandfathers George Edwin Hurt Sr. and Paul Ray Burch, Sr.)

Grandfather,
now in your gray presence
you are

somehow more near

and remind me that,
once, upon a star,
you taught me

wish

that ululate soft phrase,
that hopeful phrase!

and everywhere above, each hopeful star

gleamed down

and seemed to speak of times before
when you clasped my small glad hand
in your wise paw

and taught me heaven, omen, meteor ...

Keywords/Tags: family, grandfather, grandchild, grandson, teacher, mentor, example, guide, guidance, guru
We don't fight each other,
but rather have broken times shared together
A hung up call without a said reason or rhyme
hurts my loving heart that explains why
when I have to do the same
because I don't want to be distant, I tell the purpose for the times
Need to be up and alert by 6 but we're still
Talking near 2
I'd much rather be near you

Broken times, while they hurt
aren't an obstacle that can't be hurdle with a chat
In fact, I bless the split moments that
Make me pray even harder
Father, you know the gift you have for us
“Trust in the Lord and lean not unto your own understanding
In in ALL your ways acknowledge Him..."
Songs sung to our Heavenly One
Your songs sung, you're a heavenly dove
Flying as the clouds break, a sunny day
My sunny day
We don't fight each other
We love and fight for our love
Just as He fought for us
Caffeine + broken sleep schedules during quarantine = our need for growth  
4/10/20 2am-ish
Zack Ripley Feb 17
"I'm too afraid to die but in too much pain to want to live.
So tell me, what do you do when you've given all you feel you have to give?
"Just live."
Tori Alva Mar 22
A cold breeze caresses my skin
Gentle, yet sharp at the touch,
My cheeks flush at sight
I gasp rushing my arms around my waist
Memories flood my mind
A smile creeps on my face
There I am, phone at hand just typing away
“Where did that girl go?”, I wonder
The feeling of nostalgia takes over
Only that this time, it’s for the worst
Tears stream slowly as if time decided to torture me once again
This pain will never go away
Regain your strength beautiful,
I whisper to myself over and over again
I need to get back, or I’ll be gone forever
Wipe away those tears
Blink them away if you must
I’m up ready to face the world but first,
Let me plaster a fake smile
That’s what I do best
For I am a master at this
hope it’s good enough
Zack Ripley Dec 2019
It can be hard to find your way
When you watch the sun drown
In a sea of gray.
But it's okay.
The sun will come back another day.
Tori Schall Mar 4
All these memories are full;
weighted down by iron bars
that lock and trap.
wrapping chains around me,
but I let them.

Too wild to be tamed,
Too alone to be sane,
but you looked at me
and you smiled-
oh god, you smiled.

Too scared of trying,
not understanding the meaning of family
until you took my hand
and I know what you're doing,
but by some miracle-
by some twisted miracle,
I let you.

You weigh me down now,
long after you're gone.
These chains never rust,
they never loosen.

I let myself be captured by your love.
And I'm still not sure if I regret it or not,
but you taught me how to feel.
And sometimes I wish you hadn't,
because these feeling that are inside me
are far from the malleable, soft thing that I've become.
Far from the person you turned me into.

They are sharp edges
and strong, unyielding walls.
They plunge me into a current
and I don't know how to swim.
So I take it all, floating along
without your guidance.

You taught me these things-
and then you left before you were done.
You've left me to smooth out the edges on my own
but you never taught me how.
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