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Iska 1d
Today a devil
crept from the shadows
and whispered in my ear
“you are simply not strong enough to survive the storm.”
So I looked her in the eyes
with a set jaw and steel for eyes and whispered back
“darling can’t you tell? I am made of stars and storms and you are simply not strong enough to survive ME”
Iska 1d
Darling, why do you let yourself cave to their ideas of how we should be?
There is a goddess beneath our skin and a galaxy under our ribs.
Didn’t you know?
We are the granddaughters of the witches they couldn’t burn.
We are the stars that never burst and the seas that never end.
We are beauty and power and nothing can hold us back
save for our own fears and minds.
Set yourself free.
watch the universe dance along to the music your soul creates.
Believe in the magic the swells in your soul.
Mrs Anybody Sep 11
Dear diary,

Today I
a moment
of inner peace

rustling leaves
the smell of
the forest
also check out my other poems!  :)
Spriha Kant Aug 25
When my soul gets bubbled inside gloominess , there's only one potent voice that blasts the bubble ; my inner voice who calls me out , ' Spriha , don't listen to anyone except me. '
Depending on the use and day,
a large percent of ingested content were used as (and in) space crafts sweeps
across galaxies of stereographic tones
spectral outlets
That in turn, would radiate a bartered intoxication
Theres no denying
in how much those journeys assisted with the development of creative styles forward
from in the aforecited text
Nilia Loh Jul 24
Noir and Blanc.
Swimming side by side.
Both full of pride.
Always arguing who is right,
Bickering with all their might.
Different beliefs,
Both in disbelief.
A pointless war,
not knowing what for.
Dorrance is their name,
Balance is not the way.
Only one can live,
So who is going to leave?
it's about my inner conflict lol
annh Sep 2
Your bliss;
Channel your
Inner godliness;
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A certain on-trend stationery store’s recent ‘25% OFF INSPIRATION’ promo banner made me laugh and cringe in equal measure.

‘McMindfulness is a stock on the rise. A brand that promises to deliver.  It satisfies spiritual yearnings without being a religion.  It’s backed by brain scientists at Harvard and MIT. It’s magic without being magic.  It even transforms corporate culture and increases market share! Now that’s worth paying for.’
- Jeremy Safran, McMindfulness: The Marketing of Well-Being
The inner light shines in the poorest of bodies,
To enlighten the mind of light,
So, with the mind of light,
Give honour to the light,
Father light give honour to the mother of light,
Mother of light give honour to the elder son of light,
Elder son of light give honour to the elder daughter of light,
Elder daughter of light give honour to the younger twins of light both boy and girl,
May the royal family of light enlighten humanity?
The light’s laws are within the children of humanity and burns like a fire within them?
Wisdom of light, you speak in may tongues and creeds, but it is always the real light from the realm of light?
Oh, glorious light of lights show me insight like King Solomon’s and wisdom to help others see the light in others and themselves,
Because your treasury is the purest of silver and the finest of gold,
So, fill my heart, the true treasury of the highest order with your purest silver and finest gold to make others rich in life,
Give me in my poverty, the crown of finest gold and purest silver to enlighten my darkened mind in life,
Light of light, bringer of love and truth,
Your ways are the light in the darkness,
You give sight to the blinded and make those who claim to see blind,
I am humbled, that you give me, the vision to just see a shadow of your true light,
Light is king, light is king, light is king,
So, kings and queens are not mighty in acts of war in your sight, but kings and queens are mighty in acts of light and love in your sight?
So, Love brings liberty and freedom to the children of light now and forevermore.
Bryn Kennell Jul 8
Oh ugly butterfly
They think less of you

When you were a caterpillar
There was hope
The children caught you
Placed you in a jar
Picked you leaves
And watched you grow

From a cocoon
Sprouted wings
But "oh no"
They were not colorful

The children released you
Just let you go
"Fly away ugly butterfly"
They scream and shout
"We do not love you
for you are not beautiful"
The children did not love him, for he was not beautiful.
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