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Rahel Mar 15
Know that we're proud.
Know that even you've lost a Grammy, Army shouts out loud
"BORAHAE BANGTAN!"
I hope you know by you we'll always, always stand.
So, taetae, babie, chin up,
Know that you have an OCEAN of people with you
so i tell you, next time will bring better luck. :)
Jungkook-ah, you might not always let others know how you feel
But know that you are the real deal
And godddd, do you know how many hearts you steal?
Yoongi, Agust D, we love you.
Though you've had a rough last year, you've come back with a desire to start anew
Know that you're talented and loved, through and through.
Seokjinnie, my almost-spirit animal, you've always made people laugh
But sometimes
No one sees you hurting, cries on your behalf
And to you I tell, know that you're our moon. :)
Hoba, you unveil darkness with your light
Lighting up any room you're in with a simple smile,
Know that we cherish you and are grateful for you, and you, ***, are gonna go miles.
Namjoonie, my lil rubber duck (ducktan!), you are my comfort person
Know that, in this world, protecting you needs no reason.
I adore you.
Jiminie, the aphrodite to my ares, sleep peacefully
Sleep knowing that there are millions of people watching over you, guarding you.
blissfully
sleep.

BTS,
May the universe hold you in the hollow of its hand.
-Charon.
This was written to ease the heartbreak of me watching their reaction over and over again to somehow telepathically comfort tae flinching.
Liz Jan 28
J
He loves the way the old records play
And that no one else knows their names
He adopts them and gives them a home again, something that he has always wanted

He loves the smell of old books and stories rarely told
Forgotten legends and myths of old
He longs to pull the sword from the stone

His smile explained this to me as we said goodbye
I glanced at his hand and saw his trembling scars burried beneath his carefully mended coat
It held his secrets in his sleeves

His smile could give light to an entire city, if only people believed
What brokenness
What joy.
3 Dec 2020
i am a beautiful bout of starts and sky
compiled into a confounded heart, left
reasonless in the dark so many times

hold me gently, like you promise now, when
we finally form a union, beautiful motion
scrubbing off the dirt and rinsing off my feet

hear me, my tired soul
hear me

forgiving the unkind parts of me
and respecting my needs,
recognizing the demon’s sins
seeing my ardent potential
chaining up my loose lead mind
promising a golden future for no one else
but me
12/21/2020 but written another time.
you’re the kind of high i like,
the one i can’t get enough of,
you are my favorite flower.

and i’ll watch you lay on a blanket,
and wrap your arms to cuddle me in,
let our emotions ride the waves
feelings all so raw and real.

and i’ll inhale you deeply,
hold it in,
plant the seeds to grow a
garden of you.

your aroma, your scent,
it thickens in my memories,
my lungs tastes of you.

and exhaling all that anxiety,
my mind has turned a switch
and all the noise i once drowned in
are muffled whispers going into silence.

and i smile by the way
i’m addicted to you that
all i want is more of you,
i don’t want just the bouquet
but the paradise garden that is you.
on the spot writing so might tweak in the future but you get me as high as a kite
Is it about you or God,
Does your religion teach hate,
A bed of roses may not be your life,
But is was Jesus who wore the thorns of strife,
Don't judge but show love everyday,
God will sort us out on judgment day,
Live your life so when you die,
Nice things people say won't be a lie,
If you're going to be religious,
Instead of a nut be a fruit spiritually delicious,
It's good to talk the talk,
More pleasing to walk the walk,
If you keep your eyes on God above,
Then how can you not know love.
I fall short every day and God knows it. We often complain and we judge others but we have no right. It was Jesus who suffered and wore the thorns so that we might be saved and love one another without condemnation.
https://m.facebook.com/venjenciecliftonarnold
JΛM Jun 2020
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4UqMyldS7Q&list=PLbM5LMVZad0YmCXr99fAtAHetTUX2BWj8&index=2&t=0s
Diane K Pak Apr 2020
HIS NAME IS J RIGHT?
ALL I NOW I KNOW HE ALWAYS ON MY MIND
WISHING HE WAS MINE AND OH MY MY MY
NOW I KNOW HE MORE THAT A LOVE THAT RHYME
HIS VOICE IS SMOOTHER THAN WHAT MAKES WINE
KNOWING THAT HIS PIANO GROOVES ME MAKES MOVES ME MORE THAN THE HOURS SO SOOTHE ME TO IT DROVE ME TO THE MOMENT THAT KEPT ME ALL OVER NIGHT LISTENING TO THE SKIES FALLING OVER ME IN THIS TIME.
love is about rapping until you can hear it out loud... lol
#j
Nely Jan 2020
J
There's things I never want to feel again. Not for them. Not for me. Not for no one. Not for no situation. There's things I never wanna see cause it'll be hot flashes of what used to be. Things I used to do. The person I used to cater too. The person I used to be. The person whom I've shed. That ain't me. Thats dead. Those aren't my feelings. Those aren't real. They're not real. I've healed. I've healed. They were. Believe me they were. But not no more. Those feelings don't belong to me, they don't right? Not more, no sir. The one with untended emotional wounds and unmet needs. The one you never tended, prioriorites you didn't feed. They don't belong with the new me. With the new year. With the new skin. They belong with the broken. The old me with kinks, swollen bottom lip. The teary eyed, the big brat. With the small hands that fit perfectly into yours. That's the old me with the old you. May they rest in peace. But they keep me up on nights like this, tell em please stop calling me. Please ** stop calling me.
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