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B C Steffan Apr 24
“stranger”
that’s a curious word
new people
aren’t really strange
they sparkle
unblemished by memory

soon enough
a faint falter
a clink in the armor
A speck of brown in
your ocean blue eyes

slowly at first
the cracks began to grow
rust rose to the surface
like the way age paints the sea

there was no breaking moment
just gentle tapping
once pristine edges
smooth from rust

before me
no longer was
a shiny person
uncovered was
a beautiful rusty person
I'm tired,
But that's not everything,
I'm out of body,
Often with my soul wandering,
Watching over things and righting the displaced,
A fragment of what it should be,
So don't worry,
I'm tired too.
Time is an ocean that is free to move upon its own tide
The coming and the going always aligned
Truth without knowing
Reflecting endless skies
—Timothy Charles Carter
Trinkets Jan 25
a solid basis of conflict
between generations
is the blame game thinking
“if only, then”
meant only to distract
from the hopelessness of knowing
“not now either”
redberry Jan 15
I always wondered why it seemed so difficult to love me. People come and go and come back again. They would feel loved, appreciated, cared for and gained wisdom from. In some shape or form, I have always been a stepping stone for people. This isn't my perception, but I have been told so. At first, I couldn't love myself either. How could I?

Along the way, I learned to love myself. If not me then who ever will. I went on with life believing I am not to be loved but to love and give. To be and to give. To give and give. I was okay with that, still am, but a part of me aches for a what if. I wish to be loved. I wish to be enough and I wish I was worth staying and fighting for. To not be someone who is only valued after I have given all of me and abandoned. I wish someone didn't have to leave me to see me.

Time after time, I have to be okay with someone walking away. It's not their fault. It just wasn't meant to be. But it can still hurt. Can't it? I am allowed to grieve...aren't I? But I'm also tired of grieving...years on end.

While I don't regret the people I let walk into my life, and I can still look back and find happiness. I'm also growing older and am a little worn out now. I want to rest. I want someone to either leave me alone to begin with or stay with me and mean it.

When I think of my future, alone but with the life I've always dreamt of. I feel content, I feel okay and happy. I am at peace. Having someone beside me, is simply a bonus. But at times, I do question what the universe has in store for me. Will I ever know if I am meant to be loved in this lifetime?
Melanie Feb 25
I look at the time
over and over
is it better or worse to know?
to give myself more time?
or am I just drawing out
the bitter, inevitable end
You          
Want                
To                      
Know                        
Me                                
­Well no you don't you just want to know how it's like to know me
Practice                    
leaving                    
everything              
alone                        
somberly                  
eventually                
Then you'll know what it is like to be me to be an idea and not real.
louella Nov 2024
when the wind whistles through,
poking, prodding,
doesn't even see
every minor infraction, even after plentiful inspection
in that it has touched me more than anyone,
has known which direction it would blow my hair
in that in no time has it made assumptions
nor presumed
only moved
about with a firm motion.
that just the other day, anger had gotten the best of me,
wishing the wind would stop reminding me of my existence
in that the bitter cold reminded me of every thought
that had been digging at the surface of my skin
and the wind did not know that i had not wanted
to be understood
in that moment.

i desired to be misunderstood,
a presence as unkempt,
as thoughtless, yet tender,
yet warm,
yet violent,
yet soft,
being able to know
the depth of someone's skin—their hair that stands on edge,
each scar and all its painful attachment,
each memory they've kept hidden,
that for some reason stay dancing on top;
and i stayed dancing
as the wind whistled
and
told me of my reasons
and didn't laugh
at a single one.
wrote this at a poetry meeting and someone told me it was good. i feel good about it because it came out of a spit of consciousness.

written: 11/20/24
published: 11/22/24
showyoulove Nov 2024
Help me love you Lord
More deeply than before
Help me trust you
No matter what life has in store
Help me see you
In the way that you see me
Help me Lord, to act
Like I have been set free
Help me separate
What is lie and what is fact
Let my words build up and create
Giving hope to a world that's diseased
Strength to the weak and love to all
Praying always and down on my knees
Help me be silent
So, I will hear the call
Help me Lord to always be brave
In the knowledge you are mighty to save
I want to know you
More personally and intimately
Even if it takes all eternity
I want to meet you here
And search harder, dig deeper
What lies inside the heart of a seeker
Take me into the holy of holies
Pull me closer and take me deeper
Deeper than I've ever been before
I am aware of my faults and failings
Aware of the cracks and imperfections
But I am also aware
Of your mercy and grace
And in the presence of your love
All my fears have been erased
I can say with blessed assurance
I understand the Lord my God
More deeply than before
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