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The mountain calls to me, demands my presence, I meet its gaze.

Me: What do you want from me?

Mountain: I want you to climb to the peak

Me: I can’t bring anyone else with me

Mountain: I do not ask of you to bring anyone else, in fact, you should leave them behind, now climb me

Me: No, I can’t just do that

Mountain: Whether you listen to them or listen to me, makes no difference but I know you, and you want to climb, with no safe pathway down, no net to hold you, you want to see from this height and this height alone

Me: What if I want off?

Mountain: Then jump, but know the ground awaits you, you are never free

I stand in its shadow.
showyoulove Dec 14
Be silent. Listen. Breathe. Easy enough to say, but much harder to put into practice. Sometimes I talk to fill a void. I talk to avoid having to feel the weight of silence like judgement, so I don't have to go down deep and see what actually lives there. Help me deal with my emotions, help me feel my emotions, especially those that are uncomfortable or unnatural to me. Be silent. Listen. Breathe. Maybe the hurts and sadness, the hungers and scars deserve to be recognized for what they are. They are part of life. The help me know and feel I am alive. They help me remember and be more grateful for the many wonderful blessings I have in my life. There is a time for talking, but now it is time To Be Silent. To Listen. To Breathe.
showyoulove Dec 14
Listen to the Lord in the silence of your heart
Be still and know that He is God and King
The Author Creator Sustainer of Everything
Be filled with His presence in every breath you take
Know that He is with you in every choice you make
To know Him is to love Him to love Him is to see the light
To listen to Him is to hear the words of everlasting life
May the peace of the Lord shine upon your face
And may you walk forever in the light of His grace

Amen
Maria Etre Dec 11
Listen,
poems read
differently
when you're close to the poet

Listen,
run your hands
across my pages
caress the dents
feel the depth in some
and the lightness in others

Listen,
come closer
place your ear
on my papers
listen to the waltz
my pencils do
with every
stride, every curve
Full poem here: https://indiedoodles.wordpress.com/2024/12/11/how-well-do-you-know-a-poet/
AWURAA Dec 2
I'll go first,

Growing up, there was a huge emphasis on marriage in my community.
Everything I watched was about love,  lust and relationships, this was all I consumed.

Later on in life,  I began to crave affection and attention from many if not always the males in my life.

This lead me into a spiral of thinking that every male I had an interaction with was going to be my husband.

We listen and we don't judge...
Can we create a chain?
Izzy Nov 21
Sentences started but never finished
Words thought but never spoken
I try to talk to you and it’s never heard
Unless something so absurd is spoken and maybe your laughter follows but only if you’ve chosen to listened.
See, I used to feel heard and seen
Somehow I’ve fallen between, the cracks in our foundation
I hold on to what we did have before everything we have now
Without everything we have now we’d be nothing
A child who’s so fixated on his toys, do you see me? We’ve fallen into a void and it’s hard to escape this feeling..

I used to feel seen and loved sometimes smothered. Now it’s cold and untouched like we peaked then dipped to nothing
I want to love you but something won’t let me, I want to immerse myself in you but I don’t want to. You don’t match me, you don’t see me. You don’t listen.

I could tell you every slight detail in who you are, where you’ve been and how you got there
But when I look at you I feel the coldest stare, like you used to love me but now it’s not there. Fair? Unfair? Rare.
It’s rare that you listen, it’s rare that two people could fall hopelessly in love and fall out of it just as quickly.
But now we’re stuck. Bound together, till death do us part, without the vows the gown and the second name. Bound by her and all that she is.
We wouldn’t change our course but would we really choose us given the choice?

I’ll keep trying, when inside my mind is dying, no challenging conversations or thought provoking statements.. just your stories on repeat like a broken record, my heart listening to every sound and slowly shutting down. Like I’ve run out of love for you and everything that makes you, you. Because it’s all about you.

Does my intelligence intimidate you, are my memories of no interest? Do I bore you? Nights I’ve spent with others, talking the hind legs off a donkey, laughing turning to tears, discussing hopes, dreams and fears. Talking, learning, sharing but you’re just done caring.

Because when I talk, you don’t listen.
First time writing
Atlas Moth Nov 8
I am no poet
For I don't understand
the way people format
or the way people write

I am no poet
For I can't ever find the correct
phrases and words or
why I have to sound
d e e p and meaningful

For I am no poet.
But I do like to put my thoughts down,
no matter how weird or unimportant
Always want to be heard but sometimes
I'm too quiet, can't be heard or I say something, some word wrong

I am no poet
I hate rhythm and rhymes
I just want someone to
l i s t e n
I write terrible poetry but I like the idea of sparking something
showyoulove Nov 1
Can you feel him passing by?
Can you feel his presence near?
Can you hear the rustle of his garments
As the quiet wind is stirred?

It is Jesus just as he is passing by

Does the world watch in silent wonder
As the mountains quake with thunder?
The storms and waters bellow and roar
Upon the old familiar Galilee's shore

Hush now for Jesus is passing by

Little ones laugh for sheer delight
And dance upon little feet so light
Come and listen; now gather round
There is room for all the lost and found

Listen to Jesus as He is passing by

As we seek Him and as we long
In our great weakness, He is strong
He finds us where we are
And calls us deeper far
Than we have ever been before
It only takes one open door

Invite Him in as Jesus is passing by

Just to see Jesus just as He is passing by
Lives are changed and grown men cry
All the Saints in Heaven with one voice
Say "Jesus is passing by! Rejoice!"

So let us too, in our daily living,
Love more perfectly, be more forgiving
Could the light of Jesus shine in me
So others might say what they see:

"Is that Jesus just as He is passing by?"
showyoulove Oct 25
Listen to the world around you
Take in all that it has to offer
Tune out the distractions of life
Tune in to the love of God in creation
Listen to the song of life and love
Feel the Spirit move in the air
And for a moment just be present, aware
There is more to this life we are living
We can be giving, we can be forgiving
We can find peace and joy when we stop
Or even if we just start to slow down
We are chasing after shadows
Insubstantial projections of what is really real
If you're not careful, your soul they will steal
So listen and let the Spirit surround you
So listen and let the love of God enfold you
So listen and let peace pervade you
So Listen
Kai Oct 22
I speak
Within a squeak
With others around me
So they can hear me
But they do not
Like, they forgot
That I existed
Like, I never coexisted
With them
Like, I'm speaking to a wall
If you're tired of me
Then just say that to me
I'll manage to change myself
Just so I can feel good about myself
Just for you,
Anything for you.
I'm so tired of being ignored and just listening to others. It's so tiring. I just want to isolate myself and take a break from everything. It makes me want to take a break from life forever.
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