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Angels —
Heavenly creatures;
I have oft thought of them
As far off, mystical beings with porcelain features,

But, are they in fact here amongst the living?
Daily? Hourly? Even in this minute?

Or are they only present
In the presence of those who are dying,
As a gift from the Alpha and Omega —
Reminding us He’ll bring us home, dancing and not crying?!

What if we could see them angels?
What if we could feel them, sense them
Be vessels of their love.
Surrounding people in pain, grief and disdain, holding them close like a hem
Holds the loose strands of life —

What if we could be the angels —
To each other, loving without demands,
Reminding people of where they came from —
Whom they come from and where their DNA strands
Will return —

To the Angels around me now,
Thank you for your love,
Thank you for your purpose
And thank you that you hold the ones in need, like the precious wings of a dove.
If you realise that birth is just
scratches on paper, and fewer
lines scratched on stone.

When you pass. Reflect that your
epilogue of living a meaningfulness
life to its fullest.

Than just a few words
on stone.. R.I.P
Ylzm Aug 16
Why is life measured in years and not living?
Long years and truly life, uncorrelated
Age and wealth, mere numbers, not significance
Whereas transcendence and becoming is

The old was yesterday, the new reborn daily
More than the sum of all you were, and more
Every day a new world, walked with new eyes
With ancient soul, and even more ancient spirit

Seeing from the end to the beginning, and beyond
Insatiable but there is yet sleep, and tomorrow
Today, a life fully lived, and ancient evermore aged
Eternal life beckons, and tomorrow We walk, again

And We walk not alone, but as One
The unseen truly real not that seen
GS Aug 11
Rise and fall.
Every word is like a thorn,
wounding and tearing me apart.
Like a knife scraping against skin.
The past, left in memory,
leaves my wounds bleeding.

I was lost in dreams of the future.
Now, everything is mixed up with the past,
and the colours of nostalgia warm my heart.
The regrets that come with them
feel almost justified.

I am neither Sartre nor Proust,
but I carry a part of Camus within me -
a strength that gets me through the tough times.
It gives me the will to change my fate.
And if we must give up hope,
For me, hope goes hand in hand with faith.
i am a piece of broken glass lost at sea,
i am sharp; quick; clean; unforeseen
i am slowly ground down into the sand—
softer and softer i go in its hand
i drift slowly nearer to the humans' humble abode
until i wash ashore uncovered, i groan,
i am stuck in the land of the living
sea glass is nothing more than what humans are giving,
i am a piece of sea glass in his collection
when he found me? i have no recollection
he is me and i am him,
people have no clue that he is my victim.
i feel a deep pull in my chest when i think too hard about the sea. its deep, unknown bottom, its darkness. the sea is a good metaphor for the world.
Kano.
Your name means promise.
And tonight, under this sky,
your mother makes one.
I vow that we will live.

We will not trade our days for dust.
We will not bow to a world
that forgets the taste of rain
or the voice of the wind.

We will feel the grass between our toes,
and let the earth’s heartbeat guide our own.
We will plant food with our hands
and eat it warm from the sun.
We will drink water that remembers
its journey through stone and root.

We will wear our hair as it grows from our souls,
no mask, no shame, no weight that isn’t ours.
We will dance to music that shakes our bones,
and laugh until the stars lean in to listen.

We will love so fiercely
that no shadow can survive in its light.
Kano, I vow to raise you in truth,
that you are enough,
not because of what you earn,
but because you are.

I vow that when you look at the world,
you will see beauty first,
and when you see pain,
you will answer with kindness and courage.

And when our time here is done,
we will leave with hearts full,
hands warm from holding each other,
and the joy of knowing
we kept our vow.
We lived. We relied on each other🤍
We relied on each other. We lived.
Kyle Jul 26
Hard rocks
Below my feet.
A songbird sings.
I start to weep.

A steaming teapot
Sat on the wall.
A cool breeze.
I start to bawl.

A lonely leaf
kisses the lake.
The branch softens.
It does not break.

A moss-coated doorframe
Water dripping down.
A splash on my forehead
Lifts up my frown.

Moonlight in the panes
Sharp like a dagger.
Cuts through thought.
My mind starts to stagger.

A hand-woven pillow
my head it shall meet.
The owl sings.
My soul falls asleep.
maaring Jul 22
What do you tell someone who told you They want to die. How do you make them feel better, when all they have given you is love and hope. But you have nothing in return

When you want them to stay but they trusted you enough to tell you how they feel alone, but you cant help but think “were they not happy in those memories?” “have they always felt alone?”  “can i stop it?”

“For how long”

“Will they actually do it?”

Do you sleep after someone tells you that?

What if their all you have

What if their the reason you live?

Then what?

What do you do, when they say they love you, but mention the last time they'll ever lay eyes on you

What do you do

When you love someone so much you can’t even fathom not having them in your life

Just to find out they want out.

into a place where you aren’t there.

A place where you no longer know them

What do you when you love someone.

And all you can do is cry for them because you know you can’t help how they feel

When you want to be there for them no matter what

But this time you can’t/

Because they don’t even want to be a part of life

How do you tell them life is worth living but really, if it was worth it why would they feel that way to begin with.

How do you tell someone you want in your life so bad,  to stay in a place that hurts.

Knowing that if they ever left your side permanently you would  cry and cry and cry until oxygen was no more

When you, yourself were willing to die for them.

What do you do when you love someone that much

When they laugh you laugh with them because it fills you

When you see them, life gets better

What happens when you need them more than anything

What do you do when you love them more than you love yourself

And knowing their gone is worse than failing at everything you do

What do you do when you have a best friend

Who no longer wants to live.
The person i love the most told me she was "over' living.
Marwan Baytie Jul 18
He:
You're asking me why I'm silent?
I don't know... maybe because there's nothing left worth talking about.
We've started living from a lack of death, not from a desire to live.

She:
It's as if we're waiting for something to end us...
But even the ending keeps getting delayed, and the scene gets longer.

He:
Do you remember how we used to feel the pain? How we used to scream and find relief?
Now even the pain has become cold... as if we're forbidden from enjoying it.

She:
Not even crying over it.
We've started to stifle the pain, stifle the scream, and stifle life...
But we don't die.

He:
It's harder than death... to keep living, while nothing in your lives.
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