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Now I enjoy all phases of the moon
The curvy crescent just waiting for someone to go sit up there
The healthy half moon , just looking for its twin to feel complete
But the full moon is my favorite , almost like a spiritual emblem to my persona
The full moon is enlightening and I can talk to it like one of my angels
But when it goes new , it goes quiet , vanishing, leaving me wandering
And then pops back up at the perfect time to keep me guided and hopeful
I have to say it’s probably one of my most loyal friends ..
Like friends , the full moon comes and goes. But like good friends, it stays loyal.
Daniel H Shulman Aug 2018
Quieted by my solitude,
Serene in my tornadic thoughts,
Alone this peaceful interlude,
Escaping feelings overwrought.

Immune to chaos and torment,
My heart is in the typhoon’s eye.
Though burned I’ve felt my pain relent,
Your love for me’s the reason why.

Anguish my one and only friend,
Loneliness meant desperation,
And I could never comprehend,
Feeling loved in isolation.

I thank you for the thought of you.
It’s the most present thing I’ve known.
This is what makes a soulmate true—
You’re here even when I’m alone.
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Sarah Lane Jun 2018
You will find me here
Where I've curled up to hide
You will find me here
I'm waiting to be found
You will find me here
And ****** my hair aside
You will find me here
To share my tears with me
You will find me here
Staying until they're dry
You will find me here
Then lift my head again
You will find me here
So suddenly I'll see
You will find me here
It's your presence that I need
Lu Feb 2018
Imagine with me...
Trapped and scared, head pounding.
Darkness all around us,
Loud noise, all resounding.

The familiar ache inside your chest,
Killing you from inside, burning hot.
Spreading like the wildfire,
Nothing will shake it, seconds left you've got.

Can you hear them above the roar?
Or are you stuck inside your head again?
Open your eyes, little one,
Look through the dark clouds, but what then?

Do you feel the rain beat against your face,
Do you feel anything but pain?
We're caught, you see, caught in the in-between,
Are you alive, little one? Are you still sane?

These nights you lay awake,
I'm right there with you.
I know how much you fear what's hiding in the dark,
But I face them too.

Wrong side of Heaven,
Righteous side of ****.
We don't belong anywhere,
But don't worry, I'll never tell.
RazanSidErani Jun 2017
I am of an unpopular opinion
that if you have yourself, my dear
you are never alone.
Ma Cherie Aug 2016
My Father: I Never Promised You a Rose Garden!
My Mother: Well I Never expected a thorn bush either!

I always thought it was quite funny
I remember this on sunny days
when my parents were driving my Father would ask my Mother if anything was coming from the other direction and he'd say:
"Is it okay George?
And my mother would say:
"Okay, Hit it Henry!!!"...I still have no real idea why...I remember and I sigh...
as a twinge of sadness comes sneaking in.

There were certain people that my Father did not care for and he would say they were snobs ..."****** intellectuals"... as a child I got confused by that but now it makes perfect sense....it was said without pretense.
I had to figure it out.

Without a doubt...
I have many fond memories of my family...especially my Dad, who really sacrificed more than anyone I've ever known
who sowed every seed he'd ever sewn
Raised 4 kids till they were grown
all the fading memories that I blindly used to perceive as bad...
have now melted into the Beautiful
They are now the things that endear me to them... as I remember...they make me smile for a little while.

My Father has passed now some five years... was born a simple man of simple means...
times for him or more than just a little lean
Shoes three sizes way to big
stuffed toes with old newspapers
a dresser drawer....fashioned Sisters crib
He was a Phoenix rising from those ashes
And he was never out of fashion...
a Master Carpenter... a builder of my dreams...
raising beams
dressed in denim bib overalls and a white T-shirt...a red, white and black bandana in his pocket to wipe his sweating brow

And now....ever since the day he died
I have tried...but my Mother and I now have this distant love
so I know he's still guiding me, and us from far above
I never would have made it this far
way too many scars...
It's a strange feeling to feel so very alone
feel like I have no real home
in the world...
I am a caretaker of an apartment....

I feel he would have done
anything for me  
he would never let me see...
such awful things
and be
down in such lonesome places
with strangers, such unfamilar faces
Or so I used to think

I've been at the very brink
Now I understand he wanted me to know
to struggle for my life and so I would grow
as even a thornbush would...
It taught me to be humble even when I couldn't walk
to listen and not to talk
even though I have my children, my progeny...
If sometimes I still can feel so very alone...
so no matter where my Gypsy heart roams
I carry those memories with me they are my church in the day...and in the night
I remember his final words
and I know.... it'll be alright
He taught me how to fight
and I am fighting beside him now...

I am carrying out his final wishes
I cook them in my famous dishes
My Father absolutely enjoyed the sharing of food...
Always was in the mood for something delicious...
So I sprinkle
them with his way
the things he'd often say
with his stoic compassion,
an understanding heart, so kind
I try to share his brilliant mind...
I am thankful that he wanted me and made certain I was here
His memory to me so dear...
with him I have no fear
Thank you Father
Thank you Daddy...
Love you Ma Cherie....

Cherie Nolan © 2016
I remember this banter between my parents and thought it was funny. Then I started reading this and it made me feel sad but it's all good it's all part of the process. :)
jane taylor May 2016
all seemed chaos
incoherence and seeming defeat

it was as if in crucifixion i walked
but for awhile

resistance commenced corroding
to surrender

in quiet then the gift appeared
more majestic than i possibly could have imagined

oh god you were there all along
and i never journeyed alone

and lo, but with acceptance of this truth
all was revealed

©2016janetaylor
Kenny Whiting Apr 2016
Where is My God in times of need,
   when sorrows feel the worst?
Where is He when despair hits home,
   when broken hearts so hurt?

Where is He when I've fallen down,
   and stumbled once again?
Where is He when in darkness now,
   I feel I've reached the end?

Where is He when the storms now rage,
   and lightning crashes 'round?
Where is He when the Devil wins,
   and Satan  has me bound?

Where is He when I need Him most,
   those times amassed with fear?
To answer every one of these,
   just look, He's been right there!

Just take the time to look around,
   He's been right by your side;
He'll hold you close to comfort you,
   you'll NEVER be denied!

He's waiting there with arms outstretched,
   He's listening for your call;
It's up to you to turn to Him,
   at any time you fall!

You'll see if resting in His Arms,
   He answers every prayer;
You'll never feel alone again,
   you'll know He's ALWAYS there!!
Racheal McKnight Feb 2016
All I can do is sit here,
While you're in the operating room.
Thinking about our love,
Hoping you'll be out soon.

I have no idea why or how,
This happened has to you.
Why your appendix chose now,
I haven't got a clue.

Just know that I am waiting here,
In this waiting room,
Waiting for you to be safe and well,
To bring you back home soon.

I hope you know that we are bound,
By an unbreakable force.
I will be by your side through this,
To help you get back on your horse.

I stayed with you here overnight,
And I will not leave you now.
You will never be alone in pain,
Do you know how?

I will never leave your side,
Even if it means death or life.
I want you to know that I love you,
And I will help you overcome your strife :-)
I wrote this about my fiance who went in for an emergency appendectomy last night. I wrote this for him for when he got out of the operating room. I told him I would never leave his side and this was my way of showing him.
So how are you holding up?
The decaying chatter by the coffee shop,
The fragile fleshy décor dolls,
The long forgotten scented lull,

So how are you holding up?
The bloke who learned to gulp,
The tears that grew, unborn,
That well perfected summer shawl,

So how are you holding up?
The wrinkled abandoned love,
The ears that await son’s hum,
Across oceans, across heavenly calms,

So how are you holding up?
The flickering light on the street across,
The lad who learnt to scream and dub,
A much too much needed undone?

So how are you holding up?
The ones too tough to glide and quake,
Broken seraphim’s cradled heartache ,
Fettered beings unheard,unquestioned!

So how are you holding up?
Glistening eyes keeping this song,
Vanquished warriors done and undone,
Slain and reborn by dawn,

So how are u holding up?
Thought I'd ask to me and us,
Woe, worry, atrocious treachery,
Condemned, entwined are we not?

So how are you holding up?
Thought I'd share in the red huff,
Thought I'd comfort, care and surrender,
If we are all alone, are we not together?
Saw a pair of mascara smeared eyes in the train today, my best friend half choking and facetiming me, then I realised there is doom and despair in every corner and this was born
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