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ShininGale Nov 4
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€π‘  π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’.
𝐡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 π‘Žπ‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘œπ‘“ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘ π‘œ 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑒𝑦𝑒.
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘™π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘Žπ‘¦, 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘€π‘Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘”?
𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œ? π‘œπ‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑒π‘₯π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘ π‘’π‘žπ‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔?

𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒'𝑠 β„Žπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑙 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘ 

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘¦π‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑑 π‘€π‘–π‘›π‘˜π‘’π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑓𝑙𝑒π‘₯𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑑𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘šπ‘.
π‘›π‘œπ‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘Ž π‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘šπ‘–π‘™π‘’π‘‘ π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘Ž π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘›.
𝐼 π‘“π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘Ž π‘—π‘œπ‘˜π‘’, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘π‘œπ‘˜π‘’π‘‘...
π‘“π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’, π‘›π‘œ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Žπ‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘’, π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘”.

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘  π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘Ž π‘šπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘Ÿ...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑠 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘™π‘¦ 𝑏𝑒 β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘... 𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’...
π‘‡π‘œ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘œπ‘›π‘’ 𝐼 π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘šπ‘¦ 𝒢𝓁𝓉ℯ𝓇 β„―β„Šβ„΄.
𝐼𝑑 𝑖𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑀𝑒 π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘›π‘œπ‘€ 𝐺𝑂.
𝙸 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšπš‘πš’πšœ πšπš›πš’πšŽπš—πš πš πš‘o 𝙸 πšŒπšŠπš— πšπš›πšžπš•πš’ πšŒπšŠπš•πš• πš–πš’ πšŠπš•πšπšŽπš› 𝚎𝚐𝚘, 𝚊 πš‹πšŽπš’πš—πš πšπš‘πšŠπš πšœπšŽπšŽπš–πšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘 πšπš’πšπšπšŽπš›, πšŠπš—πš πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπš˜πš—πšŽ 𝙸 πšŒπšŠπš— πšŒπš˜πš—πšπš’πšπšŽπš—πšπš•πš’ πš‹πšŽ πš›πšŽπšŠπš• πš πš’πšπš‘. πš†πšŽ πšŠπš›πšŽ πšœπšπš’πš•πš• πš’πš— 𝚊 πš™πš›πš˜πšŒπšŽπšœπšœ πš‹πšžπš 𝙸 πšŒπšŠπš— 𝚜𝚊𝚒 πšπš‘πšŠπš πš•πšžπšŒπš” πšœπšŽπšŽπš–πšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš•πšŽπšœπšœπš’πš—πš πš πš‘πšŽπš— πš’πš πšŒπš˜πš–πšŽπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŽπš›, 𝙸 πš”πš—πšŽπš  πšπš‘πšŠπš πš‘πšŽ 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 πš–πšŽ πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš‹πšŽπšπšπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŠπš— πš–πš˜πš—πšŽπš’ πšŠπš—πš πšπš›πšŽπšŠπšπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŠπš— πšπš˜πš•πš. 𝙰 πšπš’πšŠπš–πš˜πš—πš πšπš‘πšŠπš 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 πšπš’πš›πš– πšŠπš—πš πšœπšπš›πš˜πš—πš πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš’πš—πš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πš‹πš’ πš–πš’πš—πš’πš—πš 𝙸 πš–πšŽπšŠπš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš’πš›πšŒπšžπš–πšœπšπšŠπš—πšŒπšŽπšœ πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŠπš›πšπšœπš‘πš’πš™ 𝚘𝚏 πš‹πšŽπš’πš—πš πšŠπš•πš’πšŸπšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš•πš’πšŸπš’πš—πš πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πš πš πš’πšπš‘ πš–πšŽ. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πš πš‘πš˜ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŠπš›πšŽ πšŠπš—πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš”πš—πš˜πš  𝙸 πš–πš’πšπš‘πš πš‘πšŠπšœπšπšŠπš πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπšπš‘πš’πš—πš πšŠπšπšŠπš’πš—, πšŒπš˜πš—πšπš›πšŠπšπšžπš•πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœ πš’πš— πšπšŠπš’πš—πš’πš—πš 200+ πšŸπš’πšŽπš πšœ πš˜πš— πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš™πš˜πšŽπšπš›πš’, 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπšŽπšœπšŽπš›πšŸπšŽ πšŠπš•πš• πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πš˜πšπš—πšŽπšœπšœ πšŠπš—πš πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš’πš— πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πš˜πš›πš•πš. π™½πš˜ πš—πšŽπšŽπš 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒 πšπš‘πšŠπš—πš” 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš‹πšŽπšŒπšŠπšžπšœπšŽ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš”πš—πš˜πš  πšŠπš—πš πšˆπ™Ύπš„ πš‚π™·π™Ύπš„π™»π™³ΰ² _ΰ²  π™Ίπ™½π™Ύπš†! π™·πš˜πš  πšπš›πšŠπšπšŽπšπšžπš• 𝙸 πšŠπš– 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πšœπšŽπšŒπš˜πš—πš. 𝚈𝚘𝚠 πšœπšžπšπšŠπš› πš™πš•πšžπš–πš™, πš‘πš˜πš•πš πš˜πš—! πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšŽπšŽπšπš˜πš– πš’πšœ πš˜πš— πš’πšπšœ 𝚠𝚊𝚒.
MB Fleetwood Oct 12
My inner child pounds at the door,
it begs to roam free on forest floor.
No iron river, no concrete mountain,
compares to a natural spring fountain.
Fields of green, take me home -
let my mind wander and roam;
let mud squeeze between my toes.
The joys only a child knows -
to day dream of magic and lore;
maybe find tiny green leaves of four.

Β© M.B. Fleetwood
This life we've all been gifted is far too precious to just go through the day-to-day routine of eat, sleep, and work. We often cage away our inner child and forget we are creatures of nature.

We are not separate from the environment - we are it.

So, find time to stand barefoot on the grass, to gaze up at the stars, SMELL THE ROSES, or to simply pause in appreciation and wonder in all that is around you. Remember to live! It's OK to let your inner child out every once in awhile!
I got no time for hate
it’s a heavy weight

I actually could,
but it’s no good

and even if I don’t like you
I still wish you great
everyone has their fate

I’m too busy living my life
too happy to be alive

so you can leave,
there is the door
’cause I’m too busy loving the ones
my heart beats for.

- gio, 10.04.2020
Eleanor Apr 10
I adore the colour blue

Not the pale blue of assumed gender

Or the gloomy blue of english  

Teachers; seen in poems everywhere.

It's a royal blue



But without the fakeness of an emperor’s purple.

It's heavy.

You could drown in this colour.

Or you could wear it really well.

It's rarely seen.

Though it can be found if you look hard enough;  

Seen in the gleam of sapphires.

The light on computer monitors

That one poster on the wall.

Sometimes I cannot picture the colours

Simply the feeling it gives me


Encompassing stability


The feeling of a home I've forgotten.

To me this colour is a happy one.

(so no, these blue curtains don’t mean I have depression)

One day

After the too bright sun has passed for a final time.

I will pass by,

But I will be happy

Because my heaven will be blue.
Kezz Apr 4
When my mind is full
I watch my thoughts
I realise crosses
are really the same as noughts.

I watch my breath
fill up space in my chest
and pacify my ego's need to protest.

Control is not a prerequisite
of a happy soul.
The same way your 'other half'
is not a prerequisite to your whole.

So once in a while let it all go
receive yourself,
the highs and lows.

Don't 'empty' your mind
in attempts to unbind
unwind, rewind, or realign
for how can you?
When you've no idea
what you've just declined.

So when your mind is full
and paints your heart grey,
become mindful of the fact
your thoughts make you that way.
I've recently started meditating.
Josiah Odunsi Mar 31
lowliness and loneliness.
yet still not lonely enough.
abiding myself in tranquility,
In harmonious loud silence.
the warmth of the sun embraces me and rests upon my shoulder
as we watch lost souls and the wind pass by,Β Β making trees caper to the tunes, the sweet sounds of birds singing to us in comfort
the blue sky listens and rests his back upon moving clouds, swaying side by side.
we’re never lonely.
Your spectrum of aura brings a lot to life and opens your third eye.

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β -onlytheinspiredsurvive{otis}
Vii HunniD Mar 3
My vivid thoughts got me feelin' like a narcissist,
I'm nothing like a senseless nihilist.
Compelled with false accusations I become an arsonist,
I'm stuck in the moment like a horologist,
My actions have me feelin' like a monotheist,
The gist is I'm a God crafted mere automaton.
Mere Automaton
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2019
No doubt

That day
You will be happy
When less is more

And it will be
All around
Genre: Observational
Theme: When i look back, happiness is the art
of offering and hoping nothing in return.
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2019
And like the night breeze
Her love comes quietly,Β patiently.
A breeze spoke softΒ between her lips
Softly rapping on my ears.
And like the calm of the breeze
I am at pleasant thought
Lost in ultimate stillness.
No matter the amount of noise from the rest of the world
Nothing could interrupt this peace of mind.
Her love the night breeze coming as a quiet hush
And I, ever so thankful for the amount of calm that follows.
The rest of the world slowly swallowed by peace
If for but a moment.
Everything makes sense.
Until that moment I never really noticed
How often this breeze would come.
Until that moment I never really noticed
that some nightsΒ this breezeΒ rarely comes
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2019
If anyone can't find
With open eyes

Tell them
To close

They will
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Acknowledge the inner bliss
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