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Jammit Janet Jun 2022
Melting into the warmth that is you,
Melting into the dream that came true.
Jammit Janet Jun 2022
I am in understanding
That I have no control
Over all the thoughts, sensations, and feelings
That I experience
At any given time
I accept this fact
To give me power
Over my reaction
To enable my ability to reply.
Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 2022
Wayward thoughts, I think far ahead of myself. Stuck in my ways of a procrastinating thought, at least in the times I donโ€™t know what to do.
Seems like thereโ€™s a lot of pressure nowadays. Alas with my careless
ways; of not caring at all for myself. Involved in the opinions of others, likely more than I listen to facts.

Sigh! Every piece I write feels like a sorrowful love letter to my past
self. That child would never sleep peacefully; knowing what future he
has to wake up to. But I need that younger me to keep on dreaming, for me to have something to believe in, (to hope in ) at these critical
moments.

But what about the future self? Do I even have the strength to bite on
my nerves; to remind him of current events? Writing in a diary Iโ€™ll
forget about in the coming years. Whether he becomes a success or
not, how long do I have to wait for the answer?

Longer than the patience I hold in my hands. Time fades away like a pair of jeans, worn out by the wearing anxiety of life. A button missing, with the threads sticking out. I've stuck out plenty, but few of the times that put me at an advantage. Foreign are my lips; by a tongue speaking blessings, that it feels like an unfamiliar language.

The pain never ends, but moves onto another. To change face, but still the first face you'll see in the morning. So perhaps the only thing I'll say to my past, and future self is, "I'm sorry"
๐™ธ๐š ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—'๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š ?
๐™ธ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š ๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šข?

๐™ฝ๐š˜ ๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ,
๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐šœ๐šž๐š—๐š—๐šข?
๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š‹๐š˜๐š ?

๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ
๐š˜๐š› ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘?
๐™ด๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š’๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ.

๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ,
๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š•๐š’๐šŽ.
๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ.
๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š›๐šข ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐šข ๐š˜๐š—.
๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š•๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐šข,
๐š ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š—' ๐š’๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š
๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š.
๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•.

๐š‚๐š๐šž๐šŒ๐š” ๐š˜๐š— ๐š›๐šŽ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š!
๐™ป๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š*๐™ฒ๐™บ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•?

๐šƒ๐š’๐š–๐šŽ,
๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—,
๐š†๐šŽ ๐š๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ.
๐™ต๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ; ๐š—๐šž๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ
๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•.
๐™พ๐š› ๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐šŠ ๐šŸ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐š–๐š™๐š๐šข ๐šœ๐š™๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ..
๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š’๐š?

๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š›๐š’๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š ๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š—๐š.
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š๐š‘๐šข?
๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ.
๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š–๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š.

๐™ป๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š.
๐š‚๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š
๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š—
๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘.
Don't spend the rest of your future looking behind your shoulders. Conscious living.

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ShininGale Apr 2022
๐™ธ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šž๐š— ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š .
๐™ธ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š .
๐™ธ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š›๐šœ.
๐™ป๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š.

๐™ฒ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š–๐šข ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐™ธย ย ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š— ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š.
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šž๐šข๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐šก๐š’๐šŒ ๐šœ๐šž๐š‹๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐šข ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข.
๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š™๐š๐š’๐š–๐š’๐šœ๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š‘๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐šŒ, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š– ๐™ธ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š™๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ.

๐™ธ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š—๐š˜๐š .
๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™ ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š .
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"ang hirap **** umintindi" said by those who can't understand a single thing. Justifying how sensible they're and how stupid I am, how they rant all they want and when you retaliate they become silent and suddenly firing the gunpoint at you. How funny, what a joke... We the whole circus.

My apologies to those who might read this, but let it be for now... This is the only place aside from God I can be true to. Don't get me wrong I love God and He's truly living in my life, to Him I give thanks because all the hardship is bearable. In the end of the day I am joyful, it's a different kind of happiness that's why I thank God! I still see the world beautiful and humanity worthy of change. I am just simple creating ways that will remind me how badly I want all things to change and be better.

By His grace, I am saved and my future is good.
I KNOW I AM FINE.
I stand here at the doors of a strange land
Being bid farewell by the parting band
Behind me the bridge burnt by me
I seek the keys to my destiny

I look at the rubble called past
Ahead apprehension and opportunities are cast
Failure, hurt and envy are pitted
Against the edifice I hope to build
Eyithen Apr 2022
I love the person I've become/but I hate the person I had to be to get to her/ I wouldn't write the younger years out/for fear of who that would shape her to be today/that is you would find a completely different person/still bathing in lukewarm water/or lost at sea in a turbulent trapped mind/unaware/and yet I wish I could pick and choose/to remove those images, those words, the fighting/not all the bad/but the biggest of these./Who would she be?
Do you ever wish you prevent certain things from happening? Who would you be now? For better or worse?
Growly Wolfus Apr 2022
A parcel of life
wrapped in a red bow
lifted by the good
and left in our hands
how do you handle
the unwieldy gift?
And is it to be
opened where you stand?

Miracles will come
most unexpected
always unknown and
loved in their splendor
So how should i feel
when you hand me this?
A bouquet for one
naming me center
of your world
Io Apr 2022
you shifted constantly
your form became that of a million bodies
and so, from everyone I saw,
I felt you staring back at me

we locked eyes

(I find your pupils in the eye of a storm)
(swirling in clouds of every colour)
(I remember you from before)
(I remember you in my dreams)
((I see you standing on a cliff))
((your silhouette drowning in an ocean of grey))
(((Itโ€™s raining)))
(((The Ocean is alive,)))
((((itโ€™s speaking to you,))))
(((((but I can only hear the crashing,)))))
((((((crashing of the waves))))))

you closed your eyes
I looked away
but still I wonder...
if youโ€™d drift away
too...
a glimpse into the fortress of your eyes
the black door at the centre of the crater ridden moon
whose wrought iron frame hid a mind so beautiful
I didnโ€™t know you hid a mind so beautiful
I didnโ€™t know...
itโ€™s okay, mistakes happen
Rama Krsna Mar 2022
๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™
at the confluence
where the rivers
of the past and future merge,
there
in that tranquil present,
time and i cease to exist.

dissolved like sugar in water,
to be one with
that crescent bearing jewel
whoโ€™s ever pure like white jasmine
๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒ™

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