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Caloris Feb 11
What is it that you seek?
It's neither great nor meek.
May lead you out of bounds and measure,
Yet yielding satisfying pleasure.
Anika Nelson Jan 28
don't change your dreams for monetary gain...
chase after your goals for true happiness,
not superficial satisfaction
when deciding your future...
Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
Can it love you like God loves you, with a love that is better than life?
Can it connect you to eternal beauty? Can it save you? Can it redeem you?
Can it lift you out of the miry pit? Can it make you clean enough to finally feel acceptable?

Can it delight your soul to the care? Can it take your breath away with its faithfulness to you?
Can it paint both sunrise and sunset across the sky to beckon your attention?
Can it cause the breeze to blow and gently caress your cheeks?
Can it send hummingbirds and wildflowers across your path to romance your heart?
Can it parade before you the starry host and call them each by name?

Can it probe you to the depths and fill you with itself?
Can it rush to your aid riding on the wings of the wind?
Can it satisfy your hunger and thirst with bountiful things?
Can it give to you feet like a deer that you might dance upon the heights?
Can it arrange every detail of your life to draw you and drive you to itself?
Can it pursue you with all the resources of the universe?
Can it know you through and through and still desire you?

Can it raise you up and seat you in the heavenly realms and bless you with every spiritual blessing?
Can it supply your every need out of its glorious riches?
Can its grace be sufficient for you and its mercy help you in your greatest temptation?
Can it pour overflowing comfort into you through all of your troubles?
Can it reach down to draw you out of deep waters?
Can it set you on an unshakable foundation?
Can it bound across the mountains to come to your rescue?
Can it make you lie down in green pastures and lead you beside still waters?
Can it walk with you through the darkest wilderness and never leave you or forsake you?
Can it carry you when you are weak or have fallen?
Can it let you rest between its shoulders when you are weary or burdened?

Can it escort you to heaven’s banqueting table and spread its banner of love over you?
Can it hide you in the shelter of its wing?
Can it be your daily portion and immerse you in the boundlessness of itself?
Can it clothe you in robes of righteousness and garments of salvation?
Can it give to you praise in exchange for mourning?
Can it bestow on you a crown of beauty for ashes?
Can it turn your wailing into dancing?
Can it flood you with peace like a river?
Can it fill your heart with joy in the worst of afflictions?
Can it know the way to lead you home?
Can it refine you in its fire and bring you forth as gold?
Can it capture you fully even as it sets you fully free?

Can it ever truly be your Everything?
~~~
Katie V-W Jan 15
Choosing the cliché,
My ego wants it;
          to be outlived
     beyond my genes
suffering for satisfaction.
Zywa Dec 2018
Enough is enough
We tie a bow around the old
year and share wishes

"don't think too much
of days to come
because your feet always will stand in the present"

with our neighbours
we are happy to be at home
where we live

nothing special beyond that
everything as usual
just good

enough
For Christel Huilmand and Benny Berson ( a year ago)

Collection "Summer birds"
Fọlá Dec 2018
You
I don’t want somebody like you.
An imitation, a copy.
A partial resemblance, or a general likeness.
A picture of charm, wit and/or kindness.

I don’t want someone as good.
I don’t want someone better.
I don’t want somebody like you.
I only want you.

I wasn’t looking for love,
Until I found you.
I never knew what it was,
Till the first time I saw you.

Happiness and joy,
Of this, now, my life is full.
I didn’t know it at first.
I just know, that I love you.
Lemonade Dec 2018
"What is an indulgence?"
"A crispy sun-dried towel after a nice warm bath."
The lazy soul replied.
slay Dec 2018
Since the **** when did i become so impulsive?
My thoughts are repulsive
I'm a sedentary sulker
I need instant gratification, need to lighten up my aura

Self indulgence is a Taurus, and
I'm a ***** for the chorus
Caught up in your orbit
Like the 6th key on an *****
The pitch of which, like the ***** of my organs,
Faking an ****** to release some endorphins

But that's not me...
I'd rather kick up my feet
One hand on the small of my back, the other feeding me treats

I put a Lindt truffle on my tongue and as it melted it tasted like you,
Folded the wrapper into triangles, tryna get my good side adjacent to you

So let me get you on my couch alone
How ****** hot are you to watch cartoons and get ******?
How ****** hot are you? Put the fan on and go
Take your shirt off or no?
Something's got to give and me what i want is front row
Go on and say something daring, it's just the merlot
Baylee Kaye Nov 2018
new
I used to write poetry.
write about feelings I’d never known before.
but now that I experience them,
the emotions once foreign to me,
I realize they’re nothing like I imagined.

I thought my heart would pour words onto paper,
overflowing with an uncontrollable joy.
but instead it’s soft and steady.
a warmth that radiates calmly across my chest.
it’s simple and it’s comfortable.

now that I know what this feels like,
it’s as if I’ve lost my vocabulary,
forgotten how to write.
because the only thing on my mind
is this feeling you give me.

one I’ve never known before.
d.c.
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