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Star BG Jun 2017
With flax-golden tales, I spin with voice
with quilled pen
and intention to sing in the magic of words.

With a moments breath, I connect with light,
with gentle breeze
and purpose to light fire under my phases.

With my dreams I awake with focus
with compassion and to echo in prayer with words.

Words that anoint a page and sends blessings outward.


StarBG © 2017
Inspired by poet Jax Spades's bio page
Star Blossom Goddess
Intuitive/Channeler, Leader of Temple of love, Sound Healer,
Emissary of Love, Angel card reader,
Spiritual Lecturer and workshop facilitator
Teacher, Coach for Peace, Writer, Children’s entertainer/storyteller
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Madelynn Nieves Jun 2017
I thrived on beginnings,
Once upon a time... the fairytale romances.
The secrets that lie within the whispers of the woods.

Lost endings, the souls left behind.

We forged worlds beyond words,
within the boundaries of our minds.
We built walls to protect us,
against the odds of invasion by any force.
Any force other than ourselves that is...
CJ Manoos May 2017
There is an underlying story behind all the small tales you hear.
Behind every picture you see.
Behind the snapshots of memories you can recall.
Behind the paintings silently hanging on the lifeless wall.
These stories scream with their might just to get noticed.
They're waiting to be told.
They want to be heard.
Blah blah Apr 2017
The more she untangled her soul,
The more she discovered how deeply in love she was.
I do efforts to get away from you,
The farther i move,
The closer i get to you. ♡
Addy Rose Mar 2017
The Darkness is where he will lay.
With many stories of man and many tales of Women.
The darkness consuming the his mind and making sanity scarce.
Hope you all enjoy
K G Feb 2017
Coughing up tales, of which hundreds exist
Regretting us and misreading my transcript
Displaying a shade of default dismissiveness
False bereavement is what you're equipped with
Your visage remains a rivulet, negating encrypted lips
As you spew nix, levels of sanity collapsed when you loosened it
KG
Pax Feb 2017
We've lived to expressed those wonders
we thought and felt,
in the depths of our emotional journey,  
our words sours
in highs and lows.
-
a fine balance
at crucial times
equally stable
in fate and its tales.
-
essence of time
solidify our strength
through choices predicts our
future yet more often
never to the exact extent.
-
our old sheets may fade
and our ink might run dry
we should never
lose ourselves
even the smallest
drop of hope
creates big ripples.

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