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Ashanti 2d
I’ve been reading a lot about thoughts and how to control them I’ve also prayed a lot asking god to transform my thoughts and he’s showing ways I can do that by sending me videos on my YouTube feed and a lot more I’ve also learnt that you can achieve anything just by changing your thoughts
Change your thoughts and watch the transformation
Isaac Sep 3
underneath the evergreen canapé
my feet in the dirt my heart by the hearth
the grackles teasing in last year’s leaves
and this is the last of the summer breeze
I can already see certain trees abandoning their seasonal green
I can only control every inch of me so I adapt to the new season
the new beginning, the new environment
the moment will be the soon past
soak up every ounce of sun and frolic in the lake one more time
before everything starts to die
Jammit Janet Jul 8
Sitting with my sadness ✨
While I’m sitting here with you ✨
Not running from the madness
Just feeling here and true ✨

No distractions to stop me ✨
From confronting my truths✨
Accepting what they are✨
Making peace ✨
Moving through✨

To the dimension of inner healing✨
Unity ✨
Love ✨
Reconnecting to the Divine Universal Web ✨
That is the cosmos above ✨
Haruharu Jun 27
An old enemy turned into clarity.
In the silence I hear my truth.
The winds carry my voice,
from lifetimes ago.
Ancient wisdom purifies my soul.
I now choose to listen.

Beyond the noice, I hear life.
L Jun 7
It is the courage to touch your pain that will transmute it:
The lamb must face the wolf
to become it.
L May 20
I think about what it would do to her. To call her: god. Divine majesty.
Do not be afraid she says.
And how we must be reminded every time...

When these creatures undress before us, and their form is an arrow sleeping in our gut. Our insides wrenching again and again each time we look. The more you worship, the more pain you know. Terror resides in the beauty of their form- a body we cannot understand. A body that is never wrong.
And oh, how we can’t help but look.

I look.

For me, the moon is full and hanging behind my eyes.
The wrenching and the writhing
The moaning and pain
It is sublime, unbearable transformation.
Transmutable worship, transmutable horror-- Nourishment for a thing caught in its becoming.

You caught me in my becoming.

I am the dragon and the maiden it keeps.
I am the mouth and the hand reaching inside it.
Darkness and light begin to blur.  
         𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠.​​​​

In those eyes 👀
is a dungeon 🕳
wherein a
man's heart
is captivated
in the fascinating chamber of thy allurement. Beauty inflammation
burning 🔥 the
heart till molten and  reshaped it for
herself. One
piece for
you but the
whole of my
heart. A
whole realist
world for you.
One heart for two. There's no
one just you.
Me and you cleave together even afterhere.
RobbieG May 9
Barely scraping by
arms to my side


Shoulder to shoulder
confined within the edges


Within this life
within these problems


To worldly temptations
battling my self-worth


Values disarrayed
confidence shattered


Power in faith
strength in love


Lost love
faith unfamiliar


By myself
for the first time


Poetry came along
after a long distance


Providing an avenue
allowing a healthy vice


No longer alone
with my feelings


Forever learning about myself
through my own words


Words forever kept
and some far to long


Bad memories, dark tales
past trauma, a bitter heart


The cause of myself
the cause of who I was


Others can affect us
and they did to me


However the most important
lesson poetry has taught me


It doesn’t mean they can
control my feelings


When you are of sound mind
when you are of a good heart


When you wear your heart on your sleeve and actually care


You will attract the energy you strive to become


We must save ourselves before we can save someone else


We must love ourselves before we can love someone else


We must want to be saved and loved to become both


Faith is calling my name as it’s weighing heavy on my heart


This life makes no sense without there being something


Thoughts of why I have been so unconvinced or scared


As a broken person I had no foundation to build from


I felt undeserving and like a hypocrite knowing my sins


Afraid of knowing what’s right but going against his word


Bitter from a childhood past that wasn’t his fault nor mine


That’s the only way to explain the way I treated us both


That explains why my relationships always failed


In life most things are self-inflicted, but we must find the


Poetry saved me, poetry taught me , poetry shined the light


To what it was that caused this, to the importance of love


For better or worse poetry never escaped me


The truth is a poet will never be alone unless they want to be


It’s in our hearts, it’s in our mind, our souls and gives purpose


My words aren’t combined letters but rather released


I write with rawness, the ink my blood, my pain becomes yours


My happiness and self-growth also equally transferred


But who I was, I wish on no one nor those feelings


It was a necessary journey but one I’m glad has transformed


So my deepest apologies to anyone that felt left in the dark

kevin wright May 7
Heather grabbed at my ankles
A bubbling stream shanty is sung
Light opened holes in the morning sky

The gateway stood isolated as I approached
Awaiting a portal vortex, I felt no worries
It's partner lay broken, stranded and overgrown

The valley sprawled upwards beyond
Following the stream bearing promises
Torn brown waters drawn from peaty hearts

A storm lay waste in its stride
Land slides piled high across the stream
The throttling strictures but nature emends

Here the shadows are but places of wonder
Rain an endorsement of wonder
Wind to lift up the wings on depression

Where one voluntarily throws one's own ashes
The lizard appears and basks on a sun drenched grit-stone
Transformed a life form quizzically looks on

Is my reflection blinking on turbulent waters true
A place where no lily pad can conquer a perspective blue
The mind haunts the wilds carried on a prodigal dream
A walk in the pennines conjured up this poem and I could not finish it until I read a poem tonight by Eloisa, 'Abloom'   A broken pair of gates stood across a trackway guarding the entry to the wilds of the pennine hills forgotten long ago. Where we spend our dreamy after life.
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