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ShininGale Jan 2022
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ.
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ.
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ,
๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ.

๐˜•๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด, ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ.
๐˜ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ.
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต
๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ...

๐˜›๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.
๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ.
๐˜ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ.
๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ...

๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ.
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ.
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜•๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ด.

๐™๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™๐™š๐™ฅ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™™ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™จ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ช๐™จ.
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Tonight, I saw another blessing. How great is He to give me a friend this good and able to change, a living proof of His greatness. We are having a banter and conversation in one of our Group Chats and it amazes me how He truly works on us. Thank God! I am not the only one that is working on me. To my friends. To the people I cherish and know. To all.
Alone, in front of your computer,
Or with your phone in hand,
Looking at pictures on the screen,
Many are cute, ****, honest nice,
Always beware, some devious plans,
Is the person in the picture, the same,
As they say, wanting you to believe,
If you never have a meeting plan,
Itโ€™s just a fantasy, in your hand.
Wherever your thoughts, or decisions,
Take you, stay cool, donโ€™t feel blue
Keep a good attitude in 2022
The Original Tom Maxwell ยฉ 1/1/2022 AD
4:20 AM
Glenn Currier Dec 2021
Thinking of my closest relationships
makes me marvel at what a fool I am.
A map of the streams of my loves
would show small settlements
tiny villages where Iโ€™ve rested
from my frantic search for meaning -
spaces made by nights of talking and sharing -
spaces of kisses, cries,
shouts and whispers that kept together
the threads we coiled into a chord
of memories.

Memories of foolish leaps we both made
into a friendship, a kinship, a marriage
a co-creation.

What faith abides in me that causes
me to abandon logic for love?
It is a mystery to me
how I can stay in this embrace
despite our divergencies?

But it is a splendid mystery
I celebrate.
I bow to my new friend ruqayyah I met on this website. His poem, โ€œkeep your friends closeโ€ caused me to write this poem. It is about the trust necessary for close relationships of all kinds. I think of my relationship with my relatives, my friends, my church, my wife. All of these are based on some degree of trust.
Nigdaw Dec 2021
depicted on her arm
hieroglyphs and pictorial charm
tattoo sleeve deep dive
into an ocean of everything
she finds so hard to relate
left hanging in the air
but don't question it
like the elephant in the room
move right on stranger
it's not speaking to you
there is a cult of believers
a religion based on trust
if you need to ask the reason
non-believer you are lost
in a garden that's a secret
that's already cast you out
you'll never know her freedom
it's a dish you just can't taste
HTR Stevens Dec 2021
Love called me, Love called me, Love called me
But I drew back; in sin was lost.
"O sinner, I come to look for thee;
For thee I died upon the cross.
O my beloved, return with me:
The good Shepherd, with Him go home.
From the jaws of the wolf I free thee
Come home with Me and no more roam."
Hear the voice of Love: "Come home..., come home...
Come home, beloved, and no more roam..."

O'er mountain-tracks Love strove and found me
Blinded by the darkness of sin.
"I am the Way...Follow Me!" said He;
All my conflicts melted within.
Long in darkness, naught could my eyes see;
I gazed now at my Saviour's face:
Full of tenderness and sympathy,
His face shining with love and grace.
Love, in a still voice: "Come home...come home...
Come home, beloved, and no more roam..."
I found this poem I'd written many years ago when I was 16...
Tetra Hachiko Dec 2021
I'm saying goodbye
trying to be the good guy
Don't want or need you to feel obligated
all it leads to is us both being frustrated
Casting doubt upon me
trust is broken, can't you see?
You tried to say it wasn't so
but your silence was the final blow
All this for them?
Was it worth it in the end?
You and I both know the truth
You never needed to sleuth.
But before you can cast me aside
Even though you know they lied
I will just walk away
With the weight of your betray.
Its okay though, its nothing new
Just more pain to accrue
Crushing, the weight so much to bear
I try not to think about what it fair.
It is what it is, I do what I must
Even if I'm filled with distrust.
With myself and with you.
But what else can I do?
Left with no choice
Your silence echoed in your voice.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2021
To those
Who needs to hear this

Accept, what is
Let go of, what was

For you are both
The traveler and the journey
For you are both
The sufferer and the healer

RIP, the things that drain your spirit
RIP, the thoughts that make you sick
RIP, the time that stops for great things
RIP, the circle that holds freedom you crave
RIP, anyone who excuses for the truth
RIP, the question you donโ€™t want to answer
And RIP, the doors that are close.

RIP everything
That resists
That *****
That blurs
And insults your spirit
If it makes sense, just RIP.
No more, no less.
And the rest will be the history.

Trust and let go.
And breathe.

Are you ready?
Genre: Clinical Inspirational
Theme: Questioning
Author's Note: In becoming, this is just the way, it is.
Mose Dec 2021
I miss you doesnโ€™t quite fill the gaps.
Holding onto something I never quite really had.
A break up before a relationships hurts more than the actual heartbreak.
The shattering of a love narrative I often wish I had.
I tend to break the glass before it falls.
A preempted move.
An unconscious notion to write a story before it happens.
Itโ€™s muscle movement of instincts to protect the fragile parts of myself.
The destruction of a relationship before it could blossom.
I thank myself for surviving this long;
But I have forgotten how to live in my after story.ย ย 
Trust.
Love.
Faith.
Hope.
Things I once could never afford.
I find myself in debt to those past experiences.
Never quite knowing how to presently spend myself.
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