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You're like the sun:
so far,
yet I endlessly feel your burn.

If I have too much of you
I might become ill skinned,
but if I don't have enough of you
I would lack vital vitamins.

If I don't see you
I wouldn't wake,
only sleep.

If you aren't there
life wouldn't be either;
for without you
life is just an absent dream.
- The sun is a star
- "Nebula" is what the birth of a star is called
Star BG Aug 2017
ACESS THE LOVE YOU/ WE ARE. --
OUR ESSENCE.

TAKE YOUR POWER BACK --
TO ALIGH AND END THE OLD GAME.

WAKE UP WAKE UP
NEW TIMES ARE HERE
OUT WITH OLD IN WITH THE NEW.

FRIENDS GATHER AND LISTEN.

SEE THE NEW PAR-DINE OF LIGHT AND LOVE
RECIPE:
START WITH THE CELEBRATION OF SELF
WITH WALKING EMPOWERED
WITH HAVING POSITIVE THOUGHTS
WITH RELEASING OLD SEPARATION AND FEARS
TO ENVISION DREAMS.

INHERENT TO ALL
IS ABILITY TO DO WITHOUT LIMITATIONS.
GAME OF SEPARATION IS OVER.
WE ARE DIVINE ORIGINALS
SACRED AND CAPABLE
OF RECREATING OUR FUTURE.

THE REBIRTH IS OCCURRING RIGHT NOW.
LIVE THE DREAM
IMPORTANT TO REALIZE WE ARE ON EARTH AT A GRAND TIME.
IT IS THE TIME WHEN THE OLD CONTROLLING FORCES WHO HAVE INFILTRATED OUR NEWS MEDIA, BANKS, EVERYTHING TO IM-PRISON THE GENERAL PUBLIC. MUCH IS HAPPENING TO FREE US. YOU DO YOUR PART BY   WATCH UTUBE CALLED  (YOU MIGHT WANT TO DO PART ONE - TWO AND THREE
Access your Value Part 4, July 31,2017
the news is out we have been controlled but but but that is changing because everyone has a bank account hidden with unlimited funds.
Pineapple Isle Aug 2017
I'm low on energy
But I've got fire in my heart
I want to wake up from this sleep
My head is filled with water
The fire can't reach my mind because my head is filled with water. It stays below in my heart and has dimmed. It needs oxygen so it can grow and evaporate the water. The water makes me feel heavy, low on energy, and in a fog.
Chloe Elizabeth Aug 2017
He asked me if my heart is tired
I told him it is
But those who are tired eventually wake
My tired heart will be just fine
Amanda Shelton Jul 2017
You watched me grow,
my colors shined like diamonds,
but you forgot about me.

You forgot how fragile I can be,
now I have fallen at your feet,
yet you can’t see me.

My tides break, My shores quake,
and my coral fray
washing away with the waves.

Climate change can be a serious thing,
it’s up to you how it changes.

You think you’re so small?
You think you don’t cause change?
Oh how ignorant you are,
you are too blind to see,
you even effect me.

Just because you can’t see something
doesn’t change if that something is real.
Just because you can’t feel something
doesn’t make it less physical.

You think you are insignificant?
Then look closer at your life,
for even now you’re affecting
your surroundings just by being here.

Is that not the point to living;
to experience and grow with
those experiences?

Well I am serious
we need to make a change.

Our Earth needs us to wake up,
and take notice of what we need to do
to help her to keep growing
and stop life from dying.

We need to make the change
before the climate makes it for us.  

**© 2017 Amanda D Shelton
xmelancholix Jul 2017
I woke up. it was Sunday morning and the air was cool. I wanted to move but the air seemed heavy and soft.
So I laid in bed for a while. I wanted to rest my spine.

the air feels warm as I move into the upstairs living room. I sit in the rocking chair and deep breathe.
I will go downstairs. But I wanted to rest my spine.

I made my way to the stairs when I heard arguing. The kids were in the car and my mom and papa were arguing about something.
I didn't go downstairs, so I sat down and continued to rest my spine.

The door slammed. I got a text from µˆ˚´ . I replied and looked out the window. My mom got out shortly after.
I wanted some coffee while I rested my spine.
my breathing is quiet and deep. my lungs are full of the strange haze and my stomach is aching.
I made some toast with my coffee and sat down at the dining room table,
so I could rest my spine.

The door burst open. I set down my coffee.
my father walked in and the air got slightly colder,
"the family is gone for five minutes and that's when she gets up."
I looked at him and said words. He slammed the door to his bedroom. I sipped my coffee again and held it to feel some semblance of warmth.
I continued to rest my spine.
He came out of his room and slammed his door again. He went through the others to leave and slammed those too.  
He got in his car and left. I watched through the big window and laid down in my chair so he couldn't see me exist.
I rested there with my spine.
Epilogue:

I sat up and opened my sketchbook. I was trying to capture a feeling in my spine. I told µˆ˚´ and he replied to say that I should text him when I was done. I told him he was a part of this. I think I captured the feeling in my spine from this strange morning. I'm finishing my coffee as I received another text... "i hope the air give your spine a hint on how to say it"
Leslie Ledezma Jul 2017
And as the time goes, it goes.
Take me to the sparkling streets
away from my damp sleep.

But if I don't wake up
and if you find that I'm gone
don't worry about me.
You would be my last thoughts
and being with you was the quality and loveliness of life.

And if the world stopped spinning
And this night was all we had
don't you see?
Your face would be the last I saw
and with that a smile on mine.
Your presence was my joy, my joy.

Wake me up anytime.
I've tasted life so sweet
and it's out there
with you.
Zero Nine Jul 2017
You were awake
when I entered,

you're
           telling
                      me
                            now
­you've been asleep
                                 this
                                       whole
                                                  time?

Pe­rfect -- because I have, too

Now, you can release me,
                                             I'll
                                                 release
                                                         ­    you
Tay Jul 2017
Is like a vacation
You forget the past
the present
what is yet to come
and it is made up
but reality
hits
when you
w
    a
        k
            e
I feel like this is true for everyone at some point in time in life.
Janae Bello Jul 2017
Do you ever like/love something so much then wake up one day realizing you forgot all about it?
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