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aesthenne Nov 2020
warmth and
kindness is
embodied
in the flames
that keep you
from tripping
in the dark.

it can protect
as well as
keep you
away from
being harmed.

her loving and
everlasting glow
shall be
touching to those
invited to stay
at a place called home.
Dedicated to my Matron, Hestia, goddess of the hearth ♡
Tylor Nov 2020
In the journey of my life, I will encounter people many
But nobody will ever be close to being who you are to me  
I am looking for words to define your greatness
But I don't think I will ever find any

I look up to you in ways you can never comprehend
That is how great you are, mother
You wear a smile on your face, keeping all the pain quelled  
How strong of a woman you are, I wonder.

You have loved me a tad more when I have burst into tears
With colours of passion and warmth, you have filled my life
I have vicariously lived through you, my whole being, with no anxieties, no fears  
You are the only one without whom I will fail to survive

If ever I have to go miles away from you
Remember, I will still be the closest to you
Nothing can ever get in between you and me, I am nothing without you
And for everything that you have done and you will do for me, I thank you
Samara Nov 2020
I was cold
sitting by a broken radiator
cursing it for leaving me warmless.
Amy Ross Nov 2020
I am digging down
Pushing dirt and rock and seed and grass
Up, out, behind
Up, out, behind
Away from the surface
The light and color and noise and flutter above
Down, in, behind
Down, in, behind
With earth’s heavy insides
And my head and shoulders and fingers and feet
Move further and further
Towards the warm, holy center
The soft light and heat
Away from the blinding, the deafening, and unbearable above
To the below
Where all is quiet,
Just the heartbeat of the earth,
Cradled in the womb of a planet
Where nothing is hurting,
Here,
Beneath the dirt
Kat L Nov 2020
Like being wrapped up in a thick blanket on a cold night,
Like waking up early and getting the first ray of sunlight;

Like flipping channels then catching reruns of your favorite show,
Like discovering new music and keeping it on repeat;

Like the wind in your hair and your toes in the sand,
Like the crashing of waves and the ripples they make—

You.

You are the happiness in all this and more.
28 10 2020
Sabene Nov 2020
My mother's shawl,
She wonders why I steal it sometimes,
I steal it because its smells of her,
Her earthly scent brings warmth to my heart,
It reminds me of her embrace,
My father bought her that shawl,
It reminds me of him,
How he cared for her,
And it reminds me of what love is supposed to be
...
Mary Frances Oct 2020
Wake up.
You've been asleep for too long.
You haven't seen the sunlight and experienced its warmth.

Wake up.
I want to see you living well,
doing the things that you love.

Wake up.
You still have a lot to do.
Achieve your dreams.
Give love.
Celebrate life.

Wake up!
I beg of you.

Wake up!
The world is waiting for you.
I am waiting for you.
Dee Oct 2020
❝ a bright light you once were
   filled with the radiance of your raging red;

   you illuminated through a flowering future
   but then the dark clouds sought you out
   and rendered your light invisible

   the land roared for your pastel orange of peace
   but the darkness has swallowed everything

   your sons and daughters walked blindly,
   trapped and lost within the dark woods of chaos
   they sought out for you and your warmth
   only to be greeted by the harsh cold
   and blood curdling gargles

   eventually the clouds rolled away and left you tainted
   but as you struggle to reclaim your lost kindle
   we bask in your greyish faint light
   and hope that your waltz to the symphony of change
   will soon take you to the path of a glorious self recreation ❞
Cox Oct 2020
You want love? Then go and find it- be it.
You want warmth? Fly to the sky, be the Sun.
You want happiness? Then drink a tin of yellow paint.
Don’t just wait. Be who you want. Do what you must to live a life that is entirely choreographed, painted and sung by you.
Cox Oct 2020
Let’s let our hearts crash into the sun.
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