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Talk to me about sadness
I want to tell you
But i ask you
To fill space
Fill me with you
For soon i will
Go, More words to suspend
Speak so i can swim
In the low light cavern of your mind
In the riptide of your tongue
Without hearing
Only seeing your shape shifting mouth
I am no longer leaving
I am staying
I am staying
Here
With you
As your tongue spins time like a bobbin
I rest
In the aimless needle
Knowing my spot on the quilt
There is a comfort in seeing my trace
My thread
Threads parallel to yours
In this moment
We are infinite
On this quilt
Entangled
Least i have something to remind me
Something to keep you close to me
I want to tell you
What?
scared of my own feelings
When i cant find their cowardly bodies
I let you keep talking
And you do, you keep us here, you keep me
close to the hearth in your heart
Until
Its done
Im walking away
And You're walking away
I don't look but i assume you are
Threads leaving the quilt just as they pierced it
Undone
through the blurry windshield of my pupils
Wind peeling the drops from my eyes
As i peddle away
Away from the end
Away from leaving
Away from death
Away from myself
Away from
You
Talk to me about sadness
So at least i'll know what to expect when i leave you
Will you do me that favor?
God says I am worthy, and so I am...

-Rhia Clay
Simple yet powerful words express that God loves us, and His love is enough. Growing up, I always felt as though there was a void in my life. However, as I drew closer to God, that void was filled, and my heart was also filled with His love. Many people have made me doubt my self-worth, but through my relationship with God, I came to understand how incredibly worthy we all are. I will never doubt my self-worth again. God loves each of us so deeply, without exception and without pause.
eliana Jun 20
Help me design my garden of life
Full of iris, crocus, and lily
With daffodils that shine so bright
Like the sun of the greater deities.

Make me a path that curves around trees
Of stepping stone, wood chip, and moss
Varying in array of colors
Causing one's mind to venture in thought.

Make me a garden so rich in hue
That the sun will fight not to set,
Where merely viewing its beauty
All differences one will forget.

Make me a garden like people of the world,
All different in culture and view,
Contributing to the person I am
Without your prejudicial few.

A garden of only one color, it seems
Would be dull and so very alone.
I want my garden of life to be filled
With every color known.
one who knows different cultures only broadens their horizon.
Poetoftheway Jun 28
T**
ransverse from within to the
without,
depart my innards, exit the body,
intent upon becoming my shadow's shadow,
observing
the hole
the holy
the whole
of our lives
and the soup
of ofs and ifs
distances and nearness,
the straightforward and discombobulating,
the commas, the semicolons
and the peroxide periods that
separate, puncture, divide
and combined together
make me, you, the us
combination
and I find my teary eyes
on top of the tiniest of  smiles
as my entirety is suffused
with gratitude, welcoming, fresh
rebirth of a new day grant to the
we,
of the of & if
of us
connected by plasma,
telephone undersea cables
and the best of our
human capacity of
capabilities
6/28/25
7:36 EST
Sanama Apr 7
I look into the mirror,
a reflection without shine.
I look deeper, seeing my own reflection through my eyes.
But something is missing, something isn’t there.
I feel it, missing in my heart, in my mind.
But what is this yearning?
Can it be love? Or something else?
I’m afraid that no love I can have,
no words come from my mouth to express it.
Even if my soul punched my throat,
no word will come out to speak of it.
It’s hard for me to express any of this, I can only remain silent, hoping that these feelings continue to linger, even if no words are ever spoken.
It's not learning to do without flour,
Or to like new substitutions.
It's steps on a road to be happier,
To be healthier,
To be you.
Trader Joes has amazing gluten free options
You're not listening to me
Highlighting for the next bullet point
to use in the next arguement.

Left me with the responsibilities
and you still have the audacity to say
"I love you"
within the same conversation as
"I can choose to wake up and not love you anymore"

The last dig you could give me
is the last time I saw you, you were helping my best friend move out and on without me.
You both spun tales to delude from the truth.
A betrayal that extends past the lifespan of our relationships.
All I got was a phone call
"This is the wrong number, isn't it?"
meant for the man who sabataged what we had.
Written about my ****** poly relationship when it was fresh. Both of them ****. Cold as **** despite my endless kindness.
I can make a career out of this,
Right?
I can do this for a living,
So many people do.
I'm paranoid,
But I think it's reasonable.
I've done this for so long,
Who will I even be,
Without it?
I
Jeremy Betts May 2024
Wether recorded digitally or with a pen
With or without hitting send
Questioning the subject matter, real or pretend?
They're all just thoughts that don't bend
The only ones I have over and over again
Not even hinting at an end

©2024
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