#gad
It seems…
In this day and age,
that there’s an anxiety for everything —
Health anxiety,
Social anxiety,
Performance anxiety,
…
…
(add yours here).
I have just discovered a new one for me…
Star Anxiety —
I need to have a star always on backup,
Ready to give,
Ready to post,
Ready to surrender...
To one of my poems
to obtain greater “real estate," most(ly),
in the Hello Poetry sphere —
Rather than write,
For writing's sake —
Now, I release and resolve,
Settle my heart and peace; I partake.
15h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 11:32 AM UTC
VALENTINE
In the heart's vast, unchartedIn the heart's vast, uncharted domain,
Where love and hope forever reign,
I offer this ode to the world's embrace,
A tapestry of beauty, woven with grace.
Underneath the azure sky's expanse,
Where dreams take flight in a cosmic dance,
Let kindness be our guiding star,
And compassion our compass from afar.
In fields of flowers, colors ablaze,
Whispering secrets of forgotten days,
Let peace unfurl its gentle wings,
And joyous melodies the world sings.
On this day of love, let hearts unite,
In a symphony of love's pure light,
For in our diversity, we find strength,
And in our unity, we find peace's length.
So let us cherish this earthly sphere,
With every breath, with every tear,
And in the embrace of love's sweet glow,
May we find solace, love wherever we go.
In every whisper of the wind's soft sigh,
In every twinkle of the starlit sky,
Let love be our language, spoken in kind,
Binding humanity, heart and mind.
Let rivers flow with compassion's tide,
And mountains stand as hope's steadfast guide.
In the embrace of nature's grace,
Let gratitude bloom in every place.
With every sunrise, a promise anew,
With every sunset, a gratitude due.
For in this world of wonder and awe,
Love's the answer to every call.
So let us dance in the rhythm of time,
Embracing the sublime, the divine.
For in the tapestry of life's grand design,
Love is the thread that forever binds.
#val #febfourteen #loveship #matterofheart #febsixteenth #Cloudnineday #wisdom #knowledge #Cloudnine #C9fm
Feb 14, 2024
Feb 14, 2024 at 1:38 AM UTC
"TEMPLE OF SOUL"
In the temple of the soul, we find,
A sanctuary for heart and mind,
Where candles flicker, shadows dance,
In timeless rhythms, we entrance.
With every breath, a sacred chant,
In harmony, our spirits grant,
A melody of peace and light,
That guides us through the darkest night.
On this holy day, we pause to pray,
For wisdom's touch to light our way,
Through trials faced and battles won,
In unity, our souls are one.
Let gratitude adorn our hearts,
For every blessing that imparts,
A sense of purpose, love, and grace,
In every corner of this sacred space.
So let us cherish, let us adore,
This holy day, forevermore,
With reverence deep, our spirits soar,
In harmony, forevermore. Am3n!!
#C9FM
Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 3:03 PM UTC
Oh Almighty
Gad mercifully
strengthen me
to do Valliantly,
before my enemies.
Put to shame
those who
contend with me.
Many are those
who rise up
against me.
They hate me
without cause,
because I depend
on thee, for thy
glory oh Lord,
let them be cloth
with adversities,
and dishonor
and let their own
evil devices come
to their *****
Set thy servant's
feet on high and
uphold me for
Thee art the
rock of my
salvation. My
Gad in whom I
put my trust.
And I will sing
praises to Thee
through the whole
world, Gad my
father, and Lord.
Millions of people
shall praise Thee
on my cause, Thy
Holy Name be
glorified, people
shall praise Thee
oh Lord. Lest the
wicked rejoice and say
YE Lord is no
more. But because
of THY GREAT
existence, oh Lord YE
shall subdue below
me my adversities.
And all my enemies
shall be confounded
and condemned.
In the Mighty
name of Jesus!
AMEN, Selah!
#C9fm
Oct 15, 2023
Oct 15, 2023 at 1:33 PM UTC
Oh Lord never
forsake thy
servant, never
leave those who
cast their trust on
you in distress.
Take hold and
shield and buckler,
be their defence
and cast their
enemies off before
them, make their
enemies a footstool
for Thee are Gad
who keeps your
people under the
wings of thee shadow.
Let those who
wait on Thee
receive according
as their hopes in
Thee. Amen!
#C9fm
Oct 15, 2023
Oct 15, 2023 at 12:30 PM UTC
CLOUDNINE'S TWENTY SEVEN PSALM OF DOXOLOGY TO ADORE THY LORD GAD!
#C9fm ~~
1 Make holy his glorious name and adore His powerful word.
2 Sing praises unto thee. And let every breathing creatures tremble at His footstool.
3 The Earth and everythang found therein. Lift on high His glorification and sing adoration unto the supreme Spirit of thy Lord.
4 Hallelujah! Thy Lord reingth till eternal.
5 From all entities through entities.
6 For He has magnified Himself and manifested Himself through every wondrous works of His hands.
7 Ruler of the universe, His glorious crafts exists even beyond the miltiverse.
8 Underneath Earth and above the skies may thy Almighty God be adored.
∆¶∆9 His right hand through seas His breathe roared the waters.
10 His voice quake the Earth and the foundation of the universe wary.
11
He looked and lightening from His eyes revealed the secret place of the wicked.
12 Let thy Lord be praised. He has smitten the jaws of His enemies.
13 Even Lucifer and his angels.
14 Thy Lord reignth till eternal.
15 Blessed be thy Lord our Gad; with psalms and doxologies thy Lord be worshipped. Selah!
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 10:24 AM UTC
Shell-shocked, broken ***
Cannot fix with gold
Silver linings turn to ash
Burned by lightning's scold
Murdered martyr lily
Crimson drops on blotter
Scared to death by amaryllis
Shriveled in the water
Shorting copper circuits
Shocked by every thought
Hardware fears destroy my gears
My precious metal rots
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 7:49 PM UTC
It's a bittersweet feeling as the illusion seeps through.
Red runs, dribbles, streaks;
travels into the distance.
Crimson molds and darkens the stem,
corrupts the root of all that is numb.
The river flows between the northern mountains,
one catastrophy laid to rest after another.
Water dilutes the strength of pain.
also washes it away.
Another layer, dose me up
The illusion helps to breathe it out.
Black drops of intensity,
the final touch
maybe this will get the pain to stop...
Gaze at its beauty,
wash it away,
start all over; it's the only way.
Dip the pallette just once more,
Down the leg,
exile the pain.
It's all i'm asking for..
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
Show how fast you can transform from this false image you have in your face into something that God Himself
cannot face.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC
there was a voice
that only spoke
to say everything
was wrong.
the line is long
the people waiting
unnaturally
bright.
the sky is gray
the weather is mild
the combination
strange.
your friends are gone
were never here
nothing is real only
fear.
after
some time
it lost
the faculty
of meaning
but
for a while
kept
words.
run
slowly
nothing
is coming
until
ever
and
always
it
turned
a
rattling
hum
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
she has six hands and they are all holding me,
i am being strangled.
my lungs are bent, gasping,
she whispers in my ear:
“the crash is coming. no air can save you.”
she has eight eyes and they are never blinking,
tarantula hairs.
my blood is running a marathon, running,
i beg her to run away
but she lives where i live. i am not willing to die just to silence her.
she leads me to the rooftop,
tells me to put the dirt on.
my lungs’ scream is an axe, hacking,
all the walls are closing
she holds a vacuum to my lips.
she crouches beside me,
i hear her hissing mutters.
she is like a tsunami, everything,
she wears a crumbling rooftop like it is a crown
she sits on my head and holds my throat.
she tempts me to the edge of the highway,
everyone blurs together.
my head is like a broken hourglass, spilling everywhere,
brains look the same until they hit the windshield
my splatter, but she is not silenced.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
her breath fogs my skin
like warmth on glass-
when did my bones become this fragile;
if she pushes too hard,
when will i shatter?
she slips her fingers between mine
and we hold hands-
as simple as breathing;
i am not known to be good at breathing,
no, the day i remember how to breathe,
will that be the day i drown?
she leaves handprints on my arms
i am a broken mirror-
where am i? i cannot wipe her away;
fingerprints on my surface,
memories that cloud the glass,
has anyone ever seen me in plain sight?
she bites too hard
they stare at the bruises-
as she shifts from lover to abuser,
will my hands stop shaking,
when did my house become haunted?
when will i
shatter?
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
Have you looked at your lover?
Their skin. Warm and soft underneath your fingertips.
Fine hairs, sleepy glances. The corners of their mouth lifted into a smile.
Sometimes, it's like peering into an infinity mirror. You see yourself reflected ten-thousand times; you are them and they are you.
Their touch is home and ******* it, you're homesick.
What do you do when your lover's kiss no longer welcomes you?
When anxiety has it's claws pushed into your chest and you can't help but wonder:
What if they don't love me as much as I love them?
Am I a burden?
Am I too loud? Too soft? Too hard-edged and manic?
How can I trust them when I've been hurt by others before?
Love can't cure depression.
Romance won't wipe away anxiety.
Through sideways glances in ***** mirrors, microwave dinners and cuddles under warm blankets—
You smile. You cry. You move on.
You don't have to love yourself to be loved in return.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
somehow i got lost,
after a innumerable amount of
wrong turns and best-laid plans gone awry.
somehow i got lost, or...
have i always been here?
i can't tell,
i can't tell,
i can't tell anymore,
when all i can see is this cave,
engulfed in the all-too-familiar darkness.
the only exception is a stray bit of light,
reminding me of where they are.
it illuminates these desolate walls,
reminding me of where i will always be.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
i have a box,
and nobody knows.
or maybe the box has me,
but as i've said,
nobody really knows.
it's really just fine;
they can't get in,
inside this box,
this makeshift home,
to which i've become accustomed,
but never comfortable.
it's really just fine;
i can't get out,
but maybe one day,
maybe i'll be okay with that.
after all, no one can get in.
i have a box,
and it's really just fine,
i've decorated the insides
with scribbles and tally marks.
besides, no one really knows,
no one can get inside.
i have a box,
and it's really just fine,
some days i forget it's even there...
well, some minutes,
but that's close enough to days,
so the tally marks aren't as many,
but they're still. there.
*i have a box,
and it's really. just. fine.*
it's got a little window,
so i can see outside the box,
but when will i get to
think. outside. this box.
no one can see in the window,
so it's really just fine.
no one can see in the window,
no one can get inside,
and no one even knows about it,
so, though I have this box,
it's really. just. fine.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
There is no point,
there is no end,
Once begins,
continues again,
There is no cure,
no easy fix,
No easy way,
to get rid,
Once it starts,
never ends,
Not just once,
but never again,
There is no way,
to run from it,
No way to hide,
no way to rid,
Nothing to do,
no way to escape,
Once it comes,
this doom-your fate.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
There has to be a reason.
There has to be a reason for all this suffering,
All this pain.
What is it all for?
I hope.
I hope to turn my heartache into art.
I could.
I could help someone, anyone,
with my story.
I need.
I need to turn this around
To make it worth it.
Panic. Determination. Failure. Frustration. Tears. Pressure. Panic. Determination. Failure. Frustration. Tears. Panic. Determination. Failure. Frustration. Tears. Pressure. Panic. Determination. Failure. Frustration. Tears. Pressure....
It never.
It never ends.
Why?
What for?
There has to be a reason.
I hope--
I could--
I need.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
Body is a house
Where something has lived before
A stove that once burned fire
Can't find a spark no more
A place once of comfort
Not a thing to find
The inhabitants long moved out
They crowd the shattered mind
The windows fogged and blurry
Have no point in searching through
Rooms have no purpose
No one had a clue
The walls are scarred and broken
Through war this house has been
Neighbors have distanced the abandoned house
It's emptiness showing outside in.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
A ****** battle fought
Between the constant fog
And the blinding light
A voice saying
"Join the dark side"
Another
"Come towards the white"
The warrior has no fight.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
I get this feeling,
It sinks through my spine.
Sits in my bones.
Like an unwanted guest,
And I, the unwilling host.
The intruder finds its way to my feet.
Making my toes curl,
And tap.
Restlessly twitching,
As if ready to run.
But I'm not ready for anything.
My hands do the same.
Hard to hold anything,
With this earthquake
Terrorizing my body.
Cold and uneasy,
They cling to each other.
Is it just a chemical,
Artificial affliction?
Or a symptom,
Of all lost direction?
Where do I put
All this misplaced disruption?
Now find the pieces,
Paint the picture.
Find some reason
In this sloppy meter.
My understated explanation.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC