#nourishment
Her love is
A force of nature
Not like the storm that
Weathers stone
Like the sunlight that
Inspires growth
Like the rainfall that
Nourishes life
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 12:06 PM UTC
What do we learn from the teachings of flowers —
That one does not grow in poisoned soil.
In unfavourable conditions, we wilt.
But we can heal from the root,
When cared for and place in nourishing spaces.
We grow, sprouting new life.
The mighty stem, building stronger cells,
Your bloom becomes brighter,
Opening up to the welcoming sun.
We learn a lot from the flowers
One just need be observant of its teachings.
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 7:54 PM UTC
Nobody is as
good as the landlord, always --
he's pouring out love.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
Behind doors I cannot open with keys that never was, i feed letters through slots hoping they would reach him.
I dreamt that he would consume them and one day emerge, whole.
But the chrysalis never broke, and what couldve been never was.
Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 5:46 PM UTC
i just ate dinner
now i'm a new person
can we start over?
nice to meet you.
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
The air that drifts in through my window
Has come as the wind from afar for me to breathe;
Past mountain tops and river valleys;
From the mouth of my beloved.
It has rustled the leaves of trees along the way
And has skimmed the crests of waves in vast oceans.
We breathe the world with every breath.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC
the wind didn’t blow the same,
the trees wouldn’t sway during fall
and the longer the day
the more i’d wait in
until it was dark enough for me to
come out and bloom for you,
in the essence of moonlight.
at least i used to bloom,
for you, i mean.
although every gray shade and
every rough water drop told me
not to,
i bloomed for you.
but you never nourished me,
you left me out to die once the
sun came back up and let the city’s
busy feet trample my bright and vivid
colors.
i must admit, my colors came from you,
but now i’ve planted my roots somewhere else.
where wind gracefully caresses with kindness,
somewhere the trees dance to the beat of the rain
and where the longer the day
the more time i have to bloom.
even while in the dark, i’m seen now,
for my colors. that’s all i ever really wanted.
from you, i mean.
-melancholicreator
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
The geese are standing there
just being geese in the grass
poking through the leaves
going deeper for nourishment
may I follow their example
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
Such a strong branch holding up the
fruits of so many seasons but then one
winters wrath did the wind pick a fight.
Though it fought against the odds, it bent
within the breath of failing and yielded to
the chosen fate and befell its birth.
Falling silently in a wood of mute descents,
where nothing was heard, but everything
knew that something was not as it was before.
Even thought strength held it at the yearning of all
below now it was stagnant. Then eyes pondered upon
its elegance. A fortitude of worth now meant for other means.
And though cleaved it was meant for a purpose,
not one that it knew, now sewn on to
metallic wows. Sharp edges flowed like breath.
And so many times did it fall, not as before
this time it drank a different dew..
teardrops flowed upon its eternal falling.
But it never grew weak, feeding on the nourishment
of each diminishing stance.
Though it fell from the tree it still grew in depravity.
What was once a yearning life, growing further than
any other. It fell and became contaminated within
earthly pleasures which it drank upon..
A moment falls that severs ever moment before,
and what falls in moments after isn't
confused.
It now has a purpose of the death it felt.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC
Filing errands makes you drowsy and nautious.
The tube dampens your senses.
The highrises make you feel down.
Your values are re-prioritised.
You become the binmen’s *****
but all is not charred.
You have the chance to remember before,
and you grasp redemption as sand now sifts through your fingertips.
The stars awaken the you beneath the superficial.
The water nourishes your ignored thirstiness for passion.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
Calming with the softness of your skin,
Sated of my hunger for your kiss,
Nourished by the state you put me in,
Feeding this soul’s appetite for bliss.
Craving delicacies of your eyes,
Sensing sunrise warmth of your embrace,
Mornings such as this I energize
With anticipation of your face.
Awake to the honey of your tongue
And fluttering eyelash on my cheek,
You’re the morning hope of day still young,
You provide for me the love I seek.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
Let it flow,
For the uprooting of any deeply seated sediment
Let it flow,
For there must be nourishment
Let if flow,
The salty cascade knows its own course
Let it flow,
If you have to rid any remorse
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
By the earth and it's wonderful, wide and unique expanse
A mother to what is living on it and inside of it, may it be small
or great in their posture given to them.
Indeed this place inhabits many creatures, faces and races.
Each striving for their own path, of staying alive.
The soft soil of the Earth, a comfortable living and breathing
ground to walk on, proud and all connected, only to be divided
By the sea which covers most of this planet, comparable to a blanket
From which we gain food and drink, in a clear registered cycle.
Of course this place too holds it's dangers, such as a quake could
end it all in a brutal roughless manner and tear it from the ground
we build our houses on.
Or be it an eruption which casts a rain of ash and embers, suffocating
the sky above, the ceiling which was meant to protect is our very end.
A mighty wave, which sweeps over the cities, drowning them in
it's lethal, cold and brutal, moist and salty embrace.
It is not healthy to be in such a negative spectra of thinking however
For this place holds, more transient, living, artistic beauty than I
could simply express or convey in words.
~ Umi
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC
Setting stones in your pockets to get your mind down to Earth
Skipping rocks over water to watch them sink one last time
Scaling cliffs just to watch the valleys from up high
The physical minerals of this world remind us of the things within ourselves that we choose to avoid
The vitamins we lack from touch of rays because sun equates to happiness and knowledge. And we put it off for the next day
That's why the physicians always tell us to watch our vitamins and minerals
We are malnourished in interactions. Nature being the physical aspect we use to forget about the inside.
At least for the moment
Until we choose to live healthily.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Each morning she fills a bowl with love.
And my hands become like a spoon.
Nourishing my soul with such a precious gift.
A memory my mouth will soon never forget.
The taste of love
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
And I will love you when i draw my last breath.
I will love you when my eyes are closed and in stillness i lay cold.
I will love you when they put me to ground to nourish the food you eat.
And even when death do us part.
Even when my memory sleeps in the back of the minds of people i knew.
My organs will live on in bodies that only know how to love.
And i will love you with the hearts of all those people.
But know!
There would never be enough hearts to contain the ocean.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
She was the manifestation of underground roots,
Those seldom seen from which such gift can be given, bronze skin.
Her hair symbolized what I felt as our eyes connected.
Her voice lifted my spirit higher than it's ever been.
Without anything to return, How do I reciprocate such a gift.
A thank you would hardly do justice.
Where has this been all of my life, her- using my hands as a vase to convene.
Hearing her voice blossom from the bud of where I stood.
A question that went in silence.
For the light that shines bright inside her blocks out that of the sun.
A space free to fill with what you please.
These are the words I pictured her telling me.
Over and over again until I was full enough to be tilted over and water her just
as shes watered me.
The root that no one remembers to water
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
The ecstasy was profound
burning through limb and pore-
attached to the ground,
bound by its core.
Pulling away the joy
circulated through her form
smiling at the boy
now depleted and worn.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Nurture your soul,
For it is the best weapon you've got
against the
ailments
that our
society has created for us.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Your silence climbs like vines,
I hardly notice it binds,
Past my grounded thighs,
Twisting all up my spine,
My heart's furnace, it shall find,
And attempt to smother it alive.
I know we're on year nine,
And you've always been on my mind,
But now there comes a time -
That the Sunshine, I just can't find,
Your contempt for me is all that you remind,
The only time you direct your energy towards mine.
I can stand tall on my own.
Through Winter, I did not wither,
From my keeper, no compassionate water delivered -
The blood from within my veins of river,
From my own flourishings, is where I beat the shiver.
Let it be known:
Nourishment & Encouragement
Is what you couldn't give her.
What she found instead:
Her inner self is her giver.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Walking home alone on Saturday night,
social sounds spilling around me then
fading in my slipstream,
I round the corner of my street and
an image of your face rises
to combat the cold that searches for
the marrow of my bones.
Hope flutters like a wounded bird into
the pale sky of a vision desperate
with longing.
Forgive my physical hunger.
You were right to deny it
because by morning
you had given me
a far greater nourishment.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
My heart opens up to you each night
Resting peacefully as I fall asleep
Finding my spirit sleeping without fear
For within your grace I rest so deep
I feel the nourishment of your love
And the healing power of your touch
As my mind gently begins to dream
It is of you Lord, I dream so much
You are the breath which fills me
The radiant sun I see alive within
For as I dream so faithfully of you
I find the life in my words to begin
I see them floating inside my mind
Seeing them softly embrace my soul
And even though I am sound asleep
Their embrace shall never let me go
For the gift Lord, which you gave to me
In my daily life never comes to an end
Because each night when I close my eyes
Your love inspires the words to begin
Lord, I know that I have infinite reasons
To humbly send songs of praise your way
For you are the genuine sweet nourishment
Which feeds my mind and heart each day
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC