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"When life seems tough, nature becomes the silent healer—calming the mind, soothing the soul, and reminding us that even storms pass."
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Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
Nature: The Silent Healer
There are tough days too much in the way days heavy in the soul days no feeling of control days no clear thought days no witty retort days my body is a mess days where do I confess days ******** in the mirror days too much to consider days what if I’d have done that days where is all the fun at days picking at the scab days checking in to rehab days the I’m no good to anyone days someone should just shoot me days there are but they are days the same as all and though they may come thick and fast they fall so stay x
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 8:57 AM UTC
Chew
I took our love to the bank, deposited it into a safe. The economy of our love is stagnant and blank, much like the look on your face. The maintenance fees are high, they come with stress and quarrel; no goodbyes after a call. I am love's employee, both sore and sigh, I might go bald, and gladly; if our love might survive. I took our love to the bank, and left it there. My father was frank but no doubt sincere, when he warned me: "Do prepare for the rainy days."
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 3:53 PM UTC
The Bank.
Light steps taken through teenage and out, Into the labyrinth of knowledge immense. The days he spent were rigorous & tough, Enlightenment sought for a spiritual dance. Six years went by and more eventually will. The eternal student in the medical field. Harrowing swiftly over his patients of old, And sick and depleted and demented and cold. He earned his due over their recovery, well A touch of satisfaction akin divinity's swell. Higher powers of cure none else could whim, But wait, the pack made a all-knowing of him. "How could he not cure the morbid of ills? What use of his nobility if the reaper won still?" And it was then that the violence did start! With bare hands, metal bars and no holds bar! He survived, near death_just mortal he was, The in-fights & dog-fights & fist-fights too much. With loss of faith and beliefs in shambles, The young doctor, yet arose atop all scandals! Distraught and desolate yet dauntless in will He hopes for his servitude to have a meaning, still!
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 1:45 AM UTC
Consumed
When your heart is broken And you couldn't make them stay You don't have to feel that way Don't be lost- don't stray Just Pray When self doubt weighs in heavy And you dont know which direction you heading Guidance is on your way Don't be lost- don't stray Just Pray Sometimes days don't get easier, but that doesn't mean it has to be the end Did you know you'll get stronger from those days? You'll get the answers as to why you lived those days If you kneel and pray I didn't mend this heart on my own I kneeled down and I prayed I didn't make it this far on my own I kneeled down and I prayed So if you feel that way Don't be lost- don't stray Just Pray
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
PRAY
You may feel down and out You may feel like you can’t get out You may feel worthless You may feel like no one will ever love you You may feel homeless You may feel selfish You may feel confused You may feel passion You hold on for the ride The day will come Things will be alright
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
You
A string will have imperfections and little threads that poke out and look ugly Some threads even hurt the structure of how strong the string is And that's ok they all do if you want you can try to fix the thread and put it back And a lot of the time it will work and the string will be stronger than ever The important thing to do when an impefection occurs in a string and refuses to be fixed is to Now this part is important Cut. It. Off. Cutting a thread of is hard almost all the time But if you tried to wound it back in with the others as best you can and it is just to stubborn Cut. It. Off.
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
Cut. It. Off!
Dirt crumbled at my feet, as moths finish off my sleep. My whole skull is uncovered, unconcerned with greener leaves. Will this comfort ever stay? I'm losing hope as it decays. Decorate my heart with iris, because its carcass has faded grey. Lace my body for the crows; nest my ribs, and clean my bones. Residue of torture palpitates, from within its catacombs. Who knows when winter will come, so freeze your lungs until they're numb. Because breathing isn't worth this turmoil, and I think the dark swallowed your Sun----
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
Moths and Crows
One more week, I didn’t spend the time I should. One more day, I didn’t say what needed said. One more hour, So you can tell me those things I already know. One more minute, So I can tell you the same. One more second, Of that silent, perfect love. One more, just one more everything.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
No regrets?
I am a shell Someone I used to know A memory of a shattered soul I used to be someone Who had something to say Someone had an opinon I used to see the day Sunlight, on my face The clue clouds And even sometimes, the rain I used to I am a shell now So many burns and horror stories So many heartbreaks My chest of drawers My infinite sorrows I let them go unnoticed They never see the surface I hide them on purpose I am shell now An empty home Looking for a new place A new place to hang my hat And loved
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
I used to
Before hard times pass;     Life stinks and hurts, Worse than a wound oozing pus. In such times.... Its always wise to realise that; Every kind of pain,contains gain. So choose to endure, Because such times are always An opportunity to bloom and mature......
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
TOUGH TIMES