every morning I wake up
a miracle and tragedy
wrapped up in one
I should be grateful but
all I feel is exhausted
let me sleep.

A broken heart is–

a poet's greatest treasure.

I can see the angels moving side by side,
Following the movement of the cloudy heavens,
Moving endlessly to the voice of the Almighty.

With their garments as white as snow
And their wings moving to the resounding heavens,
With beautiful smiles on their faces.

— Quinn ✍️💖

Hum…. this page is blank
Wonder what I’m supposed to thank
No not thank you, what I’m thankin’ about
Thankin’ what makes me mad, makes me shout
Scrambled eggs and brains, that’s what people eat
No brains, I’ll guess I’ll put my point on repeat
I’m thankin’ hard, mind is charging double overtime
That’s a high price to pay for just a simple rhyme