"heedfully" poems
I met the Soul,
And she was empty.
She was exhausted, unattached.
She wandered charily,
Taking the back streets,
Not to be noticed.
She was unsaved.
Was she abused?
Was she just given up?
She walked so poor, not oneself.
"Why are you suffering?" -
I asked her heedfully.
And lo I realized:
It's my Soul herself.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC
Be still and write.
Let the fire in you become wildfire as your worries enfolds you.
Create words as if the last sentence you will produce will create greatness.
Stand firmly as the darkness slowly creeps,
let light shine upon you as you pray to the almighty however you may perceive him to be.
Walk as if the adventure will be the destination,
Run as you go unknowingly to tomorrow.
Smile as you find the peace of your mind,
laugh as you greet your heart with euphoria.
Treat people as if kindness is our only virtue,
dedicate actions thru affections.
Plant your feet into the ground,
carry each other's weight with great care.
Feel not of heroism,
but instead be heedfully compassionate.
Write like the sunset will be the last you will see today.
Give life chances as it surprises you with grace.
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC
All stately, all prime
She, who's steady, she who's fine
Heedfully, she's plodding
Yet impassioned, she's overwhelmed
Whilst covertly she's asking
Wherefore am i can't profess?
Abruptly, what's endless, she ended
Clueless, my own demise
To whomever i should be incensed?
Who would've thought she could?
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC