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"wonderfulness" poems
Behind the building, a one hundred percent green certified building an amazing feat of engineering-science-forward thinking fabulously energy efficient cutting edge building sit solar panels in the sweltering heat, extra heat from the toxic clouds in the sky which now envelop the Earth There, under the panels sit a small band of sheep, who represent the last little bit of progressive wonderfulness visionary design and research based and proven and the future because they eat the grass and there is no need to use toxic fume producing loud unnatural unsustainable lawn mower But the grass is long dead. It is just white and yellow and there are lambs baby sheep who sit and pant underneath the sustainable solar panels without a decent meal in sight. Only stalks and yellow deadness I suggest vitamins or supplements after all there is no grass, only grass out that is watered sustainably and is carefully fenced off from the living sheep underneath the dead panels behind the dead building. Outrage from the forward thinking cutting edge Wi-Fi custodians of the cement and metal building and panels, panels that emit a high pitched hum from a hot metal box and regulate the CO2 in each room automatically The sheep are there to eat the grass if you feed them, even to make them healthier so that they may get up out of their hot suffering and eat some stalks in addition to a little bit of supplemental feed they will not eat the dead grass, and they are there to eat the grass they are not there to be comfortable or healthy they are just sheep But sheep are only living non human feeling beings and not part of the forward thinking cutting edge metal and cement technology that is worth a lot of money and was written up in the paper and got the custodians attention and recognition. And they are just suffering, hot, miserable animals and despite all of our technology, Mars landing solar panels to electricity advance thinking technological wonders our compassion and empathy remain tight and selfish and the dead things, not the living ones, are what we value
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Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 9:43 PM UTC
A Sheep's Work Ethic
Behind the building, a one hundred percent green certified building an amazing feat of engineering-science-forward thinking fabulously energy efficient cutting edge building sit solar panels in the sweltering heat, extra heat from the toxic clouds in the sky which now envelop the Earth There, under the panels sit a small band of sheep, who represent the last little bit of progressive wonderfulness visionary design and research based and proven and the future because they eat the grass and there is no need to use toxic fume producing loud unnatural unsustainable lawn mower But the grass is long dead. It is just white and yellow and there are lambs baby sheep who sit and pant underneath the sustainable solar panels without a decent meal in sight. Only stalks and yellow deadness I suggest vitamins or supplements after all there is no grass, only grass out that is watered sustainably and is carefully fenced off from the living sheep underneath the dead panels behind the dead building. Outrage from the forward thinking cutting edge Wi-Fi custodians of the cement and metal building and panels, panels that emit a high pitched hum from a hot metal box and regulate the CO2 in each room automatically The sheep are there to eat the grass if you feed them, even to make them healthier so that they may get up out of their hot suffering and eat some stalks in addition to a little bit of supplemental feed they will not eat the dead grass, and they are there to eat the grass they are not there to be comfortable or healthy they are just sheep But sheep are only living non human feeling beings and not part of the forward thinking cutting edge metal and cement technology that is worth a lot of money and was written up in the paper and got the custodians attention and recognition. And they are just suffering, hot, miserable animals and despite all of our technology, Mars landing solar panels to electricity advance thinking technological wonders our compassion and empathy remain tight and selfish and the dead things, not the living ones, are what we value
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I don't know quite what to say But I'll start with the basics. I love you And I want to be forever yours I love thinking about us Our future I love imagining the smile on the face Of our future child I miss you at night When I'm all alone in bed And I dream of a day Where I can kiss you good-night When I first lost you I wanted the ability to fly So I could scour the Earth for you But now I don't wanna fly But sometimes I want telepathy So I can read your mind And well I love you And I love what you think Especially when you look at me With that shimmer in your eye. And darling I love you For everything that you are Everything that your not And all the wonderfulness you make me feel.
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Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
Superhero Man Of Love
slight smile knowing, yet intrigued by the wonderfulness of life that seems dreamlike to be real; by the inkling of a poem that’s like a baby refusing to leave its womb; by the sparks that fly at the thought of your lover. just a slight smile knowing, yet intrigued, when billions of volts of electricity transport the smiler to a world that exists but not really.
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May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
knowing, but intrigued
Old story man goes to work woman stays at home sounds like a downer for the woman it can’t be Further from the truth and women are as great in the work place but man can’t or at least be as Successful in the home he is an initiator she fulfills only woman can tilt her head and smile its radiant a Guy would look goofy he is the essential steel but for feel the greatest need of human kind the woman Delivers her voice is power it addresses in the most cogent she is natural man will have to work hard and Then still possibly blow his top the woman knows the courses that are obvious and all so the subtle Those that disarm gain with a style that everyone appreciates a taste a flair that is winsome you free fall Into luxuriant grace that lifts you both to a place of nobility it’s all natural she possess riches that are Uncommon but they pass without notice because she presents simple promise uncomplicated available An open what is there to resist you’re in her natural element no wonder they have been called blessed They use the blessed to maneuver their the most gifted creature for the fact of completing man that Enriches herself to build others where they fall short what greatness dwells there in simple acts she can Be breath taking just by kicking off her shoes putting on a man’s shirt how stunning again you see the Flow she is given power of exactness don’t believe let a woman walk by se what I mean they carry Unspoken magic that can’t be duplicated you can only say thank you Heavenly Father where would I be and how incomplete I would be without her in my life well that’s my ode to the wonderfulness Of womanhood so many abuse cheapen and disallow the greatest gift man was ever given
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Woman Completes
Old story man goes to work woman stays at home sounds like a downer for the woman it can’t be Further from the truth and women are as great in the work place but man can’t or at least be as Successful in the home he is an initiator she fulfills only woman can tilt her head and smile its radiant a Guy would look goofy he is the essential steel but for feel the greatest need of human kind the woman Delivers her voice is power it addresses in the most cogent she is natural man will have to work hard and Then still possibly blow his top the woman knows the courses that are obvious and all so the subtle Those that disarm gain with a style that everyone appreciates a taste a flair that is winsome you free fall Into luxuriant grace that lifts you both to a place of nobility it’s all natural she possess riches that are Uncommon but they pass without notice because she presents simple promise uncomplicated available An open what is there to resist you’re in her natural element no wonder they have been called blessed They use the blessed to maneuver their the most gifted creature for the fact of completing man that Enriches herself to build others where they fall short what greatness dwells there in simple acts she can Be breath taking just by kicking off her shoes putting on a man’s shirt how stunning again you see the Flow she is given power of exactness don’t believe let a woman walk by se what I mean they carry Unspoken magic that can’t be duplicated you can only say thank you Heavenly Father where would I be and how incomplete I would be without her in my life well that’s my ode to the wonderfulness Of womanhood so many abuse cheapen and disallow the greatest gift man was ever given
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Woman Completes Old story man goes to work woman stays at home sounds like a downer for the woman it can’t be Further from the truth and women are as great in the work place but man can’t or at least be as Successful in the home he is an initiator she fulfills only woman can tilt her head and smile its radiant a Guy would look goofy he is the essential steel but for feel the greatest need of human kind the woman Delivers her voice is power it addresses in the most cogent she is natural man will have to work hard and Then still possibly blow his top the woman knows the courses that are obvious and all so the subtle Those that disarm gain with a style that everyone appreciates a taste a flair that is winsome you free fall Into luxuriant grace that lifts you both to a place of nobility it’s all natural she possess riches that are Uncommon but they pass without notice because she presents simple promise uncomplicated available An open what is there to resist you’re in her natural element no wonder they have been called blessed They use the blessed to maneuver their the most gifted creature for the fact of completing man that Enriches herself to build others where they fall short what greatness dwells there in simple acts she can Be breath taking just by kicking off her shoes putting on a man’s shirt how stunning again you see the Flow she is given power of exactness don’t believe let a woman walk by se what I mean they carry Unspoken magic that can’t be duplicated you can only say thank you Heavenly Father where would I be and how incomplete I would be without her in my life well that’s my ode to the wonderfulness Of womanhood so many abuse cheapen and disallow the greatest gift man was ever given
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
Woman Completes
Woman Completes Old story man goes to work woman stays at home sounds like a downer for the woman it can’t be Further from the truth and women are as great in the work place but man can’t or at least be as Successful in the home he is an initiator she fulfills only woman can tilt her head and smile its radiant a Guy would look goofy he is the essential steel but for feel the greatest need of human kind the woman Delivers her voice is power it addresses in the most cogent she is natural man will have to work hard and Then still possibly blow his top the woman knows the courses that are obvious and all so the subtle Those that disarm gain with a style that everyone appreciates a taste a flair that is winsome you free fall Into luxuriant grace that lifts you both to a place of nobility it’s all natural she possess riches that are Uncommon but they pass without notice because she presents simple promise uncomplicated available An open what is there to resist you’re in her natural element no wonder they have been called blessed They use the blessed to maneuver their the most gifted creature for the fact of completing man that Enriches herself to build others where they fall short what greatness dwells there in simple acts she can Be breath taking just by kicking off her shoes putting on a man’s shirt how stunning again you see the Flow she is given power of exactness don’t believe let a woman walk by se what I mean they carry Unspoken magic that can’t be duplicated you can only say thank you Heavenly Father where would I be and how incomplete I would be without her in my life well that’s my ode to the wonderfulness Of womanhood so many abuse cheapen and disallow the greatest gift man was ever given
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Left enchanted by unseen wonderfulness, Intangible attributes could hold so much power And yes, naked eyes won't see such easily Peculiar taste in beauty shall all we differ Like a diamond in gold rush, worthy but unwanted.
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
Peculiar taste
I mustn't rely On someone like you To make me feel like a loved somebody again. That kind of request Of your kind of wonderfulness Is not fair. To be wasted on my kind of longingness.
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Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 11:07 PM UTC
Ignore how my arms want you.
my love i miss you so much i can not express it in words i miss our giggles and coffee dates and nonlebian/lesbian hand holding our loudness our singing a and awesome dancing i miss taking pictures and smiling our moments of stupidity i miss all of your wonderfulness with love
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
My love
Wait. And wait. And wait a month and then another month... His Royal Importance will deign to see you now ...for a brief moment or two ....And you will politely listen to him go on and on about himself      feigning interest      'til you are dismissed       grateful for the audience before His Wonderfulness. His Imperial Pretentiousness is available to put you in your place... to make you feel small and unnecessary and superfluous and taken for granted. Make your humblest obeisance before him when entering his August Presence.     Kiss his ring as if it were his busy behind, wondering all the while why you remain so stupidly devoted.
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
My Too-busy Buddy
May I just say, I thank God every day for giving me the ability to feel and give love with my whole heart. I am so grateful that every time something virtuous happens in my life, I can appreciate it and grasp the wonderfulness with complete emotion. I think this is the one thing I am most blessed with. But it is also the one thing that I am cursed with Not only does my heart feel love and care with its entirety, it also feels sadness and fear to an extreme level, which unfortunately is a much stronger emotion than love. I intensely and deeply feel pain to the point where it overcomes every part of my mind, body and soul. Im scared of how much I can feel...
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
May I Just Say...
midnight diamonds, winds in the south, sun traveled southbound, you see, you lingered in some subtle guises when you’re mine, yet you’re gone. the stars stud my heavens, hot and flickering, the wind embraces me - these spark some painful thoughts i never told anybody. these remind me that somewhere out there i too reappear in your mind for a while, and this is when i beg the most: for you never to forget my gentle feelings, and my timid cold fingers. i know at best i could be only your afterthought, my dear, and i am learning to live with this, i am learning to live with this fact that you’re letting me slip away. you’re with me ‘till this ends, ‘till i have transcended the agony of naive wonderfulness. and i can live with your ghost, these ruins of relics. you’re with me, my sweetheart, ‘till i’m mended and be brave enough to open up to a new soul.
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC
afterthought
The sky shines so bright Its radiance a wonder in its own right Its ray touching everything in its path Bouncing off my face Making it glow with aspiration I look up blinded by its face in awe by its power Its energy an inspiration to my very soul Captured by its beauty i bask in its wonderfulness Thinking what would it be like To live in pure darkness Without the presence of the mighty sun It is the center of our world Without it we would be lost It controls our waking hour and mood So pleasant but so dangerous Never to be conquer Always out of reach QNA
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Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 12:05 PM UTC
The Sun
I ponder amongst the wonderfulness of your mind as I try to focus deep into your eyes, I hope I'm surprised by the thought of you thinking about myself, stop squinting please? Let me see the gleam, a little wider so that I can see the dream. As I look down year 2-3 from now. I see you and me, wait don't even blink, without interruptions there's nothing that can destruct us. As you lay down with me pressed on top of you, joyous tears fall to your ears. I see my assuring reflection, smile for awhile, while I swipe at the two tracks of wetness. You tell me that you adore my cleverness, I tell you that when I gaze through your frames I see the foreverness
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Never been caught by surprise
Even if it's lost, Hold on, A little longer, It's just a passing tide. Even if it's empty, Hold on, To the thoughts and hopes Of wonderfulness, Tomorrow could bring.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
Passing tide
You are my dream man And even when we Were young I knew My heart would Whisper each night *He's the one He is your true love* And I smiled at the thought For you were and are my best friend And now to be yours I see how right My heart always was Because you make life worth while You make every bad moment Every tear Every cut Every sad thought Worth while I awaken each day With a smiling face Knowing I'm yours Looking into those eyes And seeing your love It completes me I love you For you are my soul mate You are my best friend You are my lover My fiancée My one true love And one day You will be my husband And I'll sleep peacefully each night Knowing I am forever yours Knowing I'm your wife And that our struggle Has all been so Worth all the wonderfulness that has yet to come But that I know deep in my heart will.
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
Every Breath
A couple of years ago I learned the worse thing someone could do Every single person wants to be better than the other As we envy the greater ones And get angry at the ones who attempt to be better But never work at it So we compare ourselves to each other Never growing to our own full potiental We could be so much more And you, you could shake the world with your wonderfulness if you only stopped comparing yourself to someone else
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Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
Well
This love is as a sickness Taking her long days In dread and drudge; Thinking of him Who made her ill And broke at heart, His wonderfulness; His being there And now not; His scent of manliness; His deep-set eyes; The lips waiting for her In some foreign port, Amongst other girls Less half her age, More beautiful And not so scarce Or moral bound. If only he was present now, To have and hold, To kiss and love, And bring sweet Between her arms and legs; And no more dream of him In nights of woe Or self relieving hands The pleasures seek, But he there beside her Kissing warm, hot holds, Tingling touches, Tight embraces, If only he was there, And not elsewhere With other girls Of tender age and touch. Why did she love at all? Why love so much?
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
THIS LOVE IS AS A SICKNESS. (OLD POEM)
i thought i wanted you the romance and love and i do but we had it it was lovely for a week and then the world came apart bit by bit you were never able to give not completely now we’re friends and i thought I wouldn’t be able to deal i thought my heart would feel never feel whole again but i think of you and i still smile i think of you and your wonderfulness and im so full of love maybe you’ll never be with me again and maybe thats ok because at least you’ll be in my life at all and that’s enough you are always enough
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
being enough
I feel odd. No, odd couldn't possibly describe how I feel at this moment. Its frustration mixed with gleefulness. Tears paired with a smile. My muted lips listening to my screaming mind. I feel a joyous-sadness, like I could dance at wakes or mourn for a birth. Beating hearts seem to have stopped as I shriek for undying love. The stars glow a colourful darkness and the planets rotate in a square. I ascend from hell's cotton-candy clouds and climb from the depths of heaven. To love is to sin and to hate is what they praise. My trees uproot themselves to find a place to drown. The weeds are what I desire and flowers are a disgrace. You, my dear, have caused earthquakes to shake my sturdy world and nothing is as I thought it was. {if only you could feel this unease too. but alas, this cannot be. even if the brazen skies overhead became a maddening red with the ocean of darkness made from our galaxy's shadow spilling between newly found holes in our atmosphere; even if the laws of gravity made us fall from above and down towards the dark soil of this earth whose seeds are planted with the intent of dishonesty plaguing the lives of all those who dance on the ground; even if our bodies ceased to exist from this reality, so that you could no longer see my nervous glances and flushed cheeks, and the thoughts of each other were the only ideas that drifted between the turning planets and flickering stars; you will never love me. i know that there is no love that you can give to me. that there is no unease when you think of me. kisses from my desperate lips will never smother yours nor shall our fingers adore how they entwined perfectly between the spaces of our rough hands. yes, you bring a certain kind of wonderfulness to my life, one that allows me to carry a radiant smile but you have brought a certain kind of pain too, one that is the cause of clenched hearts and glassy eyed teens trying to keep the darkness from their minds.} I wonder, {i wonder,} is this what first love feels like? {is this what an unrequited love feels like?} I hope {i truly hope that one day} you feel this love too. {you'll feel this pain too.}
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
To my {first} love
I feel odd. No, odd couldn't possibly describe how I feel at this moment. Its frustration mixed with gleefulness. Tears paired with a smile. My muted lips listening to my screaming mind. I feel a joyous-sadness, like I could dance at wakes or mourn for a birth. Beating hearts seem to have stopped as I shriek for undying love. The stars glow a colourful darkness and the planets rotate in a square. I ascend from hell's cotton-candy clouds and climb from the depths of heaven. To love is to sin and to hate is what they praise. My trees uproot themselves to find a place to drown. The weeds are what I desire and flowers are a disgrace. You, my dear, have caused earthquakes to shake my sturdy world and nothing is as I thought it was. {if only you could feel this unease too. but alas, this cannot be. even if the brazen skies overhead became a maddening red with the ocean of darkness made from our galaxy's shadow spilling between newly found holes in our atmosphere; even if the laws of gravity made us fall from above and down towards the dark soil of this earth whose seeds are planted with the intent of dishonesty plaguing the lives of all those who dance on the ground; even if our bodies ceased to exist from this reality, so that you could no longer see my nervous glances and flushed cheeks, and the thoughts of each other were the only ideas that drifted between the turning planets and flickering stars; you will never love me. i know that there is no love that you can give to me. that there is no unease when you think of me. kisses from my desperate lips will never smother yours nor shall our fingers adore how they entwined perfectly between the spaces of our rough hands. yes, you bring a certain kind of wonderfulness to my life, one that allows me to carry a radiant smile but you have brought a certain kind of pain too, one that is the cause of clenched hearts and glassy eyed teens trying to keep the darkness from their minds.} I wonder, {i wonder,} is this what first love feels like? {is this what an unrequited love feels like?} I hope {i truly hope that one day} you feel this love too. {you'll feel this pain too.}
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Seeing you Feeling any Inch of your presence Has always moved me So here I am Feeling you around me Our history Floating memories That never dissipate And I cry As I always do When I feel you this close I cry and I smile For all the wonderfulness You gave me Thank you For every moment.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
Glad I let you in.
I looked in the mirror and what did I see, yet a little old woman peering back at me. With packs and sage and wrinkles and wispy white hair and I asked my appearance, how could you arrive? You used to be straight and incredible and now you're stooped and feeble - when I made a decent attempt to shield you from turning into a collectible. My appearance's eyes twinkled and she gravely answered, 'You're taking a gander at the blessing wrap and not the gem inside'- - a living pearl and valuable of un-envisioned worth, one of a kind and genuine the genuine you, the main you on earth. The years that ruin your blessing wrap with different things more savage ought to filter and fortify and clean up that gem. So concentrate your consideration within, not the out- - on being kinder, smarter, more substance and more dedicated. At that point, when your blessing wrap is stripped away, your gem will be without set - to transmit God's wonderfulness, all through endlessness.
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
Reflection Eye
It is that something extra that preserves the Ordinary-that loses nothing of the common Place but adds adds to it the magic that is Inherent in it. That it is wonderful, that it Is the most great wonderfulness there is Because it is a greatness that gives itself Not to a small select few but to every Experience that we have. It is an over- Flowing fountain spilling glory on all in The recognition of God in all and all in God. Such was the coming of the Holy Spirit to the disciples-The Gift of knowing The all encompassing Truth that filled Them with such glory it seemed that they Were possessed by a drunken madness.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
The Gift of the Extra-Ordinary
to you, i know you are sick and i know you are dying. i know it is scary but i do not want you to be scared. i know this through my psychiatrist, who told me a couple of weeks ago, i do not know the date but i know it was a tuesday. in telling me, the words felt like splinters, slowly piercing their way into the walls of my heart. that tuesday was not just a day of the week. it felt like no one is living it but me, and, that somehow the day was mine and no longer belonged to anyone else. it wasn't a day of the week. it was a day that belonged to me. my heart was throbbing as the splinters sank deeper, some more painful than others. i allowed myself to feel like that. i let myself hurt and be sad and feel, because you taught me that feelings are a beautiful thing and must be felt and must be acknowledged. you helped me to learn their importance. you showed me how to take my anxiety and panic and turn it into an emotion that just needed to be noticed and felt, and to acknowledge its presence, and to treat that presence calmly and peacefully. to tell the panic and anxiety it was okay. when they were okay, i was okay. that tuesday i did the same thing to my pain. but i realised this was not the way i wanted to grieve you. you are not my anxiety nor my panic. i could not tend toward the habit i have for processing negativity. i could not affiliate your positivity and wonderfulness with all the negative ******** that goes on inside my head, because you are love and solace. you are support and comfort. i have since turned the splinters into seeds that will forever grow within and around my heart, with the piercings in its wall giving them the space to do so. i did not know i could turn such pain into such beauty, but it seems as though i can. thank you for helping me to get here. i know a considerable length of time has passed since i last saw and spoke to you, but i think you proud of me. i want you to know that i am strong and i am proud of the person i am today. you have been a ray of hope in the sunlight that has allowed my garden to grow, much like the many lives of others you have touched. i know that the purpose of therapy is not to find a solution or an answer to the problems we encounter, but to give the space in which we can learn and help come to the realisation that we, ourselves, want to find these solutions. it is where we learn to know we are enough. and not through others telling us we are, but us. we learn to know that. it is not the therapists that make us better. they are more important than that because they help make us want to be better. and that is what you give, and it is beautiful. the seeds are planted in my heart, where you will bloom and blossom in the garden of my soul. from the very depths of my heart, i wish you all the strength and love you have given me. from, me
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Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
to you
to you, i know you are sick and i know you are dying. i know it is scary but i do not want you to be scared. i know this through my psychiatrist, who told me a couple of weeks ago, i do not know the date but i know it was a tuesday. in telling me, the words felt like splinters, slowly piercing their way into the walls of my heart. that tuesday was not just a day of the week. it felt like no one is living it but me, and, that somehow the day was mine and no longer belonged to anyone else. it wasn't a day of the week. it was a day that belonged to me. my heart was throbbing as the splinters sank deeper, some more painful than others. i allowed myself to feel like that. i let myself hurt and be sad and feel, because you taught me that feelings are a beautiful thing and must be felt and must be acknowledged. you helped me to learn their importance. you showed me how to take my anxiety and panic and turn it into an emotion that just needed to be noticed and felt, and to acknowledge its presence, and to treat that presence calmly and peacefully. to tell the panic and anxiety it was okay. when they were okay, i was okay. that tuesday i did the same thing to my pain. but i realised this was not the way i wanted to grieve you. you are not my anxiety nor my panic. i could not tend toward the habit i have for processing negativity. i could not affiliate your positivity and wonderfulness with all the negative ******** that goes on inside my head, because you are love and solace. you are support and comfort. i have since turned the splinters into seeds that will forever grow within and around my heart, with the piercings in its wall giving them the space to do so. i did not know i could turn such pain into such beauty, but it seems as though i can. thank you for helping me to get here. i know a considerable length of time has passed since i last saw and spoke to you, but i think you proud of me. i want you to know that i am strong and i am proud of the person i am today. you have been a ray of hope in the sunlight that has allowed my garden to grow, much like the many lives of others you have touched. i know that the purpose of therapy is not to find a solution or an answer to the problems we encounter, but to give the space in which we can learn and help come to the realisation that we, ourselves, want to find these solutions. it is where we learn to know we are enough. and not through others telling us we are, but us. we learn to know that. it is not the therapists that make us better. they are more important than that because they help make us want to be better. and that is what you give, and it is beautiful. the seeds are planted in my heart, where you will bloom and blossom in the garden of my soul. from the very depths of my heart, i wish you all the strength and love you have given me. from, me
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