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mypoeticsoul-ny · 6 months

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Yesterday and today have been very sad days for many. I hope this gives you some hope as it did me! #nevergain!

#never again #israel war #peace

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 7 months

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What do I have to say?

Not, what is the world suggesting to me

Not, what can I say about other things

But, what do I have to say? About me?

What am I saying? I’m here

Just as much as the flowers

I almost wrote about

Far less metaphysical than conceptions

Of life and death

So why is it that I’m struggling to transpose

Myself into words, why can’t I hear

What I’m saying? Why don’t I know

Myself and the wishes sleeping in my heart?

All I can hear is the world around me

Rushing, freeways and rivers of things

And people I feel identical to

Yet altogether separate from.

Removed from our stream,

Where am I?

Other than apart from you.

#poetry #words #twc #writing #life #lit #love #literature #wisdom #art

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 7 months

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Flakes

Grieving upon the crimson sky

A new beginning sets upon goodbye

Feathers floating upon wind

Butterfly has frozen, pinned

Forever to remain within the frame

One wing tarnished by alluring flame

A child broken through its life

The only thing that feels like home, is strife

Forever running from mistakes

Entranced with shiny glinting flakes

©9.09.2023 - MyPoeticSoulNy(-mps)

#poetry #words #twc #writing #life #lit #love #literature #original poetry

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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#art #beautiful

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.

For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I'm feeling most ghost-like, it is your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I'm feeling sad, it's my consolation. When I'm feeling happy, it's part of why I feel that way.

If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget, part of who I am will be gone. ~Frederick Buechner

(Book: Whistling in the Dark: A Doubter's Dictionary https://amzn.to/3Nl6Gqf)

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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Broken

I sat alone, I sat broken

Waiting for my soul to be unfrozen

Few have tried with no success

Then you came along in your beautiful dress

Darkness rose, and sunsets had fallen

Inside my mind my thoughts kept crawling

There has to be more so I thought

Turns out I was right, your love you brought

You bought my heart with your precious gaze

Purchasing my soul with your love and beautiful face

You’ve conformed my heart so sweet and tender

Taking everything I thought about love and put it in a blender

From you and your love I couldn’t run and I couldn’t hide

Been a long journey on our wild ride

Our rides not over and I hope it lasts forever

Love you to my last breath on our crazy endeavor

Crazy as it is, we found one another at last

You’re more precious than the most beautiful diamonds

Your body more beautiful than the the most exquisite islands

Your love is more valuable than the rarest of gold

Love you forever, even when we get old

You are my goddess and that is a fact

You’ve invaded every crevice of me with your loving tact

There is no yesterday or tomorrow without you and us too

Every day is a new opportunity to express my love to you

08/01/23

Artist DRN

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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Only empaths,

those who’ve sacrificed so much of themselves

they’ve got little left to give,

say things like,

“I’m selfless to a fault”.

It’s taken years for her to understand that

her greatest traits

don’t become flaws

simply because someone couldn’t appreciate them.

Her respect - something she earned herself.

Her value - in how she viewed herself.

Her time - spent on her terms.

Her energy - went only where she chose.

Her love - something she now shows herself first.

Maybe where she’s meant to be

is wherever she is,

and right now

she’s the one she’s falling for.

The world shudders at the thought of a woman

so fiercely independent, she starts taking back

what was hers all along.

It struggles to make sense of a spirit

finally sure of its strength,

no longer afflicted by casted aspersions.

They’ll wonder what changed in her.

What about her is forever altered.

Maybe she’s so for herself

there’s no room for dead weight -

less becomes more.

Maybe she’s finally becoming who she was meant to be,

the one she deserved all along.

Maybe she’s realizing how to make right

of what was never actually wrong.

J. Raymond

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Poem from The Kindred Project - Signed & Personalized copies available through the shop tag. Unsigned copies available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble

So much love.

#jraymond #thekindredproject #poetrytok #booktok #fyp #jraymondpoetry #foryou

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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maybe you weren’t the one for me but deep down I wanted you to be

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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She’s an owl-hawk at teatime

a woman, wolf of the sky

wise enough to know better

mad enough to disarm

the hunter . . .

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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Try to be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud.

Maya Angelou

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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You must understand…somethings are better after the frost, sweeter. They’re not to be touched with a tongue until the ice has sweetened them.

Perhaps this is true too of those who find love later in life—who’ve felt that chilled burn—then they too are all the sweeter for it.

—The Hollow Quiet

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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Drowning

At times it’s hard to just ignore

What’s right in front upon the floor

How short, fleeting life really is

With every hardship, every bliss

We need to grab it by the horns

Remove all prickly tiny thorns

Live every day though it is last

Forget about mistakes of past

Enjoy each moment, every smile

Sometimes a second is a while

Sometimes a year is a blink

Enjoy these glasses made of pink

For truth is bitter to accept

One’s obligations overtake

This life is short and yet we’re stuck

At times each days is filled with muck

What’s one to do but offer blood

Together drowning in the flood

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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I grew dependent, and got attached; two things I'll never do again

do again / Cole A.

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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I do not aspire to be extraordinary to the world, just to your eyes and heart, beloved mine, for only you know the whole of me, the truth of my being, the dark and light that coexist as the magic in me.

e.v.e.

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