I have been falling of the edges again. How many times do you hit the ground till you get used to hard ground hitting your body. How many times you get lost in dark just to know that it changes with time even if not to light, but it does change and you can breathe differently. I am waiting for moment that will set me free. I am wishing on stars once again. I hope their kindness find me so that i can move with ease. I no longer wish to drag myself in life. I want to run free.
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Daily Tanka Poems - Hopeless
Times I feel hopeless
Try to grasp a rope not there
Till I turn my eyes
Gaze at the one who gives hope
Who gives rest when I’m weary
The one called Jesus
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The Jester King and his Harlot
Clowns they balance
Their bodies on the trapeze
Their bells avoiding silence
As they swing away with ease
The King of Clowns
He looks down upon me
He does no frowns
That huge smile I see
“You’re a clown too.”
He’s not wrong, I presume.
“So what do I do?”
I ask, not wanting to assume.
“Oh, I’ve been there millions of times!
What clown doesn’t rhyme?
But every madman has his vice,
so let me give you my advice.
Claim your pick,
Don’t let time tick
You pretty thing
Wanna be my fling?”
I looked up at him,
He was huge and
Despite that, he seemed vim
So I held his hand.
“Good choice, Sheila.”
He kissed me,
his breath tasted like tequila
I loved it, how could this be?
Glass the house of the hypocrite,
Bet you won’t find a bigger hit
Bitter bit
Appeal and bid on it
“Join my circus, be my slut,
I promise you a good cut!
Warn ya, you won’t be my glut
s’long’s there’s pep in that strut!
I like my whores obedient
But I can be lenient
You seem inexperienced
That’s ok, just don’t be deviant.”
I looked at his circus
Trying to find my purpose
And a place to fit
Knowing acceptance meant submit.
“I’ll take it
How else would I make it?”
I’ll just practice my mannerisms
Until I lose my rhythms.
And thus I start!
“Jump, Harlot!
Hop, Harlot!
Swing, Harlot
Spin, Harlot!”
And, being inferior,
I obey him. Superior
I’m fuking tired of being polite
It’s a fruitless plight.
So out of spite,
I’ll be the Jester King’s slut tonight!
He’ll hold my hips
Fuck me over, backwards, and in the splits
Say “Get up and turn around,
Sot fucking hands on the ground.”
And I’ll trick myself into thinking
He loves me by drinking
Greed wants sex
Avaritia Rex
A poem on the need for attention and fame! I’ve always seen the concept of greed as this huge Clown King! And Jesters are just royal clowns, so a jester king was most definitely the metaphor I was going for.
This poem is mostly about how greed can consume you and lead you to exploiting yourself if you’re not careful. It’s something I’ve been reflecting on lately!
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Never Separate
Nothing can separate me
from my God
nay, not the darkest trials
for Light always prevails.
I am enfolded in radiant love.
His presence never wavers
never fails
I am never alone.
Open your hearts, Dear Ones
to receive He Who Created All.
His love is everlasting
rejoice for the Lord
calls us “Beloved.”
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i think our caterpillar phases are so uncomfortable on purpose… so that we know we're not meant to stay in them. there's that relentless ache for something more so that we just can't give up until we grow our wings.
- butterflies rising
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Boxes of Hope
You’d never expect for the sun to rise from the west
But if you close your eyes
You can pretend North is South
West is East
That the sun prompts darkness
And that the moon prompts light
You’d never expect for roses to bloom in winter
But winter roses exist and beyond your ill-wishing
They bloom
They blossom
And thrive in the cold
For if you close your eyes a little
And wish
And hope
And believe
Whether in the impossible
Or the improbable of life
One day they will come to you
True
And
Beyond the crater of your imagination
For in this box
There is sorrow
There is greed
There is death
There is madness
But most of all
There is hope
The hope in within you
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I made a poem about someone(I put the name at the end) and it's kind of hard to read so I'll just retype it here:
"Her golden skin, hair and eyes was the reason for the name she was given. It's true, her hair, skin and eyes were very similar-looking to the color of gold. But, it wasn't just the outside, but also the inside. She was very adventurous, extroverted and joyful. But, it was all just to cover up the spot of rust not only from the world, but also herself because it would reveal that it is only Pyrite, aka fake/fools gold. For if she had, she would be shamed and outcasted like a drop of blood on a newly made wedding dress. Even though red was also her favorite color because her favorite food was an apple. But even apples can be golden after you bite into them, but when they turn too golden they dry and are thrown out to a new place. Just like how she loved to travel. And after all this, the golden name she was given was only based on her looks but still fits her personality if you look deep enough. And that name is not very much used for children nowadays, but is still very well-known to them. The name of gold, Goldilocks.”
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Expectations are something we all try to live up to
We try to be clean,
We try to get that mark,
We try to be good friends,
But that’s perfect,
None of us are perfect,
We all have bad things about us,
I may be math,
It may be choosing the right path
So,
If you are messy, failing or had a fallen out
WE ARE HUMAN
LIVE YOUR LIFE
NOT YOUR MUMS, NOT THAT PERSON ON THE INTERNET
𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈
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In the quiet corners of a willing heart,
Love lingers where it never did start.
A silent dance with a ghost in the room,
A rose that yearned, but never to bloom.
Chasing the echoes of a tender maybe,
In a world where "us" was never to be.
Grappling with a feeling so blind, so pure,
For a heart that was never unsure.
A one-sided tale, a solo flight,
Grasping for shadows in the depth of night.
The truth cuts deep, a familiar pain,
Loving someone who'll never love you the same.
Yet there's beauty in the love that's stayed,
In the silent fortress, privately made.
For even unreturned, love does not cease,
In its own space, it finds its peace.
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Poem - Bangtan
The abounding girls that follow you,
Including me too..
Are way too crazy for you!
You are my definition of perfection
For you got the duality.. and now
I don't wanna get out of this heavenly captivity
Unaware of my existence, you love me too
More than anyone else could do!
For there are a lot of people out there..
Who pretend like they care.. while they don't
Probably you're the only one, who understands me..
Then how does it matter if you live beyond the sea?!
For you take me to a different world
To the - 'magic shop'
To let me know what is self love
To help me keep my priorities above!
Maybe I need you just the way
The moon needs the sea-
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Daily Tanka Poem - Calendar
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On the kitchen wall
Hangs a year long calendar
My wife’s marking spot
For all things to come along
The events yet to happen
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Fear--A Tool of Darkness
Fear is a dark spirit
placed in our hearts
to keep us from doing
God’s Will.
God calls us to do
the impossible.
We quake in fear
until we realize
He also provides whatever
we need to do His work.
You can ask that your fear
be removed.
Dear Lord, please change
my fear to faith.
Pray this prayer until
you again feel God’s presence
and know He will make
the impossible possible.
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there’s something
about the way dawn whispers
“so much is out there waiting”
that keeps my dreams breathing…
there’s just a way
that morning carries hope.
- butterflies rising
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When you see only one set of footprints, it’s because Jesus is carrying you! #neveralone 💜
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