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@lilydragonslair
Take my hand
These sands are ever moving,
Crested waves carve the shore.
As time slowly transforms us, while
Moments and memories we storeļæ¼
Salt-kissed whispers hold us,
Echo our songs of laughter,
In hasty snapshots and polaroids;
Tales recalled many years after.
Sandy footprints in our hearts;
These family times and tides,
Hands held tight, growing older,
In our paradise, love abides.
Drive me mad
Mad at you
For leaving meā¦
Behind; how unkind!
Darling, (i) need you
(i) need you tonight
So please, my love,
Have a safe flight!
Just a little something from my Art blog. ļæ¼
I seek kindness
From all directions:
the wind and sky and strangers.
These places... I feel
electric storms of change
where is the man I
fell in love with?
No heat, no charge, no trust:
What do I do with being used?
I Walk in wonder
waiting for a sign.
Is it thunder?
Is it mineļ¼
Where is the one to walk
by my side?
is he kind?
Today, I am grateful for knowing this too shall pass.
Wellā¦ My poetry blog of 13 years got terminated with absolutely no warning so here I am on my back up that didnāt really have much backed up on it.
If you have poems that you have re-logged from @LilydragonsLair please send them to me so I can collect and save my work
Update!!! @lilydragonslair is baaaaaaaaack omg!!! Thank GOD! I got it restored!!!
Well, it only took two months of emailing repeatedly, but Iām back!!! I have been reinstated and next comes the process of getting the archive of all of my work downloaded off of here so that if anything ever happens again, I will not be losing everything!
Iām not ok
Iām ok Iām ok
Not really, but whatās it matter
Iām not ok
I keep trying to be
Thatās all I can do
Maybe Iām building my life
From bones I collected,
Borrowed from the skeletons
Kept deep in my closet;
Memories of a time
When life felt stacked
With odds all against me
When I was young
I prayed for faith,
For love, for wisdom.
I was told I would be given
Gifts of the spirit
If only I prayed to Godā¦
And She answered.
May the gifts of peace
Be placed before those
Whose hearts are torn,
Whose bodies are broken.
I canāt always say how,
But I know a God,
And she loves because she is.
She gives whatever is asked,
Whatever is needed.
But the road is dark to find her
And the nights are cold
But there, under the leaves
Where the pines sway
Under the canopy of clouds
Or blinking of distant galaxiesā¦
Thereās a spark of hope
Deep in a soul,
Thereās a prayer of hope
To the universal love
That holds us all.
Iām grateful for my peace in life,
The way Iāve closed the door on strife,
The way it insists upon itself,
As I gave consent to consume myself;
To continuously take a steady stance
Within my heart, not left to chance.
Iāve past carved chaos into my bones
With stress multiplied in my home
Until the day I held my ground
A hard resolve, and foot put down,
Promised my soul a deeper health,
Committed to increase my wealth.
Refusing the urge to take the bate
Where rage and anger hold debate
On who is better suited to task,
Since now for āpeaceā is all I askā¦
So here I bask in mornings solitude
And soak in my peace with gratitude.
I do my bestā¦
But some days
My flesh is a wet blanket
Wrapped tightly round my soul.
The rain soaks my skin,
And and sludge
Clings to my feet,
Weighting me down,
Building pressure on my spirit;
The fog is in my heart now.
We are far more connected
Than led to believeā¦
But believing makes acceptance,
And acceptance feels like loveā¦
And loveā¦ love we seek
To feel less alone.
But if only we could understand
Just how connected we areā¦
If we could believe the truth,
We would be free
From believing we need to be
Acceptable and lovable,
And something other than
Completely connected
To everyone and everything.
Itās all so exhausting
Trying to be
Human.
Living like something
Is happening
When my life feels like
A fucking prison
I made for me
And I keep living
In this cage of being
A human being.
I miss my friend!
Same to you!! It always brings me a smile to see your posts. Loved the recent pic with the amber and golden hues. You have such an eye for moments of beauty.
Iāll follow you
Thru dark alleyways in your heart,
In the darkest hour,
When only demons arenāt sleepingā¦
I lay beside you,
Watching you in the dark,
Finding ways
To lighten the mark.
Finding ways
To seep into your bonesā¦
It will begin.
As weāre exploring,
Weāll transcend.
Look at this moment:
I was promised a new world.
I was probably a new wordā¦
Spoken in the dark.
I am definitely
A lot of energyā¦
A lot of slow energy;
Matter.
All that matters is now.
Now I know youāre here.
Fold time, folding time,
Fold my heartā¦
Origami, sacred geometry,
Holographs and hallucinations;
A perfect metaphor
For memory.
Itās not really a recollection
Itās a collection of sensations,
Time traveling to feel
A recreation of us.
Itās a moment,
A movement;
Matter and slow energy.
The particles and quantum fields,
Qualitative properties,
And a heart beating.
I can feel you here:
Your matter, my energy,
Entanglement with you and me.
External validation
āWhen you find someone whoā¦ā
Please stop.
It doesnāt matter who you find.
At the end of the dayā¦
You have you.
At the end of the line,
You die.
And you are always alone
When you die.
No one takes that journey with you.
In the end,
Youāre the only one with you.
So you and you alone
Are the only one
Whom loyalty matters to.
