Omissilem

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[omissilem]

psalm 46:5

Contemporary English Version God is in that city, and it won't be shaken. He will help it at dawn. 

English Revised Version God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.

GOD'S WORD® Translation God is in that city. It cannot fall. God will help it at the break of dawn.

Good News Translation God is in that city, and it will never be destroyed; at early dawn he will come to its aid.

[omissilem]

Philippians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

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“Sometimes not telling people anything is a good thing.”

— Jason Myers

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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting the rest of our lives.”

— Lemony Snicket; The Ersatz Elevator

[omissilem]

not ai, not created for monetization or search optimization, just real life, real people, real hope and healing.

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“I’m exhausted from trying to be stronger than I feel.”

— Unknown

[omissilem]

may 2, 2025 thoughts

i’ve always been sensitive.

no shame, i can take the flame

and not be fazed

more like,

forged.

i used to think this was some kind of flaw

i feel too much

i can’t forget

or fake, or numb it

i’ve learned i’m to transform it

take it in and rearrange it

senses extended

no longer offended

unbroken, just bending

rooted in hope

citizen of heaven

[omissilem]

writing flow-january 16, 2017

A flow written about the sky and the spark. Don’t remember what inspired it. Heh

one autumn day the sky decided

he was tired of the cycles of time

that he disliked how it passed by Him

the noise and the restless tides

He felt invisible and uninspired

and decided He would now rest

he banished the warmth away,

so the air would not rise and stay 

he then scattered the flock of clouds

to the wild heavens beyond the sea

he folded his hands, closed his windows

and covered the fields with a silence

it was gentle and total, slowly 

loneliness crept in like a veil

like snowflakes upon a traveling spark befell

melting into tears, it smothered her

and left her cut off, left to dim

so there she sat, unable to dance

for her breath the sky had taken

all alone, frozen of all motion

barely an ember she yearned

to fight, but her strength subsided

so she

dimmed down peacefully

and so quiet,

she sat within the earth 

her eyes cast aside 

and resigned.

time passed by and she dreamed of home 

of the light and vibrance

without the spark, the field grew cold

and the wind ceased to glide

the air grew stifling, the veil covered 

everything, 

and left was the sky and the lonely horizon

without the breeze the birds moved away

along with the bees and their songs 

rendered the sound all around lifeless

the earth cracked the earth dry, 

the grass grew tired and ceased to climb

the roses closed their buds and lost their sweet smells

the vines shrunk into bony husks

the sight was like a graveyard

with no names or remembrances of who lie there

distressed and grieved, the sky repentant

searched the heaven for her help

but heaven held her breath defiant

the sky felt numb, without a life to guard 

a purpose, and felt remorseful

He looked down and searched around

calling out to the spark he choked

and imprisoned

Humbly he asked for her help

and her kindness she obliged Him.

hey little spark, if you may help me

ill trade you your warmth for my breath

ill give you this forever, so you may blaze anywhere

ill give you the winds to carry you on

and you can swell according to your wishes

i know now your light is the life to the cycle

your warmth turns the atmosphere,

your heat brings down the waters

your light feeds my fields, and calls the birds

calls the bees to fly and song

and provides my land with vibrance

i know now i am not alone, and i need you, dear 

spark, to complete my reason

little spark, little seed of the stars

i’ve come to love and won’t leave you

be my light and ill be your heavens

whenever you’re alone, 

and feel its just you and the stars

feel my glance upon your flames

and know i am there 

[omissilem]

where did my words go? they tried to fit in, and lost their heartbeat.

wake up pls

[moonlitmourningjournal]

[quietdissidentlyricist]

If my life must/be shed

(Into or beyond)

I’m not trying to take on too much

For all these leaves may just dry up

I’m branching out,

Just not to far

Why do so much it dies?

The fall’s not what terrifies

It’s failure to establish roots

And how to identify

My purpose, role,

My sought-for fruit

By chasing what’s not mine….

[surfersofbole]

If my life be shed,

I could bear a strong facade,

but all in me would perish

lest you put your truss in me

to give structure to my roof.

[quietdissidentlyricist]

If my life be shed

I’d set a foundation

Anchored deep in Jest

Far Enuff to support additions

(To top rhymes wit)

…

(Thanks for dropping by with a w-inking!

Out of curiosity-

Are you still on that potato, or did something happen to it? 🥔 🤔 )

[omissilem]

let thy will be done in me

[bambistjames]

non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc

[omissilem]

same for melodies. they are the most skilled at being elusive

[omissilem]

quick flow for today

When my head and the internet have overcome me,

when no words, nor food,

or anything I can do can console me,

I look to your word, and find everything put right again.

You give me correction, and at first it stings,

but it gives the way to resolve,

oh my Father, my God, you are all that I need.

Psalm 119 is a must read for anyone seeking. God's promises are true.

[omissilem]

I have this incredibly stubborn inner villian,

a inverted twin, of sorts.

she matches my resilience with unrelenting interrogation, distraction, sabotage.

why do I do that?

with each new blessing I receive,

new whispers sowing doubt creep in from new sides.

there are times, too many times,

it does get to me.

the emotions, the anxiety causes me to shrink down, and my compass gets jostled.

sometimes into a full spin.

it’s never pleasant, always regretful.

deep down, I yearn to be aligned with Him, searching for more understanding.

I find peace when I can reach that sweet surrender in His plan.

Im not mature yet, still goofing up.

I don’t reject it.

I admit I need more refinement. more humility, more patience.

if this what it takes, I’m in for it.

fall down six times, get up seven. right?

[omissilem]

studying late night alchemy. decoding the magic of music. 30 years late, i know.

[dduane]

(via the author, at the Ex Bird place)

[feminist-space]

Tweet by Joseph Fasano:

"I first wrote this on the back of a student's paper, and two weeks later he turned in a paper about an issue he really cared about. It earned an A.

For a Student Who Used AI to Write a Paper

Now I send it back into your own hands.

I hear you. I know this life is hard now.

I know your days are precious on this earth.

But what are you trying to be free of?

The living? The miraculous task of it?

Love is for the ones who love the work.

-Joseph Fasano"

Second tweet by Joseph Fasano:

"For the record, I believe in stillness, contemplation, & not needing to "work" or prove anything in moments of pure being. Perhaps my poem is misunderstood by some. It's not about drudgery or homework. It's about learning a life lesson when you get addicted to shortcuts. It's saying that if you get too attached to that trick, you'll make similar mistakes when it really matters: love."

Reply tweet by Debora Ewing:

"this is so true, and gets to the heart of the Al issue: for WHAT are you trying to make your work easier? what are you going to do with the brain cells you didn't engage?"

Reply by Joseph Fasano:

Heart emoji. Candle emoji.

[omissilem]

reblog, retweet forever. don’t let creativity die. This is the glorious capacity the creator gave is what makes us human, what makes us powerful. if we surrender this faculty to ai, then we will become subservient to our own creation.

[spectral-rise-deactivated202504]

Do you ever read someone's text online and your brain automatically creates a voice in your head despite the fact you have never heard the voice of the person? It's as if your imagination is trying to humanize the digital words, to give them a "face" and a tone that resonates with you... Am I crazy?