Chwiser

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[prcrstln]

st.valentine’s

[hel7l7]

I don’t know if I can do this again

[regis-rasputin]

“Today must be your birthday because the sun is shinning bright The clouds that are usually hiding it are now nowhere in sight The birds are singing joyfully as they go happily on their way It’s as if Mother Nature herself knew this was a very special day The day before was gloomy and the weather was pretty bad But on this day it all went away and now I don’t feel so sad My sadness was replaced with happiness that wasn’t there before Your birthday does this every year so I hope you’ll have many more Every year it has been this way since the day of your sweet birth And it’s this day that makes me appreciate my time down here on earth My friendship with you grows each year and I feel a special bond And when this day no longer shines I will know that you are gone”

— Cat Yokel found it somewhere for me

[playlistmoods]

mood #39

“feelin’ good, babe”

send me a mood and i’ll make a playlist ♡

[playlistmoods]

mood #18

“bubblegum pop”

send me a mood and i’ll make a playlist ♡

[playlistmoods]

mood #15

“take names, kick ass”

send me a mood and i’ll make a playlist ♡

[oreofeltzs]

I can't believe childhood is over

[blackcoffeedreams]

T'was a month before Christmas,

And all through the town,

People wore masks,

That covered their frown.

The frown had begun

Way back in the Spring,

When a global pandemic

Changed everything.

They called it corona,

But unlike the beer,

It didn’t bring good times,

It didn’t bring cheer.

Airplanes were grounded,

Travel was banned.

Borders were closed

Across air, sea and land.

As the world entered lockdown

To flatten the curve,

The economy halted,

And folks lost their nerve.

From March to July

We rode the first wave,

People stayed home,

They tried to behave.

When summer emerged

The lockdown was lifted.

But away from caution,

Many folks drifted.

Now it’s November

And cases are spiking,

Wave two has arrived,

Much to our disliking.

It’s true that this year

Has had sadness a plenty,

We’ll never forget

The year 2020.

And just ‘round the corner -

The holiday season,

But why be merry?

Is there even one reason?

To decorate the house

And put up the tree,

Who will see it,

No one but me.

But outside my window

The snow gently falls,

And I think to myself,

Let’s deck the halls!

So, I gather the ribbon,

The garland and bows,

As I play those old carols,

My happiness grows.

Christmas is not cancelled

And neither is hope.

If we lean on each other,

I know we can cope

-Author Unknown

[ladybugbites]

[prosebyday]

“I thought, “if I want to silence these anxious thoughts,” in the midst of a burning world, “then I must shut off my mind.” Somehow this silence was more deafening, leaving space to play through my greatest fears. News updates find their way me. Thin walls, phone screens, minimal socializing. It’s always as I start to feel stronger, when I think I can face the world again. Only to get set off by the next thing to send me cowering in the silent darkness of my room. This was the wrong strategy. I couldn’t be left alone with myself. I needed distractions. Turn away from the news and the world and the pain; turn towards fiction and art and connection. Stimulation can remind you of a life worth living. When you inevitably overhear the news from a farther room, you’ll have a strong foundation to accept it on and take it at face value. It won’t be stacked on a delicate house of cards with the weight to destroy and dismantle. Frailty makes anything hard to handle. We are all stronger than our weakest point.”

— Take a deep breath

[oreofeltzs]

Just some photos with text

Just some photos with text. 456K likes. It's more of giving wholesome feels for everyone

[wild-gyal]

T'was a month before Christmas,

And all through the town,

People wore masks,

That covered their frown.

The frown had begun

Way back in the Spring,

When a global pandemic

Changed everything.

They called it corona,

But unlike the beer,

It didn’t bring good times,

It didn’t bring cheer.

Contagious and deadly,

This virus spread fast,

Like a wildfire that starts

When fueled by gas.

Airplanes were grounded,

Travel was banned.

Borders were closed

Across air, sea and land.

As the world entered lockdown

To flatten the curve,

The economy halted,

And folks lost their verve.

From March to July

We rode the first wave,

People stayed home,

They tried to behave.

When summer emerged

The lockdown was lifted.

But away from caution,

Many folks drifted.

Now it’s November

And cases are spiking,

Wave two has arrived,

Much to our disliking.

Frontline workers,

Doctors and nurses,

Try to save people,

From riding in hearses.

This virus is awful,

This COVID-19.

There isn’t a cure.

There is no vaccine.

It’s true that this year

Has had sadness a plenty,

We’ll never forget

The year 2020.

And just ‘round the corner -

The holiday season,

But why be merry?

Is there even one reason?

To decorate the house

And put up the tree,

When no one will see it,

No one but me.

But outside my window

The snow gently falls,

And I think to myself,

Let’s deck the halls!

So, I gather the ribbon,

The garland and bows,

As I play those old carols,

My happiness grows.

Christmas is not cancelled

And neither is hope.

If we lean on each other,

I know we can cope ❤💚

[makatang-iska]

Nag-aalab

oust the tyrant of the east

he and his cronies are cysts

he asks for emergency power

but in times of calamities, he is nowhere

oust the misogynistic old man

we know that collectively we can

oust the deranged dictator

we have to do this for the people

it is not for any political color

we are our own savior (context: from the idea that we have to gain understanding of our current situation and actively seek to change and save ourselves from the oppressors)

[arcturusmind]

The earth coughs and people choke.

I feel the pull of your flexed heart; fist clutched as my scapula separates, and I am stretched outward from my spine.

My sense anchors me to true ground though your grip is strong. ___

At what point has avoidance become protection?

At what point do I take your breath away, soliciting suffocation, and draining seconds from you simply by knocking on your front door?

Motherly love breeds gravitation, but heartache and longing for estranged sons should never bring the genesis of rasping final breath.

[codeineniki]

The Virus

Stuck inside,

pandemic in my brain,

virus in my mind,

taking over each neuron

but not the one you

heard of,

it’s a virus of feelings,

using time where you

face yourself each day

in many ways,

where you look for answers

while getting more questions,

where you change moods

and methods

like changing color of

your walls.

How about the ones that build you?

The ones that

surround what’s

inside? Do you have the

cure for that?

//Enjoy the virus of thoughts<3

[lunchboxpoems]

NINETEEN SPIKES

Then the storm came. It raked our world with terrible teeth. Then dissolved—like a calcium spike—back into bone— I see what you mean. But your barn’s not really a barn. Old lady just sat there—married to the guy fifty years— Wash your doorknob. Your hands. Triage your mail. I had a nightmare I was living my present life— Can’t touch my nose. It’s called resorption. What? It throbs like crickets in my ears. Your BP was what?— No touching. COVID petals. She said wash your hands. It took his body hours to work down through the corn— The quicksand weight of it. Her in her folding chair. Him with a new auger for the bin. He sort of spilled out— So the viburnum’s full of  little pink blooms. Bees in orbit. With their spikes, their barbs—poisons—perfumes— Then the hail balls, jagged as kidney stones, and a foot of rain. Trees seemed to blow up—then the whole thing, whoosh— Some natural forms are so successful they’re viral. Calcium nodes on your clavicle. I see them everywhere— How small can they get? How big? Any size explodes— Is it gas? You mean the barn? Is it gas? A heat storm— Barn = a non-SI metric unit of area equal to 10-28 m2 (or 100 fm2)— To quantify interaction of a nucleus with an electric field gradient— And branchlets are pithy, many-angled, winged. Liquid- Ambar styraciflua. Surrounded by rusty, hairy bracts— Looks like a tiny naval mine. Between 80 and 120 spikes. Terminal barbs. A special form of moored contact mine— And equipped with a plummet. He fell right through. The spikes on the outer edge of the virus particles— Give coronaviruses their name. Sweet gum. Storax. Redgum. Star-leaved alligator-wood. Limpet mine— In place of  torpedoes, the silos carry twelve charges. I heard my heartbeat in my bones. A positive “kill rate”— Airbnb. Missile Silo Fixer-Upper Now Swanky Bachelor Pad. Storm shelter; a storage bin; your “ultimate” safe room— Each virus is a single pleomorphic spherical particle— Satin-walnut—with bulbous surface projections— I see what you mean. Wash your hands. Like that really helps. Leaves ripped clean off. It’s coming back. I know—

DAVID BAKER

[serenityinsabr]

A year ago,

Hugging my bestfriend was something I overlooked as a casual intimacy,

That we could exchange at any moment,

Until it wasn’t.

The very way we show love, can now kill her.

She’s immunocompromised, and there’s a global pandemic,

A virus that doesn’t care who it’s infecting,

62 million sick,

1,452,410 gone.

Lovers who had to say goodbye,

Parents who lost a child,

Friends who stare blankly at empty tables where their buddies used to sit,

There are some risks, that you just can’t afford, this ones it.

You think that life teaches you not to take things for granted,

But sometimes you miss a few.

So what do you do.

You don’t know what you know, until you know, but once you do, what do you do with it?

I think you learn.

But a lesson without a change, seems like wasted knowledge to me,

And I hate wasted potential.

What’s the point of the Universe speaking to you if you choose not to listen?

Like the Stardust in the Skies haven’t been here since this Earth’s existence,

As if the Mountains and the Oceans didn’t outlast the most noble of Kings and mightiest of Warriors,

Then again, I’ve never seen something as fragile as a human’s ego.

This World is a temporary one,

I’ve decided that I’m going to treat it as though at any moment, it could be done,

And only then did I feel the urgency to just be.

Myself.

To love wholly, unapologetically.

To accept that the only remnant that we leave is the love we give,

Whether it’s reciprocated isn’t ours to worry about,

Because the souls we touched,

Will harness that love until it’s reincarnated into its next form,

Like energy, love can’t be destroyed.

Just as the Moon shines for those who do nothing for it in return,

The love that I give out, is simply the lessons I have learned.