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[tifanishamel]

I’m allowed to change my mind. I’m allowed to evolve. A lot of people stagnate their growth because they are afraid of a change that may contradict who they used to be or what they used to believe. Not me. Sometimes growth requires conflict.

[phoenix-soul-official]

Chestnut brown;

I wonder what it is,

that puts me under you spell.

There you are.

Barely five feet apart from me.

And I can’t just figure out,

what it is.

Is it the way,

I get lost into your eyes?

In the deep chestnut brown nostalgia,

that reminds me of a quiet and warm day of fall?

The wish to take your hand,

and walk through a forest,

with leaves in all colors,

showing us the way?

The way away from stereotypes, suffering and the framework of a corrupted society?

The way we would see the nature,

and just for a bare second forget,

what time we live in?

Or maybe it is in the way you smile?

Just as rare,

as a spotting a shootingstar is;

but so much more beautiful,

and wheter you like to hear it or not,

so much less shallow and dead inside.

The way,

you lift your ears,

whenever you smile;

in a way that makes me giggle.

It might also be,

because of the dimples,

that adorn your face.

Or it might be,

because your smile brings such a warm feeling,

in a room build of nothing but ice.

And not to forget mentioning your soul.

True.

Pure.

Caring and so much stronger,

than you dare to accept the thought.

Yes.

It is a battle-hardened soul,

that gives your body life.

It is the soul of a phoenix.

It is a soul,

that will not die;

but rise from the ashes,

that the blazing inferno of life causes;

rise over and over again.

[currentlyfangirling99]

This is a poem I have dedicated to suicide awareness and the importance of mental health! I really hope you guys like it and receive a good message from it! Happy poem of the week day!

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[introroheline]

The ash tree.

The many-tongued snake eats its own young. I make peace with her as I learn her language. We are cut from the same cloth. Just as the sky and the ground, where they meet.

There's a line I've crossed. A dark place with many rooms, a house, a tree, an Yggdrasil of thought. I have been selfish, I have struggled and strayed.

An unnamed eagle lives in the ash tree that sings to me whenever I'm lost. A melody only he knows, with strings attached to my soul.

My time here is fleeting but I try hard to put things right. I place feathers on your wounds and sing quietly until the day breaks.

Once we learn to drink from the well that's gone dry, the rain comes.

And so does the light.

[gdotkeaton]

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[garrickstyles]

God I'm Sorry

Forgive me lord

I feel like I've failed you

I'm trying really hard to change

But I keep falling short

Trying to make it out this pool

I'm still swimming in sin

I want to change

But I don't know where to begin

I'm lost and I'm not proud to admit it

Lord please be my compass

Help me get back on track

I tried to do it on my own

And I just ended up walking in circles

Looking for answers everywhere

But I didn't consider you

God I'm sorry ....

[weird-antics]

You feel very safe over there don't you?

Wrapped in the soft blanket of your own words.

-blissful ignorance

[art-officivl]

“She made love with the intensity of waves crashing during a tropical storm”

- @gdotkeaton