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You keep on looking for yourself and I don't know why. Most people do that, like what you always do. You search for yourself because you want to fulfill the emptiness you feel. There's nothing wrong about that. But now that you've found him, you think you've fulfilled that hole. You think you've already found yourself. But remember this, it doesn't mean you've found someone to love or even who'll love you back you'll be able to find yourself. You found him after all, not you. Why do you have to find yourself if after all you are you? People keep on looking for other persons, pretending that they are they. You're never lost, so stop looking for yourself. There's a prayer, there's a miracle. There is a word called acceptance, and I think you must have to find it first.
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I do not know?
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The Love of My life
When I met you, I never expected
to fall in love...
But since then, every day I thank my lucky stars above.
When I met you, I truly had no idea
How much my life was about to be changed...
But to be honest with you, how could I have known?
A love like ours happens only once in a lifetime
And babe, you were truly a miracle to me,
The one who was everything I had ever, ever
dreamed of,
The one that I thought existed only in my dreams.
And when you came into my life,
I suddenly realized that what I had always thought
Was happiness could not compare to the
true joy
Loving you brought me.
Baby, you are a part of everything
I think and do and feel,
And with you by my side,
I truly believe that anything is possible.
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A single woman,
Wild and free,
Meets a man,
Who seems in desperate need,
Not wanting to be alone,
He meets this single woman,
But what he doesn't know,
Is hell hath no fury,
As this woman scorned,
Her heart torn apart before,
Things taken from her,
But holds her head still high,
In the miracle,
That she be blessed with a man,
From gods up high,
He approaches her,
As polite as can be,
Being a gentleman,
He no longer wanted her to be free,
Hell hath no fury,
Like a woman scorned,
To build up confidence,
And not be so torn,
Even being done wrong,
And took for granite,
You pick yourself back up,
Head held high,
And push through your life,
But scorn a woman,
Thats a big strive,
Not easy to trust someone else,
For the next person has to fight,
Just keep head held high,
Keep fighting and pushing,
Through your life...
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For I got to see a glimpse of you
I worship the holy spirit everyday to keep you near
An atheist bowing down to god
For the boon this spirit showered me with
Are you a miracle?
Are you an hallucination?
You taste like the bittersweet chocolate
Melting in my mouth
Yet so enticing and heavenly
You smell like the flowers of a dreamland
Arduous to find and impossible to forget
Remember how you grabbed my waist
And heard me breathe?
Darling, your hopes are my faith in you
If only Satan cursed love to turn into a sin
I'd choose to be your sinner
Look up to you like you were the divine being
Sacrifice all of me just to reside in you
I'd savour every bit of the love I get from you
Are you a drug or meditation?
Even if you are none will you please stay mine?
Be Mine poetry contest
4th of January, 2022
Regina McIntosh
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It should be hard on you
I left you when you needed me the most
I did close my eyes
Hoping you would hold my hands
And stop me
It has been an hour
Wondering if I've made the right choice
It's okay, I will live
But you didn't know that I love you
Every single day you'd say you need me
Like a recitation or some sort of chant
You needed me
An obsession you couldn't live without
It is not love
I'm regretting
Walked out of that door so you'd stop me
But you didn't
Not going to rewind the tape
It will still be the same
If you could realize that we're losing ourselves
Once you loved me
The next day, your eyes said something else
Yes, I still remember
What were we doing?
We were holding on for this long
It's a miracle
Now, it's time to let go
And I'll be the person to leave
If you could turn back to the person you were
I'm asking something stupid here
It's time to move on
Maybe this time
It'll be the longest time to forget the love we used to have
Fatin Qurratu'aini
1st July 2015
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~Who Am I Mirror Mirror.~
Hospital mirror,
Mother who is that man who has no hair?
I have hair.
That man that has no eyebrows?
I have eyebrows.
Hospital mirror,
That man who looks slim?
I am healthy.
Who is that man with a plastic bag
hanging from his arm?
My arms are free.
Hospital mirror
Who is that man who looks like me?
Suddenly I was screaming for help
Crying out loud yes
that man`s image is me.
Mother look at that mirror with me
see If that man is me?
When did you find out
I have cancer?
Tears were flowing down my face
I am strong I don't cry that image
he looks dead how long will I live?
Answer me?
Mother whispered to the mirror I couldn't!
As I knew not
except that image in that mirror,
is you.
My son, we will remain here for the coming five months.
I prayed you will become
The Miracle Boy.
It happened.
Today five years later he is free of cancer,
he looks at his mirror knows who he is.
Alive and Healthy.
A Miracle.
Written By Me: The Mother
Therese Bacha
6/9/2013
Mirror Contest by Nathan A. (Honorable Mention)
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In a dark dusk canvas, I watched the wine red sunset go down on my way,
I wonder if your heart can paint out my feelings for you?
This evening, we both have plenty of time, so let's spend it with each other,
Let's be at ease and sit back, watching as it begins~!
Miracle Painting,
Miracle show time,
I'll put you in a trance with my magical brush strokes,
Up to the tip of my nails, your colours will be on my canvas.
With my beautiful dress, I'm basking in the starry sky's bright limelight,
With pride, I dance on my tip-toes, looking at you, I feel so happy!
This evening is the best, as I apply highlights around a blue eye pupil,
Embrace me tight, if we pile layers of love, we'll move along~!
Miracle painting,
Miracle romance,
I'll put love into this magical brush stroke,
Up to the tip of my hair, it's all for you.
This night with you, I wonder how many dreams there are, the overflowing feelings,
I can't count them out, I just can't convey them! It's not enough...
That's why, at this magical moment,
It's not over.
Miracle painting,
miracle show time,
This magical brush stroke has already entranced you,
But I still want to give you more of my colours.
Please don't end it yet, miracle painting,
A technique full of captivation,
There are still more final touches I need to apply, so please wait,
Then I will tell you, from the bottom of my heart,
I love you~!
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This is the story of Frank and Rose
Frank would seem an odd man
Rose was just Rose
They didn't have much money but valued each-other more than wealth
They'd watch a sunset together and wonder on the miracle of life
They didn't have many friends but they didn't have many foes
They redefined love and this is how this story goes
Frank worked hard but never found his niche
Rose always so proud of their little luxuries
They lived for each other because nobody else really cared
Both hurt and abused in childhoods they had
So they faced life as a unit
A unit that no other man or woman could break
They found joy in each-other and could laugh 'till they cried
They held hands in the daytime and hugged all night
They found joy in the little things like a walk in the sun
Perhaps wonder on the beauty of the blackbird song
They did everything together and would physically ache when apart
They cared so deeply for one another and never wanted to part
Then one day Rose had news for Frank
Life was gonna change and it was out of their hands
A tumour that that didn't care how much damage it could do
There simply wasn't anything the doctors could do
One night in the darkness under the light of the moon
Rose said to Frank that she was scared of the dark
Frank said he was there and would never leave her alone in the dark
She cried sometimes most of the night
Frank glared at the moon and swore he'd never give up on this fight
One night, in a dream she started talking to Frank
He listened to her voice shaking, scared - in her dream she was alone in the dark!
Frank tried to wake her to break this nightmarish dream
But she carried on dreaming and then started to scream
Days passed and she grew weaker, nights wouldn't pass in peace
Frank remembered her words and the promise he made to set her at ease
Rose had to die but Frank had to live
This split in their time together was the cruelty of love and such a blow for life to give
When she couldn't move anymore and stayed all day in bed
Frank would be there with her talking and reminiscing about the good times they'd had
He had everything ready each night at the side of the bed
He knew when the time was nigh; he knew on some sixth sense
So one night he took the tablets and went to sleep with his love
You see Frank made a promise to Rose that one night before so that she could sleep
A promise to the love of his life that he had no regrets to give
He promised she'd not face death alone and he'd go with her holding her hand like a sunny day in the park. He swore to the moon and the stars that she'd never be alone again in the dark.
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After four weeks...
A cruel infection, poor Ted, now prevents
you receiving Mummy's milk; nourishment
vital for the whole of you. We long for
you to breathe, to cry, to see. The waiting
of all who hope for you, so long a time,
so little movement. When will you be free?
Free of infection to feed...
A phone call:
your eyes open, limbs moving, attempting
to breathe. Yet intensive carers perplexed.
A surgeon, when, whether to operate.
It was hard – handing over, hanging on,
waiting, hoping, while the surgeon cut in.
Your swollen tum, distended, distressing
to see; what would he find within you Ted?
God within the tension attending now
we wait with you, on watch without seeing.
Together with Lorraine and Phil waiting,
daring to hope, brother Rex distracting.
Your heart strong as an ox, the surgeon said.
With Ted returned, restored, gut cut away,
foulness cleansed, stoma for waste; now long line
your source of food – parenteral, no milk
from Mum allowed. You survive, but to thrive,
please God fulfil – our Ted fill full with life.
Yes, Ted, you look, you hear and now you breathe.
Mum and Dad hold you – now full of promise –
yet still waiting and longing with patience
as the teamwork of neonatal care
works to rid you of intrusion, that you
may regain all that God gave you for life.
And after seven weeks
That hard hour under the surgeon, for Ted
marked a turning; so much put in to save
you, yet when it should be taken away,
how will you be? How will you suck, swallow
and digest Mum's milk? excrete those strong drugs?
But you have, you did and you are, ready
to live. And now you are home, together
with Mum and Dad and Rex. Thanks be to God.
Yet still we ask what will become of you?
Unknown the way ahead, further turnings
await, but we believe in the promise
of life, we pray for whom you are to be.
At nine weeks,
Look at you now, Ted. Now you look at us,
smiling from the photo sent by Lorraine.
But the smile of that moment belies pain,
pain of the stomach acid from the wound,
inflaming your infant skin and burning
so sore, distressing you and Mum and Dad.
Three weeks more till your bowel is put back.
We wait in hope for you to be whole – Ted
the survivor, saved by prayer and skill,
the more precious for what you have endured.
So much has become of you; a person
now ready for life with Mum, Dad and Rex.
And at three months: Advent
Ted, how hard being denied milk, waiting
for the surgeon. Now with your bowel restored
you can feed and flourish. You smile. We watch.
More than a surviving we believe you are
a miracle. Prayer fulfilled, we trust now
in the promise of you who will become.
At nine months: Baptism
We came together for you Ted, to be
Baptised – sitting and smiling and reaching.
Thanks be to God for so much, so many
sharing in your becoming so alive.
May your reaching out fulfil the promise
we've made for you in love and hope today.
And now aged six!
Now signed off by all the doctors you met,
Ted you are proving to be a charmer.
As a future academic – no! Yet
starting karate, quite a performer.
Just learn how to focus, not get upset
and keep yourself safe little risk taker.
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