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You left and don't seem like you'll return
You left, and now I'm not me.
Left alone; left empty and desolate,
You abandoned me, you left me.
You left me in despair; in depression.
Should I be content with your decision?
Should I accept all that I am now
And stop seeking you?
You that is me; should I?
Am I suppose to leave the me I once was
And just accept the me that I am now?
The me that is in a depressive state.
I found you once, but you only resided
For a few moments.
Now I am unable to find you: permanently?
Do you wish not to be found?
I must say that I feel I should just leave.
I should just stop searching and remain,
Remain in my current state.
Yes, that I'll do; remain I will.
If you wish, you can come and find me,
For I have abandoned my search
For the one who left, you: me.
If you cannot find me or wish not to,
I am content, I am fine with this me
The depressed and silent; I believe I'll keep.
To hear
The need to talk to you with nothing important to say
This feeling comes over me many times through out the day
To tell you how the day went or what's been on my mind
That I miss you, wish for you even after all this time
I pray to hear your voice, to hear you laugh once more
It's something I must imagine and often dream for
To see
I long to look upon you for you to stand in my sight
To see your loving smile so genuine and bright
To look into your eyes to see the beauty deep within
The curves of your face and the color of your skin
Can't feel the comfort of your look nor the power of your stare
All that is left are pictures, it just doesn't seem fair
To feel
I yearn to feel your touch and really have you here
To hold your hand, share a hug and simply have you near
To feel your warmth upon me, for your presence to be real
Sadly this won't happen and these wounds will not heal
I look to my memories and keep you in my heart
To remember how your love felt while we are apart
The dream
Heaven's where you wait for me, this I do believe
That on the day we meet again you'll remember me
To get me through the years and moments you're away
I'll keep you in my dreams and that is where you will stay
To get a glimpse of you, to keep your memory alive
You'll be the dream I have for the rest of my life
So I bring to you and set gently on your grave
Four roses as my promise. A promise to be brave
I promise to live, love, and laugh. To always stay true
I promise. Heaven's where I'll meet you
These four roses keep me going and here is what they mean
One to hear, one to see, one to feel, and one for the dream
Inspired by our Divinity. Keep shining. Be your authentic self.
Remember that Starlight and Stardust is Forever
By Michelle Morris
17/03/2025
You and I were created
From Starlight and Stardust
Such Magical beings we are
In our Divinity there is Trust
Trust that we are Eternal
Trust that we are Loved
Trust that we are Guided
Sent from Heaven above
For each of us has a Purpose
Each of us has Gifts
We are here for our Souls' missions
To conquer Darkness and Distance
Where Humans see Differences
Where we forget that we are One
When we go to War and Destroy Life
Out Souls remind us that we are Love
Those who are Unenlightened
Who shut off their Divinity
They're flailing in the Matrix
They're Afraid of being Free
But if each of us would Remember
If we would have Faith in the Unseen
We'd allow the unfolding of Miracles
Humanity would no longer be in the in-between
In-between the potential of Magical Moments
In-between the Faith and Fears
In-between the Light and Dark
In-between the Hope and Tears
There'd be a lifting of the Veil
There'd be cracks in the Darkness of Hearts
Light would fill the cracks of Sorrow
Hell's hold would be Frozen over
For anything is possible
Believe it and we can achieve it together
Let's ignite the Spark of our Divinity
Remember that Starlight and Stardust is Forever
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Odyssey
Banji Segun (Leaking _Penn)
If he's strong, let him be strong.
The hurricane blows away the hills.
If he's overwhelming, let him be overwhelming.
The bright moon still shines over the river.
If he's fierce, let him be fierce.
The scorching sun torches the earth dry.
Winning or losing doesn't matter.
Affluence and penury are transient.
Morning splendor fades at dusk.
He who hasn’t tasted the sweetness in the bitterness
Values, not the memories’ moments.
The oceans and the skies aren’t enough.
to count yesterday’s grudges
No one lives forever; only for a handful
Time is wasted; bargaining vengeance at pitiful sum.
He who will live will get battered.
He who won’t be battered; will barter.
It’s all a give and take.
Only through loss do we gain.
Be thankful for all our blessings, for the times we survived the test of the day, the moments that we had to hope to be okay.
Life can give us moments that make us feel down, we can feel like we can’t carry on, we can be on a road that has no way out, like we are in a room that has no lights.
Thankful to God, for all our blessings, for finding our way, for learning our lessons.
Sometimes we feel lost, we lack mentors, we lack ways to improve our life, we suffer, we cry, we pray for better days.
Thankful to God, for all our blessings, for finding our way, for learning our lessons.
Be thankful to God, for giving us ways to find our way home to heaven someday, for love, for time, for all our positive thoughts and ways, for life can change with just a thought.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Sometimes I wonder if eventually the rot leaves way for love,
if the thick layer of hope on my lips is enough to get myself out of the trenches,
I wonder if I’m held captive to my past because my past is just a reason to hate,
Am I in fact hateful?
do I hate the fact that it feels as though my past has deteriorated any thought of being loved future?
sometimes I just want to crawl out of my skin and soak it in bleach,
Allow every last sin to burn away at the chemicals on my skin
am I dirty forever?
is it really purity culture or just a lack of self esteem
I love myself repeatedly but it never seems to stick in the moments that truly decipher one’s loyalty to themselves
Conflict-ion of loyalty, love, and desperation.
- V.B
I once was important, folks cared about me,
Keeping me safe in a special bound book.
And in this book I had perfect stylized sheets,
Folks would gaze, remember and look
At every small detail that they could see,
Treasuring the moment in time that I was,
Treasuring the true honest faces all over my skin,
Treasuring me simply because
Their films only held maybe twenty small moments,
And folks waited for the shop to call,
There was no other way to capture that time,
Every time I was hung from the wall.
But now I’m replaced with a million small selfies,
The same silly person with the same silly face,
Now I’m so unimportant, forgotten in seconds,
I’m your small, precious photo remembering a place.
The wild adventures he wants to follow
seem worthwhile to him, aren't they kind of hollow?
He searches for true joy, not for that love to own;
all the magical thoughts wouldn't survive
without romance: do they make him thrive
after the rejections, he has known?
A lonely boy loves silence...
playing rhythmic music
that makes one dance;
forgetting all sad moments,
writing lyrics that are poetic!
He has a guitar he bought
with his last few dollars
from a musician who struggled to survive,
and he plays the classic ballads
in the crowded square where pretty girls
wink at him and teary mothers smile
dropping dollar bills in his basket;
wasn't he happy, wasn't he proud?
A lonely boy loves silence
imitating with his notes the playful Flutters;
they wonder why he's so close
to Nature and its intriguing sounds,
not to the humankind he knows so well?
Can he be honest and reveal his will,
not hiding his grudges and hurts?
Has he given up on all, or on some fools?
I stood there in the balcony;
Taking a sip of my tea
Gazing up at the gathering clouds
And clearly I could see
After weeks and weeks of scorching heat
The first signs of cheerful rain
And the clouds covering the sky
Like a lion's bushy mane
The rains are always welcome
After the dragging summer days
And always seem to cheer us up
In some unknown ways.
I stood there quite silently
Just hoping for some rain
But after a few moments
It all seemed in vain
I was about to go inside
As all my hope was drained
And then, oh! Bless the lord,
How heavily it rained!
The children in the streets
All danced in the rain
And jumped about, here and there
As if they were insane
The rains descending from heaven
Gently kissed the ground
And eased the tension of our busy lives
With their pitter-patter sound.
The quiet of the early morn
Emphasized by doves' songs
And crickets chirpinng melodies
To Beethoven belongs
Above a canvas painted bright
Done by the Master's hand
Blues so clear and bright and pinks
Now unknown to man
Just enough wispy clouds stretched across
To absorb the morn's sun
Silvery fog reaching down low
Caressing pines with fun
Sand upon the cottony clouds
While the sun is nestled
On the earth's horizon~ captured
In memories' moments
Through the trees a red fire ball sun
Shines glowing hot again
Another scorcher this summer day
Grateful for time to pen
Wonderful a few minutes alone
To enjoy nature's still
Soon life will pick up and move on
My spirit's been refilled