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In the quiet corners of my heart,
Where pain and strength intertwine,
You lean on me, expecting much,
Unaware of the battles I silently fight.
Your eyes sparkle with dreams ahead,
Yet behind my smile, there's a hidden pain,
A struggle I bear with every breath,
Trying to stay strong through the strain.
I treasure our bond, our laughter shared,
But in the shadows, my illness persists,
Each day a challenge, a burden to bear,
Yearning for relief amidst the twists.
I want to share in your joy and hope,
To support you, be there by your side,
Yet know, my friend, I silently cope,
My strength tested, but I won't hide.
For in this journey, despite the illness' grasp,
In every ache, resilience unfurls,
To be the friend you need, steadfast,
Navigating life's unpredictable whirls.
Cherish these moments as we press on,
Together, enduring, hand in hand,
Through highs, lows, an unyielding bond,
Friendship's light, in our hearts, will stand.
By Innantia Magcanya
My boat glides,
upon silvery waters,
to the distant shore
and below the depths,
there are no limits or borders;
I won’t allow them in my dreams.
When I dream,
images glide
with no frames or borders;
across my dreamtime waters.
I know what hides in those depths
and how far I am from the safety of the shore.
Upon the shore
I safely sleep and dream.
I do not fear the abysmal depths.
I just, smoothly glide
across those waters;
without limits or borders.
Self-limiting borders,
unlike the shore,
foul the dreamtime waters
of my dreams.
They make, unstable…the glide;
calling dark, dismal images up from the depths.
There are many depths,
within the minds borders.
As I glide
to the safety of dreamtime’s shore;
I pass through many dark dreams,
within those waters.
The great collector…water,
hides many secrets in its depths.
In my dreams,
I allow no limits or borders;
just a beckoning shore,
toward which, I glide.
A soul glides, upon etheric waters.
Traveling to distant shores; it fathoms dreamtime depths.
No borders are there; there’s no place for them,
in my dreams.
I'm such a strange individual,
Sometimes I'll parade with a smile,
Other times stewing and curled into a ball.
I'm such a wounded individual,
Yearning for love like a neglected child,
With wrinkles of her own.
I'm such a weird individual,
Wherever I notice everyone going,
I run from there and am called to isolation.
I'm such a timeblind individual,
Existing in this world of realities,
Floating inbetween as timezones shift.
I'm such a contradictory individual,
Intellectual and intuitive but naive,
Timeless and aging simultaneously.
I'm such a human individual,
Navigating the realms again,
Knowing not how many times she's been here before.
MD
AS WE EMBARK ON THIS JOURNEY CALLED LIFE, A COMMON QUESTION ALWAYS SUFFACES. WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?
FOR SOME, SEEKING HAPPINESS AND FULFILLMENT, FOR OTHERS, IT'S CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS, AND FOR SOME, IT'S CONTRIBUTING TO SOCIETY OR TO THE WORLD IN SOME SHAPE OR FORM.
FOR ME, IT'S CAPTURING THOSE MEANINGFUL MOMENTS THAT DEFINE YOUR LIFE. ALL THE SMILES AND TEARS AND WINS AND LOSSES, ACHIEVEMENTS AND REGRETS AND DISSAPOINTMENTS. IT INCLUDES ENDURING STORMS AND DROUGHTS, CREATING NEW LIFE AND SAYING OUR GOODBYES.
EACH EXPERIENCE IS SOMETHING THAT SHAPES US AND DEFINES OUR EXISTENCE.
Drifting aimlessly
I have sipped the ladled blades
in this cold chicken soup
Set upon a table of just deserts
on the far end of the horizon
Spoon fed disappointments
staining a multi-colored tie,
hated for what it’s worth
and only half as much for what it means
Navigating a narrow hallway
of slanted photographs, framed and fading
Dripping down papered walls,
torn designs, baseboard gatherings,
stopping only for locked doors,
weather worn carpets
burning my hands and knees
The spiral staircase teeters on its polished axis
as I weave my way towards the furthest star,
carbon copied desires on an unending page
rolled and stuffed in my shirt pocket, mapping
each pie slice step, counted and forgotten of
crusted blueberry footprints…crumbs
falling through celestial cracks,
drifting aimlessly
Resolutions for the new year serves up zero interest to many
Endurance and resolve are twins required for real success
Settlers and softies should never undertake major resolutions
Off to the races in January and way off the paces by April or May
Like it or not, resolutions are not for the weak and faint of heart
Underachievers may not be finishers, but they too should be proud
The starters, even if failing to finish, are better off for having tried
Imagine where any of us would be if we never attempted to achieve
Observers and spectators stand on the sidelines, but not participators
Navigating life successfully involves winning and losing, giving and taking
Some inventors and explorers accidentally discover what they were not looking for
02062020PoSpCtest, Resolutions, Matt Caliri
In the quiet corners of coffee shops,
where the aroma of roasted beans mingles
with the weight of unspoken words,
I search a place to breathe.
But shadows linger, reminders of past struggles,
each sip a cautious step,
navigating the source of memories,
where laughter once echoed, now replaced
by whispers of unease.
I carry my story like a shield,
learning to communicate through the haze,
to bridge gaps of misunderstanding
with honest words.
In the chaos of conflict, I seek clarity,
a way to mend the frayed edges,
to transform tension into understanding,
finding strength in vulnerability.
As I wander through new spaces,
I long for acceptance,
a community that sees beyond the surface,
where my journey is honored,
and my struggles are met with compassion.
to find beauty in the mess,
and to rise, stronger each day,
with hope lighting the path ahead.
Blank Page
Clean Slate
Untouched
Somewhat
Once Great
Tho Not So Great Enough
Back Again
Here I Am
Here Again
Unfinished
Tinkered
Tailored
Soldiered Too Fit
Sailors Despise
Redundance
Repitition
Without Point
Without Goal
Without Role
Without Cause
Without Baseline
Without Ship
We All Crash
We All Drown
Why Am I Here
Why Do I Seek Ground
What Is Rich
What Is Poor
Why Does A Begging Man Thieve
Why Does A Thieving Man Beg
Does He
Does He Not
Why Is Happyness Not
Why Is Happyness Sought
I'm Just A Ship On An Ocean
Soldiering On
I'm Just A Sailor Adrift
I'm Just A Beggar Of Current
Richly Alive
Poorly Entwined
Richly Blessed
Poorly Denied & Damned
Fated Too Thieve
Fated Too Conspire
Ride The Waves
Too Navigate
Keep Sailing
Soldiering On
TInker Tailor
Soldier Spy
Richly Poor
Poorly Rich
Begging For Today
Thieving Towards Tommorrow
Leaning Towards Gallows
Scheming Towards Shallows
Solid Soil
Hallowed Ground
Where My Feet Rest Steady
Where My Breath Breathes Selfishly
Unswayed
Alone
Away From
Yet Amongst
The Tinkered With
The Tailored Too
Rich Man Poor Man
Pursuit
I'm Beggan Man
Please Untie This Noose
Bring Me Up
String Me Up
Set Me Free
Drowned Me Under
One Or The Other
One Or The Other
I'm A Soldier
I'm A Sailor
Ima Keep Soldiering On
Ima Keep Sailing
Thieving These Days
Thieving These Nights
Breathing And Drowning
Drowning And Breathing
Untill My Lungs Grow Gills
Untill My Souls 8 Timesed 10
I'm Gonna Walk
I'm Gonna Swim
I'm Gonna Tinker With My Tailor
I'm Gonna Soldier With My Spy
I'm Gonna Be A Rich Man
I'm Gonna Be A Poor Man
I'm Gonna Be A Beggar & A Thief
I'm Gonna Forever & Always
One Way Or Another
Always Be A Sailor
Navigating The Stars
Ill Find You Wherever You Are
Forever & Always
From Here To Botswan
If i die before i wake
I pray the waves my soul to take
To the bottom of the deepest sea
So i may feel as weightless as
a butterfly in open sea
Underneath and navigating
the stars by moonlight
As and so to the sun by daylight
Searching for a new found shoal
to join and call my own
Jumping from wreck to wreck
Passing lost titanic soul's like ship's
in the night
Blessed with the memory of
a goldfish
Rather better this than returned to
ash or stuck rotting inside an coffin
for eternity
With only worms and a stone
epitaph to keep one company
Six feet under unlike a pyramid
traversing to the afterlife
Entombed with all the worldy
treasures and pleasures
One is bound to miss once death
becomes and is the meaning
of ones life from the here and
now and foreseeable future
Because love surely then must
be surplus to requirements
As it's the only thing that can't
be bought or a price put on
Because it has to be earned
over a prolonged period of time
"Reach high, for stars lie hidden in your spirit,
meditate deep, to find your way and answers."
Quote by _Constance
I have always been a spiritual girl
attracted to crystals
for their rainbow of colors
they hold deep secrets
and mystical powers
they can adorn ... divine
heal, manifest, transmit messages
to transform
for me they are stars of clarity
I love the varied shapes
and value the high vibration types
like quartz and amethyst
and seem to have a deep connection
to the aquamarine crystal
it seems that when I hold it
I can feel the power of the sea and oceans
hear the waves crashing
this crystal takes me on a journey
tumbled green crystals
take me to forest lush with ancient trees
where a thousand birds sing
and vines twine and ferns and wildflowers grow
where I follow hidden tangled
paths into the unknown
I am also entranced with
tarot cards of all types
beyond the beautiful art work
these cards bring great clarity to my thoughts
they help me to find that place within
that place of divine wisdom
and combining crystals and tarot cards
is where I unravel my life's path
bringing strength and light
in the darkness of my mind
like a single star glowing in the night
powerful
in navigating my life
the crystals vibrating my body's energy
and the tarots giving inspiring messages
with gifts of symbolism
that give clarity to the past, and present
and future . . . .