The petals never last
wilting upon the ground
The beauty must be appreciated
when it happens in time
The heart can be strong
during weak emotions
Beating, beating, love from within
The sky doesn't stay the same
Evolving changes bright and dark
Clouds are missed or seen in passing
Sometimes things rush like the river
or pile up like a mound of sand
sliding in avalanches of change
The tears can paralyze, but cleanse
The sun can burn as shade protects
Life is so full of feelings and events
It can be a masterpiece if chosen
Sometimes things are over load
Other times smooth or simple
Acceptance becomes a necessity
In a world where the unexpected always waits
Heidi Sands
8/7/26
(C)opyright
rebel for her forgotten tragedy ,
we will never anchor nature
youthful trust to childlessness can paralyze
my tastelessness in orpine bitterroot .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
would you trust anachronistic revitalization by youthful tastelessness ?
underline your forgotten manipulability
in ripped knitwork or
delineate godlike bedding from nympho childlessness ;
paralyze and mummify our preteenager psychopathy
with predetermined celiocentesis .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Displease Custodian Cowboy
Anchor Through Paralyze
Bullring Chute Fallback
Floppy Faultlessly Eye
Cauldron Brandy Marinara
Nightshade Always Tragedy
Youthful Guard Hearse
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Agonizing s h r i e k s
kept on defying babe's sweet sleep
as restlessness prevailed
over his calm countenance
while spastic limbs turned into a wild frenzy...
Then suffocating terror would attack
my mother's heart
echoing helplessness' s c r e a m s
since child's seizure seemed to paralyze me
torturing my mind, leaving me horrified...
Such gripped me for almost two years~~~
Now, I thank God, the peace-Giver
for victoriously conquering my fears
empowering me prayerfully to face fright's monsters
while overcoming torturous scenes of motherhood-woes
as the special child in our orphanage
champions faith midst miraculous healing.
Everyone’s lifelong voyage cruises diversely
towards and from all meant gained, lost or
missed. Earth waters mask complexities, gifts
and rifts bound to astound us with our
surfaced share. New horizons tantalize our
brightest dreams while some island sights paralyze.
LIFE ESCAPES THROUGH MY HANDS LIKE FINE SAND BETWEEN MY FINGERS
TIME DISINTEGRATES IN FRONT OF MY EYES WITH NO WAY OF SLOWING DOWN.
THE INEVITABLE CREEPS AROUND THE DARK CORNERS AND LURKS IN THE SHADOWS, WISPERING IN MY EARS, DESPERATE TO POUNCE ON ME THE MOMENT I AM VULNERABLE AND EXPOSED TO ITS ELEMENTS.
FEAR OF ABANDONMENT LAUGH AT ME.
CHRONIC FEELINGS OF EMPTINESS PARALYZE ME AND ROB ME OF MY SLEEP AND PEACE.
I SCREAM IN A ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE AND KNOW ONE HEARS ME, AND I CRY AND LET MY TEARS DO ALL THE TALKING WITHOUT SAYING A WORD.
A REPRIEVE FROM MY GOD IS THE ONLY THING I LOOK FORWARD TO, AND FORGIVENESS FOR MY DEEDS AND SINS THAT TORTURE MY SOUL....
I see the terror in their eyes…
of those who seek to paralyze
their lives screaming persistent cries
of sorrow and grief that belies
the turmoil and angst of disguise.
I see hunger, the ache within…
of those whose vain lot is cast in
hardened iron cuffs locked fast in
glum humanity's calloused skin
oblivious to kith and kin.
I see conflict and all-out war
amidst communities that are
in stiff battle for cross or bar
or power or god or dog star,
perplexed by illusive devoir.
I see a world where I will be
forever in a swirling sea
of hope and an unanswered plea
to God who is said to shield me
from all the horror I now see.
I only hope when I am born
I can survive the world, war-torn,
praying peace from the crown of thorn
begging any who with me join
to comfort others, yet unborn.
"Silence is the virtue of wise,
The words within you won't let you rise
Emotions are worthless to analyze
Pour it all down there, so as to paralyze"
Said they, in order to tantalize
But the voice within me, keeps mocking & knocking,
Interrogating me within the bars of strokes, continuously clocking
Commanding me to ruminate all around, all the while
Be it Catastrophic inside, but on the surface ought not to deny a smile
What is silence without words averting verity?
What is reticence without thoughts fighting for clarity?
The wordless world might sound great
As if a blind date
Upholding the so called threat
Still wanna debate? No other option rather than to wait!
The words wrestling inside will create a mystery
For which you'll yearn and discern
That grasping voice you dislike will be void someday
For which you'll crave and burn
That idiotic laugh making no sense is on it's way to halt
But, you'll be on the way to find miles to return
You'll be on the way to take a U-turn
But,
Ohh dear dearest!
It soon will be too late to learn
It's no longer an issue to concern
Cause, the disturbing is on it's way to Saturn!
## The Feast
They gather in the shadowed corners of my mind,
A ravenous horde, their forms undefined.
Not flesh and bone, but whispers sharp and cold,
They gnaw at peace, and stories left untold.
Doubt, the gaunt hound, with eyes that never blink,
He sniffs at joy, and leaves a bitter stink.
Anxiety, the spider, spins her silken snare,
Trapping my breath, and tangling in my hair.
Despair, the serpent, coils around my heart,
Squeezing the hope, tearing my world apart.
He hisses low, of worthlessness and pain,
A constant echo in the pouring rain.
They feast on dreams, and visions bright and bold,
Leaving behind a wasteland, barren, cold.
They steal my voice, and paralyze my hand,
Leaving me lost within this desolate land.
But even in the darkness, a flicker starts to grow,
A tiny ember, refusing to let go.
It’s the will to fight, the strength to rise and stand,
To reclaim my mind, to take back my own land.
For though they feast, they cannot truly win,
The human spirit burns, a fire from within.
And one day soon, I’ll banish them from sight,
And bathe my soul in healing, golden light.
Bit by bit you built this in your head.
Take me where the angels are and fix me piece by piece.
I want to feel my stars align again.
Baby you can call the bluff, I'll play the cards.
Take everything i know you'll break
You made those promises, don't take em back now.
Own up to your bull, it's about that time.
Break my bones, just leave my spirit alone.
I guess you're really just a demon.
You just want to do the reverse exorcism.
You're just trying to give me the mark.
Call me crazy.
Trust isn't real.
Forgiveness isn't real.
Nothing is real.
You aren't real.
Who would've thought love could paralyze.
Life has shattered my hopes and my dreams.
Star crossed lovers.
Literally beauty and the beast.
Even through the torture, it's the longest goodbye.
We belong together in the flames.
Not a trace left to be found.
We can't go back though you're waiting.
I am what drives anxiety's climb,
stalking darkness, I'm shrouded in shadow.
I was born in primordial slime,
and the more I'm fed, the more I grow,
morphing into terror over time.
I'm what makes you shiver in the dark:
that icy chill that runs up your spine.
I'm the teeth in the jaws of a shark,
and no aura is darker than mine:
a sullied shadow, empty and stark.
I'm the phantom that lurks in the night;
razing hairs on the back of your neck.
I paralyze with a crippling fright
that makes people pause and double-check;
instinctive feelings of fight or flight.
I'm a sound that can summon a tear
with a creak; heard walking up the stairs.
And panic joins me when I appear,
for I am the boogeyman who scares
people of all ages; I am fear.
They have no roots to anchor them;
Forsaken guides that steady them.
They toss and toil, burn midnight oil,
and hide the spurs that anger them.
What cast spell did paralyze?
Electric glow in fearful eyes,
From dusk to dawn, they linger on,
From standing faith to bed of lies.
Oh glory lost! How far we've strayed,
From paths of light to twilight's fade.
We've wandered blind, with sullen mind,
In weary souls' nocturnal shade.
Hark! River calls, to all who sleep,
Come plant your roots in waters deep.
There is no toil, in fertile soil,
And trust the Lord your soul to keep.
The prettiest thing I’ve seen today
Is often there a rare display
The shinning star in her constellation
That moves about insighting sensation
Like music to the ears
A treasure to the eyes
What the tongue calls sweet
A smile labeled compleat
Desire driven by the shape of the eyes
The hour glass figure is no surprise
Cheeks with dimples that paralyze
Hair tamed by curls supplied
The length of which says satisfied
How precious this feeling of being hugged
With eyes embracing the pinnacle of love
The momentary destination
Of heaven from above
The meaning of pleasure
Satisfaction without measure
Light shines upon his face, the warmth embraces him.
Reflections of the past flash upon his eyes, all the good with the bad.
Flickers of the future he desires flitter in and out of view.
Paths stretch out, endless roads to travel.
The wind bites his face as he looks upon the journey ahead.
He knows no obstacle can stop him, unless he allows it.
Choice has been made, destination selected.
Forward.
The only way to go, up, forge ahead, don't look back.
Hands of memories grip his arms, trying to hold him in place.
Insecurities grab upon his legs, trying to root him down.
Why's and hows wrap around his torso, as to paralyze him.
One foot in front of the other. Look up to the sky. He is with you.
Overcome the challenge, move with reason. Move with purpose.
Carry the flame, find salvation.
Break the chains placed upon you, by you.
You are loved. You are strong. You are enough.
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