If in this hugh Universe,
in my life that I live,
there is no God,
I, with the power of my being,
as an ordinary mortal man,
I will create the God
for the generations
that will come
after me…
Without the God
There is no future..
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Life is a journey brief, a wondrous piece of art,
Let us treasure every breath and perform our part.
how do people carry on after loss?
it doesn't matter what type of loss
a person, a relationship, a friendship
a sport, a job, an animal
it's never been any easier
i've felt more types of loss than some can imagine
and yet they all hurt equally
in their own ways
maybe my brain is the problem
it can't tell the difference
between a small loss and a large one
each one still feels like a part of me is stolen
ripped right out of me
leaving a big gaping hole
most people say it'll fill
slowly mend itself back together
but i feel like mine only grows bigger
more pieces taken before any can be placed back
i want the hole to be mended
i'm tired of feeling this pain
but it only grows
maybe i'm cursed to always feel like this
maybe it's my destiny
but man it'd feel great
to just be whole for once
Mellifluous Meandering Madrigal
a place preserved in memory
as if in mystic fantasy
where revolutionaries farmed and fought
no time for speeches or dialectic thought
a place where survival was the goal
requiring discipline, stamina, self-control
where it was ‘from each according to his ability
to each according to his needs’…
a place somewhere between museum piece
and curiosity
~ every Israeli kibbutz in the 1930's
I know I messed things up
But you chose to be in a slump
You had the chance to show up
When I needed you to pick me up
But you chose to break me up
I gave all of me
You have only seen the dim of me
Ignored the worth of me
You were clearly a mistake of me
Rainbows smile is truly colourful
Dreams are wonderful
Which only makes you an utter fool
But The Choice is pitiful
Constellation is beautiful from far
You can never be one of the star
You can’t even be at par
That feels bizarre
I am a broken piece
Gathers every shattered piece
Wandering for mental peace
They asked for a piece of my mind—
so I offered silence, wrapped in gold.
No rage, no clamor, no thunderclap,
just breath unbroken when the world turned cold.
Peace of mind isn't a destination,
but a pact with storms I’ve learned to outlast.
Not the absence of chaos—but grace,
in the moments I choose not to cast judgment, holding fast.
It's the stillness behind my steady stare,
the fire I tame, not the one I unleash.
It’s walking away when anger flares,
letting go of what I can’t reach, finding release.
I’ve stitched serenity from sorrow,
threaded calm through countless sleepless nights.
Peace, to me, isn't some distant tomorrow—
but daring to rest in fractured lights.
So if you want a piece of my mind,
you’ll find it in the way I pause,
in how I fold my fears like paper,
and whisper “soft” where there was “because.”
I’ll speak not to conquer, but to mend—
peace isn't passive, it’s power, my friend.
P – Peace of mind, piece by piece,
E - Emanates from heaven without cease.
A – Amity with God occurs over time.
C - Commitment to Christ,
E - Emmanuel, a life sacrificed.
O – Obedience required as God sayeth.
F – Forgiveness, received through faith.
M – Mercy and grace – God will bestow.
I - Integrity (truth) comes with trust.
N – Needless worries at an all-time low;
D – Discipline yields peace without crust.
I FEEL SHATTERED INTO PIECES LIKE A BROKEN MIRROR.
I CAN'T SEE MY REFLECTION ANYMORE.
THERE'S A PIECE OF MY HEART MISSING THAT CAN'T BE REPLACED BY ANYTHING BUT MY SON.
I HUG MYSELF TO FEEL COMFORT AND ACT LIKE IT'S MY SON HUGGING ME.
WE WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN I PROMISE......
All the French
I can take -
piece of cake.
A baguette
or croissants?
Paris tempts.
Cream inside;
lick my lips.
Morrow’s trip.
Piece Of Art
That Guy's
A Piece Of Work
AND
A Work Of Art!
A:
PIZZA-WART!!!!
I’m Not Sure Who
Would Be A Fan
Of That Kind Of:
“Humor”
But, You Know:
***Just In Case.***
-Gray Squirrel
07-17-2025
A piece to heart
BY:KHANYA
ive found my own,
alone
leaving my heart in shambles dark in the cold
as i was told,
that love is a place where you’d find peace and
yet i believed otherwise because i was crossed so many
times
but this time i thought of you and i wanted
nothing but to be loved by you
to be seen , understood and yet, words and their meanings could never define
a soul so divine and at that time i knew
the world was mine and yet so fine
i fell in love with you before i touched you
somehow i was touched by the soul that attracted
mine into deeper depths of human invention
not knowing you would be mine to mention
and yet your beauty covers every interaction
ive had with any human
feeling they’ll never be worth my attention
and you had fixed me ,
i the walking contradiction
and yet one text from you pulls my heart a step
closer to my chest like some force of attraction
i love you and yet love is just an understatement
until i find the correct replacement
so for now i’ll accept that my soul falls deeper for you
every second of the day
Life feels like a giant chess game
you wake up already in motion
making choices you didn’t plan
on a board you didn’t build.
What kind of piece are you, are you the King
central, important, yet unsure
needing protection
and fearing the next move?
Or the Queen
bold, limitless, always thinking
but tired of carrying too much
without showing the weight?
Maybe you're the Pawn
quiet, underestimated
but dreaming of becoming more
moving forward no matter what.
Or maybe, just maybe
you’re not any piece at all
but the player behind the silence
trying to find your way through the noise.
A light in the dark
You were the one
One that cured, one that healed
But you left me with something—
How long will it take to heal ?
This scar that you left me with
How long will it take to heal ?
This part of me that misses you
There will always be
A piece of me in you
And a piece of you in me
For eternal—
Beach
blanket
on the shore,
you can smell 'em
miles off the water.
Coated in peanut oil,
the very last puzzle piece.
Roses mingle with that gift box
inside of a heart drawn in the sand.
A pile of ribbons, bows, and curly fries.
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