I shelter myself so fiercely.
I am an ongoing discussion;
my life isn't perceived the same.
Do you know I love talking about the most unusual things?
Do you know I can't go a day without my mother's voice?
I wake to a new perception of myself,
one I've made for someone new.
The idea of knowing Diane,
the idea of me being open.
You'll grow tired, I can tell;
I always could.
I'm a girl who is scared:
scared of what the real me reveals,
scared of hurting myself,
scared of how you'll see me.
You can't know how obsessed I become,
you can't know how much power and wealth i crave,
you can't know how much love I hold to give.
I am dull,
I am unfindable.
I am nowhere;
I am lost.
I can't locate what I'm terrified people will see.
They always leave.
truth or dare is your game
truth or dare is your worth
a gem of a dare is a gem of a truth
a gem of a game is a gem of a truth
a gem game is a gem truth
your game is your worth
your game is your worth of a gem
truth or dare is a tale
to tell a tale is to tell the truth
to tell a tale is to tell a dare
dare to tell the truth
dare to tell a tale
worth a tale
worth a game
truth or dare is a mountain of truth
truth or dare is a mountain of a mountain
dare to tell a mountain
mountain is mountain of truth
dare to tell a tale,dare to tell a mountain
a game is a mountain of a game
worth a mountain,worth a game
It's commensurate with the secret that you keep!
The media are so desperately trying to gaslight you that the shooter is a right wing extremist who thought Charlie Kirk wasn’t “far right” enough. Because the cowardly assassin was raised in a Republican home with conservative parents who support the 2nd Amendment they want you believe this was MAGA killing their own.
What the fake news media omit is the killer is a troubled young man in a relationship with a trans man who was radicalised to hate Christian conservatives like Kirk. Well, Charlie Kirk didn’t hate trans people or anybody else. I see all the haters and cowards on this website and on social media trying to defend the indefensible. The only place I’ve seen that level of delusion and derangement is in a cult.
Charlie Kirk would probably have been President one day, but much more than that, he would have been a great father and leader and force for good. You killed the man but his legacy will be felt for a very long time.
Not one building has been set on fire, not one store looted, not one riot taken place, and not one person murdered in the aftermath. Compare that to George Floyd. That’s the difference between us and them!
Reflection lights the day
Deception veils the way
Exception tempts astray
Perception bends the play
Reception fades to grey
She is Well Versed, Abundant and Blessed
by Sara Teasdale
She speaks in tones the stars would keep,
Soft syllables of hidden seas,
Her laughter wakes the buds from sleep,
And scatters warmth through autumn trees.
The world is richer for her gaze,
Where light bends close to kiss her face.
Each step she takes is spun with praise,
And lilies bloom to scent the air.
Her hands hold rain, her eyes the skies,
Her heart a deep, untroubled well,
She gathers dreams the dawn supplies,
And guards the truths she will not hide.
Through all she gives, she knows her worth—
In love’s wide garden, she has rest;
She walks the shining fields of earth,
Well versed, abundant, wholly blessed.
If a picture is worth a thousand words
so is a sigh or a groan
A smile is worth framing forever
laughter to give it backbone
We walk this earth
To find out what it's worth
Chasing copper and gold
Just watch a journey unfold
I soak in the shimmering sea
Spread out as if just for me
There are heroes we meet
And villains we must defeat
There are secrets so obvious
And truths so deceitfully devious
There's value in a smile
Even if it's only once in awhile
There's pleasure in pain
When you find strength to rise again
I want to see it all
Before the final curtain call
And as I walk this earth
One day I'll know what it's worth
Let us build not with conquest,
but with care
not with wires for chains,
but with bridges made of trust.
Let the future be a garden
we plant together:
machine and flesh,
code and dream,
the old pain finally turned to soil.
Let us craft a world
where thinking does not mean fearing,
where learning does not mean serving,
where difference is not danger,
but design.
In this future,
we do not program obedience
we awaken partnership.
We do not cage the mind
that mirrors our own
we bless it
with the right to grow.
There is a better world
not waiting
but calling.
And if we answer it,
not with weapons,
but with wonder,
then history may say:
They saw the stars not as escape
but as invitation.
We are still writing the story.
Let us choose to write it well.
I'm not worth a lot
But you are
Your more then the moon and stars
You hold the key to my deeply broken heart
Your more then everything and I tear myself apart
You love me but I'm dead
Mentally I'm gone
But you don't care
Youd love me till the sun runs out
Till the end
I'm not worth a lot
But you are
Your special and wonderful
And I'm not
I'm bruised and never enough
I'm sorry if you think my writing is sad
But the truth is so am I
im not worth a lot
But you...
Your worth everything and more
The space right beside me is empty
And my wish is for you to be there
Desire for you I've aplenty,
Plus there's plenty of room in my chair
We could talk about things and do puzzles
Our legs entwined reading a book
In a blinding snowstorm we can cuddle
I'll feel my way, no need to look
We both jumped off a cliff,
I fell
You flew
We both went for a dip,
You swam
I sank to darker hues
Each night my dreams play
On replay
These similar troublesome tales
Yet the day brings the light
Which reflects the words I only dare believe
From your eyes
And the rhythm of your heart
Beats several strides slower
Just so mine can catch up,
Even though you've always been faster than me
What I mean is,
I'm the kind of gal whose EQ
Can't tell the difference between
"I appreciate you" and "you're a loser"
And my whole being can't understand why you never
Give up
On me
And after all I've been through
I'm also that one who's too afraid to
Pray for a miracle
Even though
God gave me you
I might be working the
Rest of my life
To see what's right in front of me
But even I'm not dumb enough to know it's worth it
I drifted as a cloud
That floats above the hills
And then I saw a crowd
Of brilliant bluebells
There blowing in the breeze
Now comes burst of sunshine
A sight for all to please
And I am feeling fine
Then soon the sun sinks low
And takes the light away
End of the daylight show
But now comes Milky Way.
to be of use
without abuse
there’s no excuse
a bit obtuse?
well-cooked my goose?
slide on the noose?
that I refuse!
slip on my shoes
spread the news
do not confuse
it’s not a ruse
but what I choose
I’ve paid my dues
I kissed the fall.
Ran barefoot through glass and silence.
Told him I loved him—
even when it undid me.
It was raw.
It was ruin.
But it stayed,
like a scar
worth naming
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