god
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they said the worlds ending
yet I can’t stop planting trees. call it–false hope call it–love. I can hear the chants of running horses firey blaze setting the world on fire. they said the worlds ending and screams and cries all sound like the wings of scattered flies— can’t you hear the hum? the ground…
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it’s cold and i can’t get on with my life
as any other morning, the cold creeps through the cracks of sheets looking for any reason to keep you covered from the world. and I give in, as any other morning. I lay here and see what the world is doing and others see what I’m doing; it’s cold and…
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Screaming out into the void
and I remember waiting to hear a call back. Messages of are you there? and is anyone listening? echo through empty tunnels. Now I shout into the void and hear a far out call back–you’d think wasn’t human. You’d think there was someone out there. And maybe there is. I…
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It’s an early Saturday,
And listening to the silent songs I found not too long ago has me thinking back. I remember lying in my bed of my grandmothers house, letting it wash over me. The chimes, the birds, the whistle of the wind; I wonder why I hadn’t heard it before—-felt it before.…
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Do Mondays get easier?
It’s a new Monday and new chapter in my life. I’ve been told by the Universe to take a break; rest in what is. It’s funny to hear that these messages are sent in ways we may not always appreciate—- though I appreciate any message from Thou. If I hadn’t…