“Just need to chill and relax”
The ever flowing river of peace and love comes from the soul willing to open up.. Release all that is displayable meaning all that was harmful to your soul but keeping the lessons. Every scar that …
Hello & Welcome to my 49th episode of the KWH iPad Show! Today’s feature is a Sweetie♥Heart post that I hope you’ll like 🙂
Hey everyone 🙋😘😍 Well, a funny thing happened on my way back from last week’s “blog fog” post…
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Okay, so getting back to my way back from…
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There is a letter hiding
Inside this envelope.
Addressed in handwriting
As if etched….on
A print I recognize…..
Familiar marks I wished, at times, I never knew
Other times, I wished I had known better.
So are our lives…..represented
By this letter……
A relationship of a paper receptacle
With its four corners, glued folds
A flap that awaits closure
With many words waiting to be
You have added, perhaps
A final voice inside this letter.
An ending I search for
Mixed with the anxiety for the loss
Of the sound your words make.
And the question is
If I open this letter
Will reading it stir up all those summers
heated in our veins, or
Will its therapy send a cool breeze
To pacify all the seasons we have invested
In? ….Surely, the wind is unpredictable.
If the breeze picks up,
As it has done many times
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Ther’s a table set from whence to look afar of the blue skies and the deep blue seas beneath the horizon.
This day is not wasted.
There’s lots to see with a fresh coffee in my mug:-).
This day is not wasted.
Spent in wishful thinking
With me 🙂
Written by Jacob Ibrag
Shoutingfromthe top of her lungs,she aimed straight
forhis soul. Finally closing his eyesin fullembrace, he ingested
herflowingenergy. Herwords, puncturing through the cage that kept
hisheart prisonerand locked away.This was it, this was the moment he
would finally let her in. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered. ‘For the longest time, I
thought youwere like the rest of them. Another soul to use me as a buffer
before finding something better. I never gave you a chance, but you never
stopped. You always stayed close, putting up with my ignorance. I need
you to knowthat, I’m finally listening. I needyou to know that, I’ll never
take us for granted again.’ Placing her fingers uponhis cheek, she swore
that she wouldn’t have ever givenup on themfor anything.
At the start of this summer I knew that I’d be going through hell if I stayed at home with my parents the entire time like I’ve always done. But I’m 18 now, I thought. I can make as many plans as I want and I can stay out of the house as much as possible.
So, that’s what I did. For 3 weeks straight I said yes to every plan proposed by my friends and I ensured that they all happened (for my sake). I was out almost everyday laughing and taking amazing photos – two of my favourite pastimes. It was bliss.
But then this coping mechanism of mine to stay out everyday with friends backfired. I felt suffocated by all this human interaction. It was nice at first but then it became too intense. I explored this in my previous post ‘I’m tired of emotional attachments
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Funny, how many armpits there are
Most stay in their place.
Every now and then
One intrudes upon your space
Making it difficult to concentrate
Giving you the feeling that you need to escape
Running to where the air is fresher…..
Free from your boss, Old Spice.
Away from that gossipy wench Dove
Avoiding the smut talk of Gillette
Who is just interested in his Speed Stick
While his fat buddy Mitchum chuckles
At every cute deodorant that walks by.
You want to tell Glide
That her body wash isn’t working!
That’s for Sure.
Brut grunts at you for no reason
Must be football season.
Then there’s Ralph Lauren
Who thinks he knows the goddess Hygiene personally
You want to tell him Hygiene doesn’t exist
Just take a look around the office for proof!
Perspiring is not a Secret!
But, armpits aren’t always bad
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When the head’s too heavy to raise,
When the four walls scream
The tales of your solitude
Eyes chase your soul –
That hides, that is fearful.
Dust and lines make up your existence.
Be your bulwark,
For the wind is wild.
Strengthen your roots
For you create,
Give voice to the words unuttered.
Be the man in the garden,
For there’s a nation of trampled grass
Be the lioness of the wild
For the lion capitultes before her.
Be the scarred beauty in the dark
When stars ornate your presence.
Be a warrior, shield,
The land of the forbidden angels.
Rise from the debris,
Into the proud sky.
Rise, yes rise,
Above the man.