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To be hungry and to be cold these are the things I know
my mind and my own demons always been my greatest foe
Being brought out of darkness and watching time unfold, as every setback becomes God's opportunity to shoot for gold.
Hopeless and abandoned not knowing where to go, I looked up to the sky and discovered what it is to know
To be saved and to be loved and given the opportunity to grow
Hopeless and abandoned the things I no longer know.
I love you my son. Your daddy's life was bought at a price. You are my life's gift ❤️ I'd relive my hardest moments over and over with pleasure, knowing I'd be blessed with you.
آخرین رویای من
دو چشم خسته ی من در این امید عبث
دو شمع سوخته جان همیشه بیدار است
تو نیستی که ببینی
تو نیستی که ببینی چگونه عطر تو در عمق لحظه ها جاریست
تو نیستی که ببنی چگونه عکس تو در برق شیشه ها پیداست
هنوز هنوز پنچره باز است ,
هنوز هنوز پنچره باز است
تو نیستی که ببینی چگونه پیچیده است
طنین شعر نگاه تو در ترانه ی من
تو نیستی که ببنی چگونه میگردد
نسیم روح تو در باغ بی جوانه ی من
#آخرین_رویای_من#شعر#شعر_نو#شعر_کلاسیک#غزل#غزل_پست_مدرن#art#art 🎨 #poem#amazing ** لینک کانال تلگرام ما در بیو **
Colors Of The Rainbow
I was flying deep inside the rainbow's core. The bright lights before me, peeking out of heaven's door. Colors pulsing through my body, of vibrant blue, red, green, and gold, pushing out a tiny hand for me to hold. Falling fast from the rainbow's gleam, awakening in my hospital, was it all a dream? The first time I saw him, fragments of the rainbow rushed through my mind, his beauty so bright, it struck me blind. My little boy, my rainbow's blood, BRIGHT RED, running rampant through his veins, my tears of joy leaving multicolored stains. Now the rainbow's black, I am mute and colorblind, guilt, and grief swimming through my mind. I walk through my dead world in a daze, the once vibrant colors, turned into gloomy grays. Suicidal thoughts, seducing me, with their dead call, whispering "The rainbow's gone my love, why don't you just end it all"? In my dreams I hold my son, my precious little one. We are safe, back inside the rainbows core, the misery and pain, now a locked forgotten door. The rainbow stretches, as it tears my womb open, under the rising sun, and once again, TJ and I are as one.
a life lived is permanent,
resting in eternity.
carried on forever,
in our loved ones
in our close ones
we live on.
the body is our transport,
our mind is our being.
do not think people can go
they will always remain
in the things we see
in the things we feel
in the things we experience
our futures and pasts.
we carry those connected in love.
that is the warmth
the warmth of our bodies.
present but not felt.
In honour of #internationalpoetryday yesterday, my favourite poem: 💫 "I leave myself about, slatternly,
bits of me, and times I liked:
I let them go on lying where
they fall, crumple, if they will,
I know fine how to make them walk
and breathe again. Sometimes at night,
or on the train, I dream I’m dancing,
or lying in someone’s arms who says
he loves my eyes in French, and again
and again I am walking up your road,
that first time, bidden and wanted,
the blossom on the trees, light,
light and buoyant. Pull yourself
together, they say, quite rightly,
but she is stubborn, that girl,
that hopeful one, still walking." - Kate Clanchy, Slattern. Ft Peaceful progress graffiti in Cardiff. 🌞
There are good days, bad days, good times and bad. When things go good for a while just be prepared because sooner or later the universe will have to balance itself out again. What can you do, it's just the way life goes. #life#universe#poem#selfie#lost