Today, I was nominated for a Liebster award by fellow blogger, Sonali, of the blog Just Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/) Thank you very much to Sonali. Below is my response to this nomination. About Sonali and Just Me According to Sonali's About Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/about-me/): Hello beautiful people, I’m Sonali, the author of Just me. I’m an 18 year old from … Continue reading 2020 Liebster Nomination (Sonali)
This isA world of suffering. We can never hope to receiveComfort and contentmentIf we search for it inThe material world. Love and peace can only comeFrom within and the source from which that draws,As well as from one another,In our treatment of each other,In the choices we make,And in our behaviors thusly.
What sacred spectres are these, What sacred spectres are these, To whom you call out to when down on your knees, Whom you wish to appease, With your chants and your pleas, Whose visage you accept without question, Without sight Faithfully? Can you not see, Can you not see, That the spirit exists Manifests endlessly, … Continue reading What Sacred Spectres are These?
To give is to receive Life Can be made To hold meaning Beyond that which any words could capture For value is derived Not inherent Defined at will By those that conceive it Time is much the same In that our only evidence of it's existence Are it's effects observed Perceived and interpreted Within a … Continue reading On a Grand Scale
Am I alive and well? Some days I cannot tell. I walk, I talk, I breathe But am I really me? What does it mean to "be"? Is it only what you see? Or is there something missing In these lines, In shapes and shades and days, Too long at times, Too dense to be … Continue reading Dream Ourselves Awake
To my last dying breath I will fight To tell you To show you That you You Are enough Just as you are Not as I Not as you Might wish you were But just as you are A beautiful Caring Loving Capable Person With so much still To give As well as to receive … Continue reading You Are Enough
Ink-black words On ashen page Darker lines from Darker days Tell of love Of all from grace Tell of memories Long since erased This paper heart Folded tight Once was clean Once was white Those days are gone But that’s alright So long as remains Room to write So long as remains Will to fight … Continue reading This Paper Heart