Miraquill
The sky will grow brighter once you've found where you belong.
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Maybe writing isn't for me, but it makes me feel something deep.
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Gulp
My hunger has not gone away for days. I keep eating and eating but remain empty all the same. Nothing will ward off this feeling, of dispear and sorrow. It's going to haunt me forever, I know it will.
I'll close my eyes and see his face. I'll roll over in bed and reach for his body. When I come home, I will shout to an empty house that I am there. All these things will continue, without anyone to hear.
To fill the void, to feed my hunger, I've done it all. I've taken on every duty, every role, never leaving myself time to think about it. But I feel it. I feel the hole inside me. It only seems to grow larger, with nothing to numb the pain, it will have me a husk in many days.
I will gulp everything in existence down, to avoid thinking about you. I won't look it in the eye, until it has come to take my life.
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Hiding nothing. But still never being found.
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Bees
The bees buzz until the work is done.
Yet they are still smelling the flowers.
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Stand Firm. Be Tall.
The tree so beautiful and elegant.
Standing firm and strong.
No matter how the wind pushes,
How cold and direct the wind presses up against the tree,
The tree will be firm.
Storms will wash through,
Battering and weakening the tree,
But it will not fall.
Thunder will clap by its ears,
Lightening will flash dangerously close.
The branches and limbs may bend or snap, but its core, its body stands tall.
The roots of the tree go deep.
They dive down into the Earth,
Twisting and turning all around.
The roots spreading through the ground like fires of a forest.
Roots that hold on tight when the wind comes around.
Roots that will not let the tree fall down.
The tree is nothing without the roots,
The tree could not stand without the roots.
Fruit of the tree would not grow without roots of the ground.
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Existing in the absence of everything.
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Migraine
Pain heavy in the eyes.
Swelling deep inside the head.
Throbbing against the skull, brain about to explode.
All the noises of the world ringing around.
Every scent stinging straight into the soul.
Light coming in so bright,
Even the slightest could burn a hole.
Now this everyday,
The pain won't go away.
Not matter how patiently you wait.
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Cry with me
Cry with me tonight.
Feel the warmth of tears fall down your face.
Each droplet forming in your eyes,
Only to break on your cheek.
Watch as your eyes turn red.
From pain and agony.
Bursting with water,
Salty as the sea.
Race your heart against the oceans current.
Loud waves hitting your chest,
Beating hard on your ribcage.
Brusing from the inside out.
Swallow air, thick and hard to cut.
Gasping with panic,
You take what you can get.
Never enough.
Not until you have cried with me,
Not until you have felt and hurt like me.
Can you say you understand me,
That you are sorry for what you did to me.
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Journey
The clouds have formed around your head, blurring eyesight and choking your lungs.
You push through like a lion but can't see the end. Wondering where you will go or if this even leads anywhere.
Hands out feeling for something or someone, only to realize this place is empty. You are alone. No hope, no help. This is a blind journey you take alone.
Gasping partially from the clouds and partially because of your tears. When will the path clear, how do I get myself there? -
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Body
To cherish the thing we use everyday.
Feel the sensations of life and even pain.
From the bottom of our soles,
To the top of our mind.
It carries us all day,
and even at night.
Beaten down
over and over,
Used beyond repair.
It aches and bags for some basic human care.
A mind inside,
Signals for the bones to glide.
Going from here to there,
Never thanked
for transporting us anywhere.
With each beat of the heart,
Blood makes its way around each part.
With each inhalation of air,
Life fills us to the rim.
Its used everyday,
Sometimes for the simplest of things.
Never truly earned,
But always ours to keep.
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