Originally posted on BRIDGET WHELAN writer: Poetry is one of the most fugitive arts: it can be assigned to memory, taken and hidden in the mind, …
Eavan Boland on the Seditious Nature of Poetry QUOTES FOR WRITERS
I waited for Spring
To turn into summer
For Summer to Fall
For Fall to Winter
I waited for Winter to Turn into Spring
The Cycle of Waiting
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting
Always Waiting for The Next
Near Perfect Conditions
Filled With Idle, Uncertain, Decisions
I Don’t Wait
Now, I Do
Celebrate Love
Everyday of The Week
Because Nobody Knows
When Their Last Breath Will Be
Happy Daily
Day of Love, Friendship, Valentine
The track less traveled. Sometimes you have to get off the train and follow it if you’re looking for an adventure.
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Love is Unconditional
True Love is Unforgettable
Love is Selfless
True Love can be Selfish
Love is Art
True Love is Malleable
Love is Empathy
True Love is Empathetic
Love is Not Blind
True Love Can See
Love is an Immersive Experience
True Love, Submerged, Without Getting Lost
Love is Love
True Love is Love
One thought can make you smile
One thought can make you cry
One thought can make you laugh
One thought can make you sad
One thought can give you pain
One thought can give you pleasure
One thought can give you life
One thought can leave you lifeless
One thought can make you mad
One thought can be powerful
One thought adds up
Be mindful of one thought
The story of a feather
That once lived in a bird
Embedded in the skin
Detaching from its home
The wind blew
The feather flew
Rumored to be unworthy
Fallen off the feather’s home
People passing by
Without even a look
A bird flies, lands, picks up the feather
The feather becomes foundation
The feather builds a home
Your words
They sting like pros
Stabbing Swords
Legendary Forms
Parasite in my pores
Transformed myself toxic
Poisoned my own existence
Blinding fogs permeated vision
Coping skills
Self destruction, sabotage at will
Limitations
Transitioned to deflection
No expectation
Utter isolation
Peaceful meditation
Less intimidation
Healed incarnation
Abundant simulation
Your Words vanished
I replaced them with Truths
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
The stages of grief when you find out and apply that when you know better you do better.
Dandelions in the fields
Weeds that help to heal
Some pull and pluck and kill
The plant is a weed
Something too ill
Not knowing the speed
To cure, mend, and feed
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
Judge a book by it’s content
Everything has a purpose and grace
Even in the most forsaken place
The weed thrives, cures, and blooms
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