The flower blooms
Based on water, dirt, sun, and groom
When we nourish
We flourish
What we groom blooms
We bloom our Grooms
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Bad Days are Good Days
Bad Days or Good Days
If you learn the lesson
Embrace the blessings
Make the most out of any situation
Bad Days
Become good days
Sometimes the best days
Crumbs are Not Love
We all deserve abundant love
Not the kind that binds you
The type that blinds you
Leaving emptiness and crumbs
We deserve the kind of love
That takes your breath away and breathes
The kind that gives you butterflies
The love that makes you feel seen
Love that understands and feels with you
Intoxicated not confused
Appreciated not abused
They say love hurts
but I don’t believe that is true
Crumbs Hurt
Abundant Love Heals and Grows
Every Drip Counts
A drop from the sky
formed into a pond
filled up a lake
that turned into a river
an avalanche of water
that filled up an ocean
a simple drop of water
can add to the oceans
with only one drop
we are never insignificant
every drop counts
Endings are Beginnings
multiple open windows
A closed door
sky scrappers built from the bottom
health is the best price
when illness is ravaging
thankful for life
but only when you die a little
appreciate the light when in darkness
understand darkness can be light
yearn for a past gone for too long
and miss out on the present and future
what is it a loss?
if it was not meant to be?
sometimes endings are beginnings
multiple open windows
guide you to the open door
waiting just for you
Reciprocal Vibes
Give a seed water, a plant blooms
Give a child love, a heart soothes
Give a kind touch, a person heals
Give understanding, someone feels seen
No words necessary
Emotional erosion
Of unhealed wounds & pain
Turned into abundant love
Not a word was said
Organized Chaos :) Journey Through The Mind of a Writer
Debths are levels
Levels can be devils
Devils might be rebels
Perhaps Angels
Observers
Permeating thoughts
Developing Plots
Story Line, Paragraph, Block
Cloudy Thoughts
Birthed lead to Clearance
Cathartic Spaces
Divine Places
Rooms in Chaos
Transcend to Melodies, Rhyme, and Flow
The Hands of a writer wrote
The Minds of the author grow
Words of Arte
Mourning Words
Mourning Words
Sadness, depression, obsessions
Sedation, regression, never liberation
Words Can Oppress
The Spirit Impress
Into an empty address
Some people mourn daily
Not realizing, In the blink of an eye
In the breath of inspiration
With purposeful exhalation
Permeation through flesh
In the depths of a word
Submerged Mourning Words
If altered and suffocated
Transformed into Morning Words
Daily Dose
Who you follow may be lost
Lights are blinding
Lights are guiding
Paths are winding
Paths unwinding
Closing doors one after another
Opening doors one right after the other
The blind can see
The ones that can see are blind
The blind can’t see
Moral of the story
Be mindful of who you follow
They may be lost too
We all have been there
Until we find our way through
I Don’t Wait, Now I Do
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
The Grind 