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  • whatrealityisthisagain 8w

    You

    I try to run, I try to hide, I try to walk away!
    But you just follow, taunting me, hunting me like prey.
    My heart doth flicker, my flame is dead,
    I've no more tears to quietly shed.
    Only in darkness do I strive
    For with the light, you hide your lies
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  • whatrealityisthisagain 30w

    Dawn

    And when dawn breaks, Chaos will be set free
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  • whatrealityisthisagain 30w

    Have you ever met an angel?
    With a soul so pure and full.
    Have you ever felt her loving embrace?
    And engulfment of her protective grace?
    Have you ever smiled with a guardian?
    Laughed as she played the comedian?
    Have you gazed into her loving eyes,
    And watched as twinkles there arised?
    And with them knew without doubt!
    That protection is what she was about?
    I have. And though the loss is great,
    I'm so grateful you were part of my fate. ��
    Have you ever met an angel?
    Loving, helping, and comical?
    I have. I call her Aunt Diana,
    The one with whom serving is her main agenda.
    Dear Aunt Diana, please rest in peace.
    Now and forever your suffering ceased.
    I love you much and shall miss you dearly
    ...
    Or rather ...
    I should say, I miss you already ��

    #lossoflove #missyou #loveyou #rip #restinpeace #loss #missyou

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    Angel

    Have you ever met an angel?
    With a soul so pure and full.
    Have you ever felt her loving embrace?
    And engulfment of her protective grace?
    Have you ever smiled with a guardian?
    Laughed as she played the comedian?
    Have you gazed into her loving eyes,
    And watched as twinkles there arised?
    And with them knew without doubt!
    That protection is what she was about?
    I have. And though the loss is great,
    I'm so grateful you were part of my fate.
    Have you ever met an angel?
    Loving, helping, and comical?
    I have. I call her Aunt Diana,
    The one with whom serving is her main agenda.
    Dear Aunt Diana, please rest in peace.
    Now and forever your suffering ceased.
    I love you much and shall miss you dearly
    ...
    Or rather ...
    I should say, I miss you already
    ©whatrealityisthisagain

  • whatrealityisthisagain 38w

    Wish of 10 Words

    "Know and understand all languages for every being in existence."
    This dear Genie I would ask of thee.
    Not only to speak with foreign country folk,
    But to listen to the animals and to fin'lly truly see.
    To converse with the Flora, and chatter with the Fauna.
    How glorious would it be to set boundaries with the spiders?
    To whisper with the butterfies? Or hum with the bee's?
    To understand your plant's true needs?
    How magnificent would it be to speak to the earth in all her beauty?
    ©whatrealityisthisagain

  • whatrealityisthisagain 40w

    Rhythm

    Sway with the rhythm
    Sing with the breeze
    Dance with the crickets!
    Chant with the leaves!

    Whoosh, whoosh, chirp
    Croak, croak, swish
    Thump, thump, fluttler
    Swoosh, swoosh, hoot

    Feel the rhythm all around,
    Speak with languages once lost
    For you, dear one, have now been found
    In the rhythm of the world, you have been reborn.
    ©whatrealityisthisagain

  • whatrealityisthisagain 42w

    Unconditional Love

    I feel like so many people are so busy trying to find or buy unconditional love that it's turned into a currency and next to no one truly knows how to give it anymore
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  • whatrealityisthisagain 43w

    Chilled Dark Night

    On a chilled dark night I find myself sitting,
    Comforted by darkness, I realize I'm fin'ly breathing. 
    On this chilled dark night, the moon sings her brilliant song, 
    And the stars join in, twinkling and chiming along. 
    There's a calm unlike any quiet of the day, 
    And a peace so serene it's beyond words to portray.
    I sit there and wonder with thoughts finally clear,
    Engulfed by the night, I no longer find fear. 
    For the night is full of love, that and honesty,
    The darkness welcomes all, in all authenticity. 
    In this beautiful dark night, I sit and I wonder,
    My thoughts flowing freely, to the darkness: I surrender. 
    ©whatrealityisthisagain

  • whatrealityisthisagain 43w

    Strong are we, forged from the fire.
    Resilient are we, broken to bits.
    Powerful are we, left to fight on our own.
    Hard are we, betrayed after helping.
    Sturdy are we, left to crumble all alone.
    Happy are we, torn apart from within.
    Loving are we, who love with scarce return.
    All these are we, because we had to be.


    #strong #strength #forgedfromfire #broken #powerful #betrayed #happy #lovong #hadtobe

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    Are We

    Strong are we, forged from the fire. 
    Resilient are we, broken to bits. 
    Powerful are we, left to fight on our own. 
    Hard are we, betrayed after helping. 
    Sturdy are we, left to crumble all alone. 
    Happy are we, torn apart from within. 
    Loving are we, who love with scarce return. 
    All these are we, because we had to be. 
    ©whatrealityisthisagain

  • whatrealityisthisagain 43w

    Motives

    Those that question your motive when you act out of love, are most often the ones with motives of their own.

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  • whatrealityisthisagain 43w

    Dark Mist

    The dark mist surrounds. Engulfs. Suffocates. Drawing out beings of ill intent from their depths. They ravage and they pillidge, threatening all that come near! These gremlins of misfortune! These demons unkempt. Fed by the mist, they grow each passing hour. Small at first, but they get bigger faster and faster! There are those that try to warn of this terrifying danger. Beings most oft’n misunderstood. They shake us and cry in earnest, then shield us in their power. But alas, this makes it that much worse. Their eagerness to protect feeds the gremlins around, they in turn share with the dark mist to spread it all-around. To feed others’ emotions; to feed others’ demons and gremlins slumbering in their depths. Demons named Anger, gremlins named Stress, Fear is another, Greed and Resentment two more. The list goes on while Anxiety and Panic fight to defend us; there’s a mist of emotions that feed our demons hidden in our depths. 
    ©whatrealityisthisagain