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Compromise
It is bright Like smiling sunshine It Is light Like coasting air It draws from ambition and hope Dipping deeper into the horizon In order to cope Desiring to break free to somewhere remote It is determination sailing on a big boat I used to cling to what I achieve My success spilled over into…
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Changing Weather
Tomorrow’s dreams are not promised today We will sit on the edge of playful tales To clasp onto the desires of fate We will weave baskets with the love we played We dig deep searching for hidden water Let the wells swell with the life we have found Hoping the hours will not falter Contaminated…
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Wait For You
We started over after 12 years Of complicated feelings, arguing and silence I searched for you like treasure At the bottom of the ocean One minute we were sailing Then we were coasting Then nothing at all We stall then fall Only to end up back in the same place The moments with you, I…
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Short Thought: Purpose
There is a peace in knowing that you have found your purpose in life. When the searching ceases the healing begins. Love always, Ayesha
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Precious
I have seen a wounded animal fight to the death for a chance at life. I have seen birds of prey become the prey while hunting the adversary they thought was weaker. How often do we count out the people who have endured the most? The people that we believe will never recover or heal…
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Writing Prompt: Dream Job
What’s your dream job? I have heard people tell me that my dream job isn’t a job That writing poetry is a hobby Some people find it odd that I choose to write But I do what I love because my passion pushed me forward And it gives me a desire to fight Looking towards…
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Unknown Sea
The delicate truth evades me Does it always have to be so rough? So cold? I feel it in my porous flesh Akin to the ache in my bones It runs from me like a stranger Yet it hits close to home But I look for it Like a child searching for waldo It’s a…
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Unseen Tomorrow
Sometimes, the heart doesn’t know… Yesterday from tomorrow It seems like the days all run together The seconds blur into minutes Followed by inconsequential hours We look toward the unseen Like a fawn searching for their mother’s face, Fresh out the womb Procreated quickly but birthed too soon The future is based on the present…
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