The tapestry of life
The veiled truth sparkles
Sad when we’re in strife
Why can’t you see my angle?
Ignorant to be precise
Shining in lightness
Searching for a paradise
Instead of one in bleakness
A mutable cuttlefish
Flaking in the sea
Don’t be so childish
Otherwise I’ll flee
Such a grey existence
As the bee buzzes
Can I survive in your absence?
Don’t know what’s the fuzz?
Can we make it rosy?
The shadows of the past
I say with a plea
Let’s give it a blast
The place where you can find out what Lillie thinks
Even if it takes me not nine but nine hundred lives -Susan ashwoth
Aooga, Aooga - here there be prompts, so dive right in
Places I've been, sights I've seen and everything in-between
Be your own kind of unique!
In The Beginning Man Tried Ascending To Heaven via The Tower Of Babel. Now He Tries To Elevate His Existence Using Hallucinogenic Drugs. And, Since The 20th Century, He Continually Voyages Into Outer Space Using Spacecrafts. Prayer Thru Christ Is The Only Way To Reach Heaven.
sweet life, salty advice.
I wonder who doesn't suck at marriage on some level...
Don't decide to get hurt, just go along with all of this knowing there's nothing I can do but keep going. I am pushed and pulled by forces and I know that where I am is a place I will look back on, with nostalgia, with a very intense memory.
I always love your poetry. 🙂 This line, especially: “Why can’t you see my angle.” A reminder that truth is often subjective. My truth and your truth don’t always align – how do we come together? Thanks for this beautiful way to start a Friday! (Visiting from FMF)
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thank you so much, Annie 🙂 have a lovely weekend ❤
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