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Poems, Prose, Journals

Happy Thanksgiving 🍁

Happy Thanksgiving to all the Legendary Writers of Tomorrow, celebrating this lovely holiday today! To keep the tradition going, here’s a list of everything I’m grateful for:

  • My wonderful family. I love them with all of my colorful heart. Can’t wait to see everyone today!
  • My amazing friends. They’re the real MVPs. We’ve battled life, got our behinds kicked, quite a few times, and have stuck it out together!
  • Breathing. I’m thankful to be living, walking, and exploring this wondrous world of life.
  • WordPress. It’s amazing being able to give my imagination a voice, in which WordPress helped with.
  • All of you amazing writers that I have met this past year! It’s been an honor getting to know a lot of you, learning from you all, and sharing literary art amongst each other. Thank you guys so much for the writing camaraderie! It’s been an honor and a blessing!

Prank

The jokes on you, as I jump out from the side. This can be a scary time, make sure to check your behind. I may hide in the bushes, or dress like a scary snowman. Maybe I’ll gift a whoopee cushion, or dress like a haunted program.

I may put a sheet over my head, and run out with a “boo!” I may even put a creepy mask over my face, and stand like a statue.

Lake, a body of water, surrounded by land. Prank, a body of humor, surrounded by grins.

It’s the kid in me, never growing up, and having some fun. Maybe one day it’ll happen, but for now, you better speedup and rrrrrrunnn!

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

Let’s talk about self-love. Is it wrong to love yourself? How much love are you able to reward your soul? When does it become narcissism? Am I narcissistic? Maybe a little, I suppose.

I find it relieving to finally be able to say, nowadays, that I love the man in the mirror. My reflection and my protection. I love my common name, I love my height, and I definitely love the skin I’m in! If hate is yang, then I am yin.

Life isn’t easy sometimes, but is it for anyone? Probably not. We all have our own gun. We all have our own battles. It’s a blessing when you find the path to release your shackles. Being held down by a mental prison, with the “kicker” being, it was created by an inner mission. To keep yourself from getting hurt. To divert. Though, the hurt in not living, only does a revert.

How does one live if one isn’t living? The joke that keeps giving. It’s a little tired now. See you later, joke – ciao! Ain’t no mountain high enough, to keep me from loving myself. Time to bid the colorful antipathy, a longing farewell.

Seedful Thoughts

Planting a thought and watching it bloom. It’s a beautiful thing. It’ll sprout magical leaves, grow high as a tree, and blossom. As the leaves fall, a bit of thought’s magic descends, as well. Creating new realms and journeys. Where should the leaves fall next? Will the magic raise new projects?

Plant the thought and watch it blossom. A seed, that creates magic, what could be more colossal?

Dreaming

Letting the unknown embrace my mind. The REM time, the blurry line, it’s all images of a sign. Sometimes I can remember, while other times, it phases out of sight.

Weird, is this practical?

I can wake up feeling good, or sad, but it’s all hidden by a hood. The more I press on a scene, the quicker, it evaporates from my screen.

Anyone have this problem?

I could’ve sworn I watched this program before. Deja Vu to the core. The Morpheus lore. Another cut, to add, to the score.

Are we having premonitions?

The recalling of futures past. Viewing of a dream, that’s already been cast. We’ve all worn this mask.

Isn’t this so prudential?!

Getting down to business, I love the clowdy series. It’s like our imagination has created visionary theories. Dreaming feeds our minds with clues. Letting our essence go viral, our thoughts with views.

Walk & Store

Walking to the store, enjoying the scenery. Beautiful gusts of breeze, with beautiful, levitating greenery.

Nature is so colorful and very mysterious. The clouds, the revolving rounds, it’s all so curious.

Coffee, in hand, with cotton and some poly, to toe. Signs of the picture changing, awaiting, the arrival of snow.

I see the musical birds and the brown, running animals. Auburn leaves, from rooted trees, it’s all joyously laughable.

Arriving to my destination, point stops now. It’s euphoric to take a walk, while watching Earth play, it’s beautiful sounds.

Growth Part Two

The need of chapters to evolve. The want of pages to involve. Wanting to become something different. Needing to provoke something whispering.

Change the season. Change the scene. A chance to alter the inner reason. A chance to alter the outer routine.

Something that’s physically similar, mentally peculiar, and spiritually familiar. A rebirth, or another growth.

Sink the Cronus vessel and drown the past. Rise, Zeus ship, and the future cast.

The evolution of a role, growing from a thought. Growth of a soul, and the evolving, of a louder plot.

Stages of the Ages

It starts off warm with love, and through love comes the cool pain. It’s a lane that sometimes bring rain.

Though, guess what? It’s only a stage.

Pain is the beginning of life. From pain, birth happens. The pain feels everlasting. You long for the hurt to end. It doesn’t feel like it’ll ever stop.

Though, guess what? It’s only a stage.

The joy is born, and a new stage begins. The beauty of joy feels complete.

Though, guess what? It’s only a stage.

Ups and downs. Standing tall or bowing on the ground. The ladder of stages are universal. Our battles are forever dispersal.

Guess what, though? The stage is meant to perform.

Enter the relay. Become the star in the play. What would be a great title?

The Stages of Ages.

Starring: The Leading Pages.

Peace

Why so much hate? We live in a world that is at constant war. Is peace real? Maybe for some, though for others, it’s a constant battle. It even gets around, and it travels.

The thought of peace. The calmness in a dream. The tranquility when peace clings. To say the least, that union has a ring. Please, let harmony sing!

Preach – praying, can peace be a thing?!

I yearn for it. I’d fight for it. I’ll even die for it. It’ll be worth the truce after it.

Peace, be still!

Could the beauty of the sea be sheer? Would the breathable air be clear? Should the beaming Earth be a neutral peer?

Shall the unbearable fire cleanse the insincere?

Please…let peace be near. ☮️

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