Tag: loving

The Risk Of Loving

Published on by Susi Bocks23 Comments

Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Jewels & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #174

the streaming brilliance of those i adore
elicit my smiles and warm heart-felt thanks
for providing a cushion from the cruelty in this world

the love i hold for those i love
fills me with joy and comfort
an ease not found elsewhere but with them

occasionally worry squeezes my head
allowing anxiety to ripple through my heart
the safety of the jewels in my life takes priority

i hope desperately to ensure their longevity
because what would i be
without them


Reblog – Let me by Lexa Lubanga

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This piece filled with love, nurture, support, and empathy certainly is something to aspire to be for others. Would that we all possessed that. Our world would be a better place for it.

Lexa lubanga

Let me,
Be the fire within.

Let merry,
Be the way to be.

Let me,
Be the one,
To colour all that is left unwanted inside of you.

Let me,
be the last shinning star you ever want to gaze at,
and draw wishes closer to your lips from your heart,

Let me,
be your light.
Let me.

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Reblog – About the body by Shayleene MacReynolds

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An excellent piece delving deep into what heart-felt emotions can do to us. I was pulled into her descriptions, fascinated by how well it described where grief can lay and feel. Just wonderful!

The Wild Heart of Life

Even though I won’t ever see them again, I still carry them.
Inside and outside
On the lining of my heart
And the edges of my brain
Beneath my fingernails
Or hanging from an eyelash.
They saturate my writing and my words
Sloping from an s, or cradled in a y.
Sometimes, they are even in a glass of whiskey glass of wine.

But this is about the body.

If you were to unwind me out across the earth,
Spread out this fleshboat of a body crack open the ribs and peer beneath the surface—
They would be there too.
Resting on an iliac
Sleeping in a clavicle
Wrapped around the vertebrae
They trickle through the veins.
A small room, and the feel of them inside of it
The light and how it pours in through the window
A book of poetry upon the nightstand
A guitar sitting in the…

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