Angel Grove Net

Science holds no imagination to beauty
You can carry a knife, and still trust everyone
Tiny creatures, tired of their fins
Born in a season of drought
Rise above the grief bate and sugar sorrows
You cannot be abandoned
If you are raised by the lost

Obsession holds water better then love
But a cliff is still a cliff
when the worst thing you have been through
has always been a fair fight
But a bride is still a bride
until thou say differently
Because they don't know
what silly is

No poem this week, but some comforting things you probably need right now.

You were once small enough to be carried to your bed
you might still be small enough to be carried to your bed
Dogs and cats exist
Accidental alliteration
You share the same eyes as your younger self. Even now, seeing the world in a different way, the eyes are still the same.
Its ok to cry over things you thought you moved past
The definition of the word serendipity
you do not need to wear matching socks, its just feet who cares.
when you really start doing things for yourself? their opinion matters so much less
Anxiety is just conspiracy theories about yourself, and its never true.
Someone will always be proud of hard you try, or far you've come.
You are the one person, over the course of your life, you will get to know best.
Its ok to make mistakes.

Starlight has stopped visiting
They stopped wishing
Burn like the city of wyatts
Before the riots
Because you are better then the demons
whispering in your cheeks

The jellyfish wished for their hearts to become luminescent
There is no work for stars here
a waltzing wrecking ball
hallelujah, we are fucked.

Compassion, which is would be defined as unconditional love
is essential to life.
So, you might say, that we are encouraged to love

Consider the battered piñata
They may beat you to bits
but there's still good candy inside
So tell me more
about how worlds end
and what passes for living
in the afterlife

No poem this week, but a wellness check instead.

Is everyone alright lately? Its heading into spring, after all. And that can sometimes lead to seasonal depression. Its not just the winter months it happens in.

There will be days you'll want people to like you
more then you want to change the world.
Because in order to change
you have to give something up
Because every time you think your world is ending
Its actually just beginning.

Adversity only makes us stronger when we understand there is a purpose.
Every threshold is surrounded by fear.
As you step over it, it becomes resolution.

Trauma has a way of becoming the wallpaper of your head. Drag the art out of suffering and plant flowers in the wake of it

Eventually you'll have built an empire out of the ashes of every single thing that ever tried to destroy you

Sometimes the weight of decision try to bury you
Don't let the shame tell you something
That you know ain't true
Just because you feel like a stranger?
Doesn't mean you are.

Can music save your mortal soul?

How do you “come out” if I can call it coming out when it’s not about sexuality, or gender, but another fundamental part of myself that people ought to know? Only a few people, those who couldn’t miss what they saw know just now and some by extension, but not by name. It’s...getting harder to hide, and I’m not ashamed exactly, or worried, but it IS awkward and sort of niche and things...

May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground

I am the son of nowhere or a king,
a champion is afraid of losing,
mandrake screaming into the morning,
I am now clear as if dying.

Man is truly free when not afraid and do not want anything,
men are made to stop listening,
obtain the result of morning,
rarely occurring.

Take your cross singing and not sighing,
a dead just crowned her nothing,
later soft and groups passing.

Drag the art from suffering
Plant seeds down your spine and bloom
into a garden of poetry
of every horrible horrible thing that ever happened to you
Even if the process is so slow
that all you can do is wonder if you ever had a place
You did
You still do
Don't forget that.

Sometimes the cold wind blows
Sometimes the wolves rush in
Don't let the darkness surround you
It ain't worth all the worry
Someday soon, these worries roll on.

Monsters are tragic beings;

they are born too tall,

too strong, too heavy,

they are not evil by choice.

That is their tragedy.

It's like someone is playing mind tricks.

Lockheed and I will just...continue trying to enjoy the free world. But I may need to get a job soon. Money...