꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞
The search engine of your soul
It doesn’t need a wildcard.
It needs you.
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When you search Google,
You receive a
List of results.
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When you search for God,
In you,
You receive a list of solutions.
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In both
Having the list
It is only the beginning.
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What you do next
Will determine
Your failure or success.
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Sitting with the answers
Refusing the clues
Will never unscrew the screws.
꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰꙰۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞
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About the Creator
EYHCS
Poet by birth. Writer by craft. Artist by nature. I write poems, prose, short stories, fiction, and realism works of art dissecting the human condition and the resilience of the human mind. Many of my pieces are metaphoric stanzas.
When I Start to Love Myself
When I began to truly love myself, I noticed some changes. I started going to bed earlier and enjoyed exercising more. My worries and anxieties faded away, and I felt confident about pursuing the things and people that mattered to me. I found a passion for them that burned brightly. That’s when life started for me.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout 13 hours ago in Poets
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Whoaaaa, this was extremely deep! Well done!
Like this one a lot! Well done!
nice