One cold water and maybe two. We drank them through the morning deciding what to do . We ate and enjoyed some amazing food. We dreamed of amazing days of life not just one or two . We made goals of fancy bags and happiness. Then we ate until we couldn’t anymore . We laughed and loved. We hugged and kept going . We restored our home and life kept going . It spun around and around without any word. Without our approval life kept going on. We grasped that and kept going forward. Then we went to the places we loved most. A vibrant cathedral. We spent day and night worshipping god for a week straight. Thanking him for the abundance we had received .
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April Liao
I am a multi faceted person on a spiritual journey and learning on the way.
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Full moon dream
Just beyond my eyelids , dancing on the moon . A beautiful ballerina was dancing . She plied and jumped in the air . Leaving beyond her a trail of glitter around . There were sugar plum fairies and giant bears . Then came out were dinosaurs. Eating gum drops so very silly. They played and had fun all day. They wore elaborate hats and bibs with rainbows. They danced and joked . Having so much fun . They ate vegan food and cakes . They learned to do karate . They listened to all kinds of music . It’s much much sometimes to sleep. I love the times when I’m in a dream .
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Dethroned
I've returned from dehydration in the arid desert. I've resurfaced from forced hiatus in isolated Siberia. You held too much influence and power in just one useless finger. But I had the common sense to finally push you away so you wouldn't linger. A pariah speaking at a different frequency than me. We were speaking in tongues and alternating tones that neither of us could decipher. This vendetta will outlast us both. I've placed myself back on the altar and knocked you off your pedestal. Invincible and supreme, there's nothing more you can throw at me. You made me yield when I should have skyrocketed. The defeat you had orchestrated will backfire on you. The elaborate cage you trained me in couldn't withstand my wrath. I've destroyed the illusions you had set in stone. The firing squad is here to finish what I started. Execution by guillotine is a waste of energy. Trial by fire is the best way to go. I've yielded too many times and now the answer is simply no. I wasn't afraid to die with you by my side. I was afraid to live and not dare step out from under your shadow. The fearmonger in me sought more than anything you were ever gracious enough to hand to me. This isn't love nor was it madness. It was an excuse to stay stagnant that made my insanity completely pointless. I assumed we shared our sickness together but it was I who suffered alone. You made your exit so sudden that I was left with this burden to exist alone. You thought you had made this choice for me. I thought I would avenge myself but it is my silence that will speak volumes for me. My choice to remain supreme will perform the spectacle you will never witness. My ability to be invincible is the moment you will never see. Some people will tear themselves apart to find their worth. I always knew I was. I just couldn't locate it until I eradicated you first. You forced me to capitulate and emulate surrender. But I never acquiesced and I never will. The only armistice I agree to is emancipation. Keep your shield up and your armor intact. You may need it when I strike you down and step over your corpse to find my ultimate peace. Misery cannot find me. There is nothing more you can do to deplete me
By Anna Torres5 days ago in Poets
One Minute to Noon
“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
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