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  • ‘Day Away

    What’s in the way—
    first thought of the day?

    First thought of the day:

    If I still knew how
    to play pretend

    first things first
    I’d love my brain again.

    “Have fun,”
    they say.

    Fun?

    These days
    I spend most days

    running from
    the very idea.

    I don’t bother—
    I don’t let “fun” bother me.

    Instead,
    it’s with peace

    and ease
    that I wish to
    ‘shoot the breeze.’

    Everyday
    I do my best—

    I try.

    Even when the only way
    I know how
    is

    to cry.

    No day is perfect
    but what’s a day that’s as close to perfect as it can get?

    It’s allowing it
    to be okay

    that my best looks different
    depending on the day.

    To trust that
    to have it any other way

    wouldn’t accomplish the same.

    Because to live is
    to survive
    before it is to thrive.

    Now what they don’t tell you
    is thriving takes reviving.

    And what remains
    can’t be given a name—

    until the day you can say
    “I trust in you.”

    And so I grew.

    At las,
    anew.

    And new…
    and new.

    And I’ll continue to grow
    let it show

    bask in the afterglow

    of the perfect day
    on replay

    with my someone else—
    the one I never

    gave up on
    finding.

    So when asked to describe
    the perfect day

    some might say
    it’s bright.

    When asked
    I insist

    they’re not quite right:

    it’s blinding.

    Aisa M

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    • Hello,
      I thought your poem was quite impressive. Your feelings are greatly conveyed through each verse and your perseverance is inspiring. And I hope many more “perfect” days come your way!

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  • P. R.A.Y

    I’ve been going through some things…

    I had a dream, it was something like Dr. Kings.
    I had a dream, it was something like Dr. Kings
    But I aint have the answers Sway, so I went somewhere and prayed.

    I pray one day we all take the time out to read, so our minds will be set free. Slow down and end the programming of the music & the T.V.

    I pray we become more conscious of the things we consume, redefine what we call food.
    I pray we learn to nourish our mind, body & soul.
    I pray one day as a people we become whole.
    I pray one day, as brothers and sisters we can tend and mend each others broken wings.
    I pray we can learn to do things from our heart, and not just to be seen.

    I pray we truly believe we can fly! Without a basketball, backwood, sheets and funnel or whatever method it is you use to get high.

    I pray we stop living just to get by.
    I pray we use our voices to sing to the most high.
    I pray we look in the mirror, acknowledge and turn from our wicked behavior. For let a man examine himself.

    I pray we stop bragging about riches and strive for wealth. I pray we stop playing the game for self, the only way to win is to not even play.
    I pray we all can sit and learn to pray.

    I’m not a player, I’m a prayer.
    I pray that those who think they have to keep it on them, pray that they never have to use it. It’s a war within ourselves and some things I pray we can learn to leave on the shelves and at the altar.

    I pray we unlearn all the detrimental things they’ve taught us.
    I pray we realize it’s a spiritual war for our souls, and that it’s all mental.
    I pray we realize that sex is sacred, and learn to respect our temples.
    I pray that when it gets dark, you can be light for your peers.
    I pray that this prayer fall on open ears.
    I pray we all learn to face our fears.

    I pray we can acknowledge each other by name.
    I pray that you recognize, I am you and you are me. We’re one in the same.
    I pray we learn to hate fame. I pray that your spirit is renewed. Realizing you’re a fearless, righteous, educated and strong human. That’s F.R.E.S.H.

    I pray you know you’re not lucky. But yes, you are blessed. And yes, I pray this prayer outlives me.
    I pray you share and soak up all of this knowledge and wisdom I’ve given from my heart for free. Amen

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    • Hello,
      Your poem is very beautiful and refreshing. I appreciate the honesty and one can hope one day in the, preferably, near future, it’ll come to fruition. Thank you for your prayer.

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      • Thank you 🙏🏾 I’m glad this blessed you. Please share with anyone you feel it will bless. Just a prayer 🤲🏾 from the heart, growing up and experiencing life in Washington, DC the other side of the White House, the Capitol and the Monument.

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  • My Perfection

    As close to perfection
    A day can get
    It has to be filled with
    Joy, laughter and a good time
    Simplicity at its finest
    I picture a day filled with love
    Surprising my Bae with tickets
    To see one of her favorite comedians
    B. Simone
    Not ruining the surprise
    Being a little suspenseful
    ‘Cause the romance
    Should never die
    Keeping the spark alive
    Laughing uncontrollably
    From start to finish
    Seeing that smile on her face
    Means so much
    Any day with you makes the world
    Seem perfect
    Even though we know that not to be true
    You are quite a dream come true
    Any other day that could even measure up
    Would have to be filled with
    Rest, relaxation, some good music and poetry
    A warm bubble bath to soothe the tense muscles
    Forgetting the troubles of the day or week
    Allowing my self care to be my peace
    Resetting my intentions
    Cleansing my mind, body and spirit
    A perfect day can lead to many blessings
    I just pray for a day that is calm
    That leads to memories to be cherished
    And is close to my definition of perfection!

    Tracy B.

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  • A Perfectly Perfect Day

    Streaks of gold sift through the slits of wood as I wake to feel the warmth caress my face.

    Lips brushing against my forehead with silken kisses gently encouraging me to open my eyes.

    A quiet conversation while slowly sipping cinnamon tea. I feel the heat in the curve of my hand as it transfers from my favorite ceramic mug.

    Bringing me peace as I embrace the tranquility of the moment. The aroma enveloping my senses and perfuming the room.

    I casually let my fingers slide over my wardrobe as I create my ensemble for the day.

    The beauty of feeling unhurried and able to relish in the pleasure of selecting garments showcasing my individuality.

    I fold my body into my girl, a brilliant blue Jeep, made naked as to relish the scents of spring and the whispers of the wind.

    The destination not the priority. A leisurely excursion to escape the restlessness.

    Taking in the warm breeze on a sunny afternoon. The radio playing my favorite songs, bringing back memories of times past.

    The path followed as I sail through the countryside leaving thoughts of my younger years and dreams left along the way.

    Stopping midday at a favorite cafe to indulge in a meal with my closest friend.

    The conversation bringing joy to my soul as we talk lightly and laugh loudly without reservation.

    Smiling as I head back home with the hours on the backside of the day. Time moving slowly and shadows appearing as the miles drift by.

    I lace my shoes and head out into nature to indulge in the solitude of running alone. This too invoking feelings of pure satisfaction.

    Allowing for silent meditation and a chance to release the burdens held within. The one true moment of peace as I feel the calmness radiating throughout my body.

    As day cascades into night I welcome the quiet of the evening with the one I hold dear.

    Welcomed home with a sweet embrace. The beauty of detailing our day in an encouraging exchange.

    The sun slowly fading and capturing the last remnants of this beautiful moment in time.

    I climb into the comfort of our bed with the arms of my beloved pulling me near.

    I drift off knowing I wouldn’t change a thing. Time stands still as I recall the perfect day.

    Jody Seymour

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    • This is so soothing! Sounds like a wonderful day. Thank you for painting this picture for us!

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    • Greetings,
      Your writing beautifully captures the serenity of simple joys and cherished moments. It paints a picture of peacefulness. Bravo!

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  • A Perfect Day for a Perfect Me

    This day starts with me opening my eyes to give thanks.
    Thanks to My King, My God, for soothing my soul.
    Allowing me to wake up in absolute peace and feel whole.
    I feel as though I’m lying in the clouds,
    emotionally safe and secure as I embrace this moment.
    This is my state of euphoria, and I emphatically own it.
    My mind methodically plans for what lies ahead
    as the lyrics to melodic tunes play in my head.
    My perfect day has just begun.

    The routine of my day has never been so smooth
    I patiently take my time constructing my look to fit my mood
    From head to toe…
    My glow, my fit, my flow.
    I look in the mirror, pleased with what I see,
    comfortable in my skin and free to be me.

    As I head out into the world and follow my script
    I long for the taste of some java, retail therapy, and a favorite flick
    Why? These are the makings of me.
    The smile on my face and the confidence in my walk.
    I could live out this day many times over.
    No stress, no strife, no roadblocks ahead.
    My perfect day is far from over.

    This day is just what I’ve made it
    with the blessings I’ve been given.
    The strength to get up and live my life.
    The mindset to understand that life is what I make it.
    The love that I have for myself to do the things that make me happy.
    Most of all, knowing that every day is a gift
    and not to be taken lightly.

    As the evening rolls in and slows down my perfect day,
    I pull up a seat at my favorite speakeasy without dismay.
    There to indulge, I partake in a lovely, herbaceous and tart,
    yet ever-so-sweet libation,
    as I wait for this day to deliver its final culmination.
    Not sad to see it go by any means,
    because I know there will be many more days like this to be seen.
    Perfect in every way.
    Just me living, loving, and enjoying my fulfilling day.

    While reminiscing about this day, I sit back and say…
    There was nothing particularly special.
    Nothing out of the ordinary.
    Just a day of me doing me.
    I suppose that’s what makes it so perfect,
    it reminds me to just be.
    A perfect day, for a perfect me.

    Kortney R Garwood

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  • sunshine psyche

    one day it’s dark,
    actually, it’s been dark, for months,
    so dark that one could not see in front of them.

    however now —
    now, there is light.

    at the flip of a switch what was once dark — is bright.

    the gloomy cloud has passed,
    the rain has stopped,
    beautiful rainbows begin to appear.

    sunlight glistens over the waterfront,
    sunlight that makes brown eyes turn to honey,
    warmth of light that gives you hope,
    fills you full of glee.

    the shadows hide away,
    the light is beaming,
    i can see again,
    i can slow down.

    i can feel positivity in all that surrounds me.

    beauty is in this life,
    beauty is all around.

    skies turn to cotton candy,
    lovers turn to home.

    no longer lost,
    everything i have longed for,
    lays before me.

    i see clearly again.

    this is who i am.

    i am the sunshine,
    the light,
    the gleeful warmth.

    the switch flipped,
    my light is now on,
    newfound growth shines from within,
    creating greater hope for tomorrow.

    Hannah Gray

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    • Salutations,
      Your poetic reflection on finding positivity amidst challenges is very encouraging. The transformation from darkness to light symbolizing hope and inner growth is very touching. Very happy for you! 😀

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      • thank you! having to learn to live with being mentally ill has made me realize all the beauty in the darkness and inspiration in everything “light” around us.

        to quote dumbledore: “happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.” <3

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  • A Beautiful Day In Nature

    We always get asked what’s your ideal “perfect day,”
    As I’ve gotten older, it’s changed in so many ways.
    The place I’m at in my life, it’s very simplistic,
    Especially since I’ve grown, aged and learned so much about myself.
    A perfect day for me is actually by myself,
    It’s an every Friday thing that I always do.
    Waking up to sun shining bright through my window,
    As I open the shades in my apartment to embrace nature.
    I start my day drinking warm water to open my stomach,
    Then making myself a good breakfast which consists of waffles, a muffin and fruit.
    Next comes stretching my body and packing my bag,
    To venture out into the world, embrace and appreciate nature.
    I put on my helmet, put on my earplugs, put my backpack on my back,
    Hopping on my bike to go on a nice bike ride through my neighborhood.
    As I ride my bike and cross streets, I’m appreciating the sunlight hitting my skin,
    As my eyes look at the world from behind my sunglasses.
    I look at the mountains as it becomes beautiful scenery,
    Making my way to a long bike path to get a few miles in.
    The music playing can be anything from hip-hop to lofi music,
    Most of the time, it’s a playlist I created where I don’t skip songs.
    There are people on the path walking or biking, sometimes it’s a good morning,
    Most times, it’s just me being in the moment and thinking about nothing.
    After three miles, it’s off to the basketball court,
    To get a workout in where it’s me, my basketball and the rim.
    For an hour and a half, it’s working out, people watching and listening to music,
    There isn’t a care in the world, no lists to do, no phone calls,
    No social media, no text messages, my world is quiet.
    After a workout, it’s resting and recovering my body,
    Friday nights sometimes consist of me watching something that will give me content ideas.
    It’s reflection of my week, goals I’ve accomplished, talking to my mom,
    She always finds a way to say something funny and we crack jokes.
    It’s funny how as we get older, life becomes simpler,
    It’s the little things that make us happy and feel fulfilled.
    The joy and happiness I feel spending time in nature brings perspective to my life,
    It’s what I’ve longed for and now, it’s become a beautiful reality…

    Jamell Crouthers

    Jamell Crouthers

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    • Greetings,
      Your expression of finding beauty in the joy of the mundane rest day is relatable.
      I think everyone can agree that a rest day in solitude is sometimes preferred after maintaining and surviving life. Nicely done!

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  • Mason

    My day could start in ashen gray
    like dried-up winter weed bouquets,
    but then my grandson shrieks, “Mammay!”
    and color swirls in rich array.

    A fingerpainted masterpiece
    infused with snacks and sweetened tea–
    bright backdrop for the tales we read,
    immersed in toddler fantasy.

    Flamboyant toys conceal the floor,
    confetti from a plastic war
    that ranged from couch to Singapore–
    and now he begs to go outdoors.

    Bemusement stains pale cherub cheeks
    and nature springs delighted shrieks
    when stones splash into frothy creeks
    or bluebird skies frame honking geese.

    Aweary fingers grab my hand,
    for will alone cannot withstand
    the golden grains of sleepy sand;
    I lull him into lala land.

    Reflection on this drowsing dear
    who celebrates with heartfelt cheer
    the wonderment of Gaia’s sphere
    is every dark mood’s rainbow cure.

    Necia Campbell

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    • This poem is so full of love! Thank you for writing this, it’s beautifully done!

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      • Thank you! He really makes my days so full of love…grandbabies are the best! ❤️

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      • This is absolutely beautiful! The abundance in love that pours out of this piece is astounding!

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        • Thank you! I’m hoping to be able to one-off print him a chap book of poems he’s inspired so he’ll always remember how much I loved him when I’m gone. I’m not dying, though, don’t worry! 😊

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    • Ciao,
      I quite enjoyed your piece and you portray the blessing of children quite well. I can feel your emotion and the vibrant essence of your relationship behind it. Very beautiful!

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      • Thank you! I’m so thankful that I get to spend so much time with him. He’s such a love and so much fun. ❤️

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  • A Perfect Day

    An alarm-clock-free morning,
    There’s nothing more soothing.
    I took my first sip of coffee
    As I lounged by the window,
    Absorbing the beauty of a day minus responsibilities.
    “I love everything about today,”
    I affirmed, consumed by my thoughts:

    Maybe, I’ll make the hour-long drive
    To my favorite beach,
    Visit a couple of discount stores,
    Or stop by that cozy little restaurant, I adore,
    For a savory meal and a delicious treat.

    I could always search for
    A binge-worthy show,
    Grab a bottle of Chardonnay,
    Pop some popcorn and snack,
    Until I drift off into the most pleasant sleep,
    Cultivating the sweetest dreams.

    “You know what?”
    I ask myself aimlessly…
    “You’re overthinking it…
    The only way today will be perfect
    Is if I do all of these things.”
    So, I did.

    K. S. Love

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    • Ciao,
      Your poem of indulgence and relaxation is delightful. I love the idea of a spontaneous adventure as well.

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      • Hi there,
        Thank you. I appreciate your taking the time to read it. Sometimes all we need is a little spontaneous fun.

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  • Perfect Isn’t Real

    What is a perfect day? Well, in all honesty, there’s no such thing. I could sit here and think about all the things that make life seem perfect. I’d rather not. That would make way for my mind to validate why other days aren’t “perfect”. Life is life. There’s no way around it.

    Perfect is undefinable, an opinion. An opinion I’m learning to stay away from after chasing it for most of my life. I’ve learned trying to be perfect and looking for perfection is a downhill spiral. I will never be truly happy in search of this. I’ve tried to be perfect in academics and sports, yet I’ve always been extremley hard on myself when I mess up. I’ve tried finding the perfect significant other, yet look for every reason why they aren’t. I’ve tried to be perfect at my job, yet feel guilt when I can’t do everything the exact way I want it to. The list goes on.

    But guess what? I am human! Humans aren’t meant to be perfect. We are meant to fail and learn. We are meant to get embarrassed and be humbled. We are meant for rejection and leaning into introspection. Humans are meant to make a fool of themselves and change into the person they want to become. Nobody gets out of here perfect, and if someone acts as if they do, they’ve lost touch with reality.

    I’m learning to be grateful for the small things. I’m learning to have hope when I feel like giving up. I’m learning life isn’t all or nothing. I’m learning giving my best is going to different at times and that’s okay. I don’t need to wait until I feel things are perfect to take action. I take action, giving it my best effort that day, and there’s nothing more I can do.

    To be honest, I still feel I’m trying to find the perfect sentences, the perfect thoughts, to produce the perfect writing piece. But hey, I’m a human and still on my learning journey. Embracing truth within myself and the world and learning to be real is my new defined definition of what I thought I was searching for in perfection.

    Jane P

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    • Salutations,
      Personally, I agree with your viewpoint. Perfection is a fickle thing, outruns everyone. Your emphasis on authenticity and resilience is an appreciated reminder. A gorgeous reflective piece, bravo!

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  • My perfect day oh perfect day

    My perfect day oh perfect day
    I feel like living my life my way
    If I lose the joy of living my life
    My reasonable happiness leaves me with my strife
    I better be living this time of year
    It don’t matter if I shed a tear
    If I’m not living happy or not
    Forever in a web I shall be caught
    My perfect day oh perfect day
    My life shall go on I shall have no dismay
    If I am not happy alive or dead
    Then off the world goes with my head
    I want to live, that is my way
    My perfect day oh perfect day

    My perfect day oh perfect day
    Life shall go on or so they say
    I want to live for I am free
    To do many things of value I see
    I love to play music even swim
    I don’t care if my body is slim
    I live my life breathing and glad
    Glad I don’t die, man that would be bad
    I ain’t afraid to be called up yonder
    But it ain’t my time yet so it I won’t ponder
    My life is mine I won’t be swayed
    My perfect day oh perfect day

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    • Greetings,
      Your writing is lovely, the celebration of freedom and glee of living on one’s own terms. I enjoyed the rhyming. 🙂

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  • An Ode To The Little Things

    I stayed in bed
    until I reached
    the outskirts of morning.

    The birds gave pep talks
    instead of songs.

    I got changed
    and found ten dollars
    in my pocket.

    It’s summer but it rained
    and I wonder why nobody
    has made laundry powder
    that smells exactly like this.

    I make the perfect eggs.

    The toaster
    that loves to burns the edges
    leaves them edible.
    I thank it for its kindness.

    I go outside and jump in a puddle.
    There is still that childhood dream
    that it will be a portal
    to an alternative dimension.
    One where Netflix didn’t cancel the OA.
    One where we could trade
    our sadness for money.
    Gosh, would I be filthy rich.

    Me and the neighbour
    do our awkward dance.
    The small talk jive.
    We bow and say
    ‘have a nice day!’
    We really mean it.

    I walk to the coffee shop
    and the sky is still
    rubbing sleep from its eyes.

    The wind is playing solos
    on telephone wires.

    I hold the door for a stranger
    and we share a smile.

    I tell the barista a joke
    and we both laugh
    at how unfunny it is.

    I take the ten dollars
    and order a flat white, one sugar.
    I say keep the change.

    I find a bench, and I ruminate.

    I realise
    Happiness is right here –
    why are we crying
    like it is so far away?

    Ash Raymond James

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    • I’m obsessed with your writing style. This is such a wonderful reminder to appreciate the little things.
      Also: i, too, wish that Netflix hadn’t cancelled the OA.

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      • Thank you so much. I cannot actually express how mad I am about the OA. I did it in such a calm and casual way in this piece but honestly, once a week I remember they cancelled it and I have to make myself a cup of tea and go listen to the birds. Such a cliffhanger. Netflix are savages.

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    • Greetings,
      Your ode is stunning, shows the magic in living in the little moments and to cherish them. You never know when you’ll be mourning an old favorite. My condolences.

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  • Perfect Day

    Hello my friend
    May I share with you my perfect day?
    I hope you’ll stay until the very end.
    First I wake with the golden sun, grateful and joyful – I pray.
    Hydrate and fill this vessel with fuel
    Moving and stretching keeps my emotions cool
    Giving thanks for each moment I’m given
    This life flows with grace like a ribbon
    My love then goes freely to all of Gods creatures
    The large and small – all have different features
    Life sweet like the slow drip of honey straight from the comb
    I never rush, worry or stress because I know in my heart, I am always home.

    Sofia

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  • Dear Father

    In my perfect day
    You’d still be here
    We would be sipping coffee
    By the pier
    Watching the morning sunrise
    Seeing the glimmer in your eyes

    In my perfect day
    We would read underneath palm trees
    Taking in the ocean breeze
    Snapping memories that will never leave

    In my perfect day
    Cancer wouldn’t exist
    Taking you away
    Would be completely dismissed

    In my perfect day
    We would watch the sunset by the water
    You would never leave
    I’d still have my father

    In my perfect day
    I would live inside a world
    Where there would be no fear
    And when the day is done
    You would still be here

    Bre Lynn

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    • Salutations,
      Firstly, my sincerest condolences. May he rest in peace.
      I feel your grief behind your words. I pray your heart heals and your memories bring you comfort, more than pain. Your piece is very expressive and elegantly melancholic.

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    • I am so very sorry for your loss, Bre. This is an incredibly beautiful poem. I am sure your father is smiling while he watches over you. Sending hugs. <3 Lauren

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  • A Perfect G.W Day

    Another day rises from the ground
    But with a different flavor to it
    A day of traveling and clearing the cluttered mind
    And also creating a wonderful time

    Let the special day start with eating some delicious breakfast
    Food that speaks to my soul
    That makes me feel whole
    And inspires me to conquer the road

    When the road and I meet
    Some of my favorite songs and I greet
    Like it’s the first time
    We’re getting to know each other’s mind
    As I unwind during this special time

    While jamming and cruising on an unknown highway
    Various historical statues and beautiful land catch my eye
    Giving me a positive high
    That I don’t want to end
    But continue to ascend

    And embrace this rare feeling
    A beautiful beach awaits me
    And hypnotizes my eyes
    With its waves

    It waves at me and says ‘’come on in’’
    But, before I take my first jump
    I just want to stare at its beauty
    And take a million pictures of it

    Then I charge to the calming water
    Like a soldier ready to do battle
    But only remain in the safety zone
    While watching others enjoy themselves

    The perfect ending to a perfect day
    It would be great to have another perfect day tomorrow
    If only this could become a reality.
    For now, wishing and dreaming about it will surface

    Sincerely,
    Gerald

    Gerald Washington

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  • My Perfect Day

    The perfect day for me is a day without pain
    Because I go to sleep sad and I wake up insane
    The perfect day for me is a day without stress
    Because I walk around like I’m happy but deep down I’m depressed
    I smile to keep from crying I smile because it’s all you can do
    The perfect day for me is the day that I’m at peace with you
    Amen

    Christina Wilder

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    • Hello,
      Your writing has pulled my heartstrings. Very clever with the rhyming. I hope your pain becomes bearable, if it doesn’t cease. Thank you for sharing.

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  • Backwards through Perfect

    What is a “perfect day”?

    My head rested heavily on the pillow. Memories of the long day swirled in my mind. Exhausted, but content from my perfect day.
    The empty tea mug was set gently in the dishwasher. My book lay closed by my ruffled bed. Sleep was calling.
    A movie left unfinished, the kitchen was clean. House reset for another day.
    The evening had been bustling with dinner preparations. The counters dusted with flour, pans, and spices. The food sizzled on the stove. Dessert wafted through the room.
    Sunset called the evening home as we walked along the water. My darling pup ran in ahead as the city lights danced in the eyes of my lover.
    The afternoon vanished from sight as pages were written, rewritten, and tossed. The book was being born.
    Lunch was a quick salad break from a morning of creativity. Papers were strewn across the floor, books on the coffee table, and my favorite mug forgotten amongst the piles. My typewriter pierced the air with the prattle of the keys. Ringing to remind me I was at a new line.
    The late morning awakened my senses as I sat in a quiet coffee shop, mulling over plot lines, speaking commitments, and blog fantasies.
    Breakfast was a moment of calm before the crazy, my mind released all emotion and thought as I journaled a planned my day. The pup dashed around the house, energetic from the morning run.
    Water gushed from the faucet sputtering in protest from the shower head. I washed all sweat and worry away, hopeful for a new day.
    The sun crept from behind buildings and slowly woke up from its sleep. I smiled, walking back from the gym. Another beautiful start to another beautiful day.
    My mind woke up moments before I pulled myself out of bed, my lover squeezed my hand as I left for the gym.
    What is a perfect day if not one spent doing what you love with who you love.

    By Rose

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    • Hello,
      Your descriptions are so vivid and detailed, artistically written. I love the reflection aspect of it, an enjoyable perspective. And the contentment oozes from the words. Nicely done!

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  • Perfect Palette

    Get out of bed
    One leg after the other
    Feel the sunshine
    Thank you earth mother
    Move my body
    Energy rediscovered
    Indulge in good food
    Dopamine wonders
    Learn something novel
    A new lens uncovered
    Protect my peace
    If needed from others
    Feel connected
    With another
    Rest and reflect
    A time to uncover
    Close my eyes and know
    With love,
    Today I colored

    Rachel Brennan

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    • Greetings,
      Your letter is a beautiful expression of self-love and appreciation. You inspire a sense of gratitude, growth, and mindfulness. Keep shining and embracing all the stunning aspects of yourself.

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  • I’ve Awoken

    I’ve awoken
    in cars
    off a shoulder
    overlooking the sea
    started my day
    with morphine
    and coffee
    and vomit on the street
    I’ve awoken
    in deserts
    under one single tree
    beside strangers
    on carpets
    slipped away quietly
    I’ve driven til shadows
    melt into sands
    and the stars bleed
    into purples and pinks
    when cold weather
    has dried out my hands
    and I’m too hungover
    to speak
    I’ve awoken
    in twin beds
    in distant lands
    with lillies draping my canopy
    with no one around
    to marvel at scenery
    with me
    throughout this wide world
    all my wheel’s quick rotations
    all the planes
    and the trains
    and the rides
    from London’s Heathrow
    to Grand Central Station
    every dawn
    I’ve awoken
    to rise
    everyday is impeccable
    all the struggles
    and pain
    so delectable
    as the earth
    flips through the slides
    in my eyes a
    projection of beauty
    the greatest adventures
    the prefect day
    is the day
    I’m alive
    and I live it
    and seize it—no matter the risk
    perfection is this
    what we all
    wake up with
    this wonderful gift
    all scared and excited
    to be welcome; invited
    to live for the sake of living
    to rise and to fall
    to feel love and
    feel lost
    and the awe to awaken—
    awaken at all.

    LoreX

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    • Your poem beautifully captures the raw essence of life’s experiences, from moments of vulnerability to the joy of being alive. It reminds us to embrace every day as a precious gift and cherish the beauty that surrounds us. Great poem.

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    • This was an exhilarating read! I agree with Keyjah about how raw and open it is. Thank for you writing this!

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  • Letter To Heaven

    Our day starts with coffee. Black, no sugar and two creams. Just how you like it. I would pour myself a cup too, even though I hate coffee, and sit both coffees on the end table by your rocking chair. I can hear your voice now: “Thank you baby.” Your voice hoarse from years of labor. We would pick our cups up and sip at the same time. Well, not quite at the same time. I always forget to blow my drink first and burn my tongue. My face twisted up in pain. Whereas, you always blow your drink first and never take on more than you can bear. Literally and figuratively. Now that I am older, I admire how still you can be. Sitting, day after day, in the comfort of your rocking chair, drinking your coffee and watching Lifetime movies. I relish that stillness. On my perfect day I will definitely have to be still. I wouldn’t want to do anything at all, but put my feet up and drink bitter coffee. To some people the perfect day is a day on the beach but any day spent being still with you would be perfect to me. I would get hungry about halfway through my cup. My stomach growls, which prompts you to rock yourself out of your chair and head to the kitchen. Your walk weary from years of service on your feet. Following behind you, I grab a plate off of the table and hand it to you. You fill it with grits, sausage, eggs, french toast, a waffle and bacon. I could have made my plate, but you always made it for me. “Just sit down at the table, baby. I got your plate.” With an orange juice to match, I sit at the dining table and go to town. With a full belly, I waddle back to the love seat right next to your chair. I look outside and see kids playing, but I don’t feel that pain in my stomach anymore. Growing up without someone to play with and share secrets with has always weighed heavy on me. I carried loneliness with me throughout my adolescent and teenage years. Always an onlooker, a wallflower, the bullied. My perfect day I will not have those feelings or be consumed with looking to something that I don’t have. Even though I didn’t have a friend my age, I had a friend who didn’t mind drinking coffee and watching movies with me on a random Saturday morning. She might have been fifty years older than me, but she was my best friend. She never turned me away and she always made me feel like I belonged. If I can have one more day spent with you, just being still, that will be the perfect day. And I do have a secret to tell you, best friend. I miss you and I still hate coffee.

    kevya sims

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    • Keyva, your letter beautifully captures the depth of your connection with your older friend. The shared moments of stillness, coffee, and watching movies hold a special place in your heart. Your longing for one more day with her is noticeable. Your love shine through your words.

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