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Sticks and Stones

We fulfill our destiny in this life as the events dictate. We wake up and go to sleep every day. We sit by the fire in the winter holding deep conversations with those we love and cherish. We consume the prepared food at the table in the corner. We cook,clean and even breathe under the watchful eyes of the home.

Under the roof and cuddled in the arms of the walls around us. The home, the house, the place we go when we need the gift of love.

Sticks and stones with flesh and bones... Home... dennis

Open your Soul

Empty your troubled mind into the vast Nevada skies. Let your heart see the the options that life offers in the arms of nature. Fill your soul with the incredible possibilities that lie around the corner... dennis

The space between this and that, Between here and there. Spaces not left or right. The space where imagination weaves wonders...dennis

Rural.. Abandoned.. Dreams lost.. Life........death ....           dennis

I probably love Emily D too much but I've #noregrets #poem #poetry #poemsofig #poet #poetryisnotdead #emilydickinson #classic #literature #americanpoet #selflove #hope #dream #beautiful #wordporn #joy

When you are old by W.B Yeats. Too much feels but it's just beautiful. #poem #poetry #poemsofig #poet #poetryisnotdead #wbyeats #classic #literature #melancholy #beautiful #wordporn #nostalgic

"i’d memorize you in ways you forgot you existed"

"i’d memorize you in ways you forgot you existed" by Astrum

i wouldn’t ask for permission to admire you — i’d just do it. quietly. thoroughly. like i was built to notice you and no one else.

i’d memorize the way your breath hitches when you’re almost smiling, the exact second your eyes soften when you let your guard down, and the curve of your lips when you almost say what you’re scared to feel.

i’d learn you like my favorite song — not rushed, but looped forever. until every sigh, every glance, every unspoken ache was part of my heartbeat.

and when you forget how rare you are, i’d whisper it against your neck, press it into your skin, etch it into your bones — until you remembered that being wanted never had to hurt.

“I write slowly… with depth…”

Whispers Between Pages By Astrum

I have always trusted the quiet of untold stories, the soft ache that lingers between what is written and what is merely felt.

I do not chase endings — I unfold them, slowly, like paper worn thin by longing and hands that know the weight of memory.

Somewhere between ink and skin, I found my truest voice — not to speak louder, but to listen deeper to the words that choose to find me first.

Is it your poetic gaze, those damn poetic eyes, or just my poetic heart, the very reason why every part of you each way you exist, is the most beautfiul possession that i can ever call mine....

-mauli ♡

Blurred between love and hate

How do I decide my fate ,

When my heart tells me to wait

But my mind tells me to do a double take ,

Life isn’t ment to be a surf

But why was we brought to earth

With this thing called worth,

Emotions are tough

When other people are rough,

Just another torch

To light up the path

For another soul to walk

While we wait in the back fall ,

Why did the cells give me a heart

To just keep being scarred ,

It don’t know when to stop

And that will be my flop,

On this place we call earth

Burnt from inside , out

For something we call love.

@trueemotions91

Confused they once told me .

Confused of what I asked ?

Life was thier reply.

Life? I asked ? Im Not confused of life , I’m confused to why in life is so much hatred . I understand life is a game of play but I can’t accept the world we are in!

I can’t understand the broken homes, the hunger, the greed , the death!

I don’t understand why another human would want to hurt another human?

Or is it because they ain’t human ? Or maybe I’m not?

Surely in life we all want the same , love , happiness and equality!

I don’t understand how ones brain can tick to create such havoc ! I don’t understand how we as humans can disregard each other’s life so easily !

It’s not humane - yet we call ourselfs human! A human has a heart and two eyes ! To see and to feel the damage of our actions ! Not to be blind!

So yeah I’m confused to what has happened to the what we call human life !

@trueemotions91

It's been years.

It was yesterday and a century ago,

Your steps still echo in the rooms,

Your words still ring in my head.

You have been gone a long time,

And yet you live

You exist now in my dreams,

In the good ones, I recall your leaving.

It is in the nightmares where I forget.

They trick me,

put me in a trance and

make me believe again.

I wake up from the nightmares only to realize,

That they weren't real.

They itch and hurt,

After everything I have tried to bury them,

they keep coming back up,

Crawling, scraping against my mind

they find a way to torment me every single time

Let them die, just like the one I shared them with.

I have seen death more times than I would care to remember. I stared at its face as he loomed over my brother. I watched as he sat at the foot of my grandmother's bed. I looked him in the eye as he followed my grandfather. Each time I begged him to have mercy. To leave them alone. This was the first time that I gazed upon him and felt his embrace hoping he would take me with him.

I wish to make my love pure again.

𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓻𝓾𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶.

Even when the earth beneath my feet is crumbling,

Even when the oceans of the world are raging,

Even when the sky is at war manisfesting storms,

Even when everything around me is burning in hell fire,

Even when souls around me are leaving their bodies,

I will always run back to him.

I wish I could turn back time,

To when we had our first connection.

I would write our story all over again,

But this time with more experience.

I am chaos,

I am cursed,

I bring destruction to the table,

I ruin everything,

Everything that I have ever touched,

Everything that I have ever felt,

Everything...that I have ever loved.

2016

November 4th, 2016

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/2016

Untitled (car window)

2017

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-car-window

People Pleaser

February 17th, 2021

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/people-pleaser

Untitled (rainy days)

2016

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-rainy-days

Sunday Drives

January 3rd, 2021

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/sunday-drives

Untitled (gravestones)

~ 2016

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-gravestones

Untitled (disaster)

~ 2016

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/untitled-disaster

Mother-In-Law

January 1st, 2021

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/mother-in-law

NPR

Good news is like a good symphony

Close your eyes and listen for hours

The ups and downs of various voices

Monotone or melodic they chime away

Knowledge falling from a fountain

A source unseen and wearily trusted

But it comes so easily from the teeth

That tumble and fall and catch again

A dancer re-footing from a stumble

And off they run from point to point

To one I give a hum and nod

A chorus of opinions from the radio

And on and on the chatter runs

- anna magee (January 7th, 2021)

https://www.buymeacoffee.com/artsymagee/npr