“There will always be those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don't see the part of you that smolders.
Don't let their doubting drown out
the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the first drop of rain in a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you.
You are needed by all the little girls
still living in secret, writing oceans
made of monsters, and
throwing like lightning.
You don't need to grow up
to find greatness.
You are so much stronger than the world
has ever believed you could be.
The world is waiting for you
to set it on fire. Trust in yourself
and burn.”
― Mouthful of Forevers
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don't see the part of you that smolders.
Don't let their doubting drown out
the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the first drop of rain in a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you.
You are needed by all the little girls
still living in secret, writing oceans
made of monsters, and
throwing like lightning.
You don't need to grow up
to find greatness.
You are so much stronger than the world
has ever believed you could be.
The world is waiting for you
to set it on fire. Trust in yourself
and burn.”
― Mouthful of Forevers
“God placed us on earth to be kings and priests”
―
―
“That window which connects you
to the agony of other people;
that’s your soul.
Close that window and you are soulless.
And a soulless man is vestigial.
He hears but cannot listen. He sees but cannot notice.
And everyone knows:
when eyes and ears become jobless,
We look for excuses.
We hear angels and devils speak. We confabulate.
We make up gods
and lick their feet.
—Superstitions”
― Poems That Lose
to the agony of other people;
that’s your soul.
Close that window and you are soulless.
And a soulless man is vestigial.
He hears but cannot listen. He sees but cannot notice.
And everyone knows:
when eyes and ears become jobless,
We look for excuses.
We hear angels and devils speak. We confabulate.
We make up gods
and lick their feet.
—Superstitions”
― Poems That Lose
“WINTER'S GHOST:
Autumn moon
incautious in the dark river
Winter’s ghost walks
with a covered face
and silver bones wait in all animals
to be bone cloth upon her shoulder
wait for her happiness in that they are silver”
― Mystical Tides
Autumn moon
incautious in the dark river
Winter’s ghost walks
with a covered face
and silver bones wait in all animals
to be bone cloth upon her shoulder
wait for her happiness in that they are silver”
― Mystical Tides
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