Words from the Spirit
by Vincent Godfrey Burns (1893-1979)
Not how much is your gold,
Not how great are your lands;
How kind is your heart?
How clean are your hands? 43 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
by George F. Viett (1868-1943)
“Life more abundant!”
This the glad tidings
Blazoned in cosmic light
Girdling the earth;
“Many the mansions”
For our abidings… 149 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
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I long for a dream,
within a dream
that clears the sight
I am asleep and asleep
I feel nothing
But the craddle of your arms… 77 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
we are human
choking with boredom
dancing with smoke filled bottles of
while meditating on our medications
and the music is silent
a forgotten whisper… 117 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
No Sleep for the Lonely
You’re my Jesus. Like, minus the beard and the robes.
My Personal Messiah.
You didn’t turn water into wine but you’ve turned moments into forever and I’m still drunk with the memories. 219 more words
You are not the first girl I ever fell for.
Not the second either.
She was drugs.
She was heaven. She was euphoria.
She was the closest thing to ever make me feel like maybe, just maybe Life isn’t too bad. 182 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
It would take a few more sunsets until we realize
that there is now a gap between us,
centimeters slowly ripping us apart.
The thing about tectonic movement is… 85 more words