Submissions by MiaMyo
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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Published
26th Jun 2024 2:12pm
26th Jun 2024 2:12pm
Just A Little Faith
Dear God,
They think it's grit that maneuvers this ship, denying reality to be true.
But I see quite clear, salt burning up my tears, turning green irises blue.
They mock like they think they know something, I smile because I know something too.
Faith isn't coersion, it's substance, to touch to feel, to move.
We both laugh, we both wink, as I fold my hands, they feel to think, I mean fail to think...there's more to this picture, there's you.
They think it's grit that maneuvers this ship, denying reality to be true.
But I see quite clear, salt burning up my tears, turning green irises blue.
They mock like they think they know something, I smile because I know something too.
Faith isn't coersion, it's substance, to touch to feel, to move.
We both laugh, we both wink, as I fold my hands, they feel to think, I mean fail to think...there's more to this picture, there's you.
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope #strength
#hope #strength
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Published
24th Jun 2024 3:38pm
24th Jun 2024 3:38pm
Reason
I took shade under the weeping willow.
Shade was a black horse who watched me take a hand full of pills.
He snorted and blew at me, as if to warn me not to be stupid.
I apologized and swallowed them all.
I woke up spewing charcoal and anger, how dare they save me.
As I now look around and count my blessings, thankful for shade under the weeping willow.
Shade was a black horse who watched me take a hand full of pills.
He snorted and blew at me, as if to warn me not to be stupid.
I apologized and swallowed them all.
I woke up spewing charcoal and anger, how dare they save me.
As I now look around and count my blessings, thankful for shade under the weeping willow.
#emotions
#love
#strength
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Published
24th Jun 2024 3:10pm
24th Jun 2024 3:10pm
Enjoy The Process
They take you up higher so you can fall harder, and that's how the world works.
Stay grounded my friend, cut off what's left of your wings and apply war paint to your cheeks, be silent and love in spite of the battle wounds.
Stay grounded my friend, cut off what's left of your wings and apply war paint to your cheeks, be silent and love in spite of the battle wounds.
#emotions
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#strength
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Published
23rd Jun 2024 2:50pm
23rd Jun 2024 2:50pm
Hidden Treasure
I took a beach trip a few years ago, the trip didn't go as planned and we ended up having to come home earlier than expected.
However, there were great moments within the disasterous vacation.
One morning, we decided to get up early and watch the sunrise, as we made our way down to the sand, I noticed an older man metal detecting. Now, I LOVE metal detecting and trompsing around old houses and searching creek beds for lost and forgotten treasures.
So I decided to be nosey and ask the fella if he was having any luck.
I introduced myself and instantly bombarded him...
However, there were great moments within the disasterous vacation.
One morning, we decided to get up early and watch the sunrise, as we made our way down to the sand, I noticed an older man metal detecting. Now, I LOVE metal detecting and trompsing around old houses and searching creek beds for lost and forgotten treasures.
So I decided to be nosey and ask the fella if he was having any luck.
I introduced myself and instantly bombarded him...
#emotions
#happiness
#hope #kindness
#hope #kindness
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Published
23rd Jun 2024 2:10pm
23rd Jun 2024 2:10pm
Excuse Me, What Did You Say?
Don't ask questions.
#courage
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Published
20th Jun 2024 1:12pm
20th Jun 2024 1:12pm
Locusts Plauging My Heart
I love the sound of locusts.
Most people hate them, but they remind me of my childhood.
When the mid day heat sweltered, the hay, ready to be cut, swaying in a hot summer breeze, an ocean of white tassels.
The smell of the field when the chaff floated through the air to gather in the crease of your arms and hair...nose. As we tossed bales into the barn loft.
The new grass that lay beneath panting for rain.
Waiting....patiently.
Then there they were, their chatter crescendoing into a a song of unison, letting you know the dog days of summer...
Most people hate them, but they remind me of my childhood.
When the mid day heat sweltered, the hay, ready to be cut, swaying in a hot summer breeze, an ocean of white tassels.
The smell of the field when the chaff floated through the air to gather in the crease of your arms and hair...nose. As we tossed bales into the barn loft.
The new grass that lay beneath panting for rain.
Waiting....patiently.
Then there they were, their chatter crescendoing into a a song of unison, letting you know the dog days of summer...
#emotions
#happiness
#hope
#love
#strength
46 reads
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Published
11th Jun 2024 3:22pm
11th Jun 2024 3:22pm
Sing To Your Flowers
Birds sing in the early mornings, and when they do, a flower or plants stomata (the mouth) open and exchange gas for oxygen. I wonder, are they singing too?
Lovely to learn...
Lovely to learn...
#admiration
#inspirational
#love
76 reads
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Published
11th Jun 2024 1:19am
11th Jun 2024 1:19am
No Dross
I found a ring for a quarter at a garage sale.
Facets holding crushed turquoise set within a silver band.
One wave of red, one wave of blue.
Surprisingly, when I looked it up it's worth fifty bucks.
I could flip it, sell it.
However, I like it, so I'm gonna wear it instead.
And when all the girls are showing off their diamonds, I'm gonna flaunt my quarter of a dollar silver.
Top that Miss Priss!
Facets holding crushed turquoise set within a silver band.
One wave of red, one wave of blue.
Surprisingly, when I looked it up it's worth fifty bucks.
I could flip it, sell it.
However, I like it, so I'm gonna wear it instead.
And when all the girls are showing off their diamonds, I'm gonna flaunt my quarter of a dollar silver.
Top that Miss Priss!
#happiness
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