Submissions by MiaMyo
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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Published
20th Jul 2024 2:46pm
20th Jul 2024 2:46pm
Simplicity Of A Sammich
One thick slice of Khans bologna.
A ruby red Beaf Steak tomato from the garden, I prefer a thick slice.
One slice of bread, slathered in Mayo.
A ton of ground pepper, a slice of All American Cheese on top.
Slap that puppy together, pour yourself a glass of ice tea, kick your flip flops off, and swing that porch swing baby.
Then smile cause you know the secrets of life.
Well, one of them at least.
😎❤️😉
A ruby red Beaf Steak tomato from the garden, I prefer a thick slice.
One slice of bread, slathered in Mayo.
A ton of ground pepper, a slice of All American Cheese on top.
Slap that puppy together, pour yourself a glass of ice tea, kick your flip flops off, and swing that porch swing baby.
Then smile cause you know the secrets of life.
Well, one of them at least.
😎❤️😉
#emotions
#love
#TimeHeals
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Published
20th Jul 2024 2:37pm
20th Jul 2024 2:37pm
Embrace The View
I used to see rainbows in everything, around everything.
I thought, wow...that's awesome.
Everything is beautiful ❤️
As it turns out, it was just glaucoma.
I thought, wow...that's awesome.
Everything is beautiful ❤️
As it turns out, it was just glaucoma.
#parody
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Published
19th Jul 2024 1:00pm
19th Jul 2024 1:00pm
Tired
I feel my fingers slipping.
Whether or not it's by want or lack of strength I cannot say.
The sunset was beautiful yesterday, its warmth seeping through my aging skin into the depths of my broken soul, as if to whisper...just hang on.
Dear Soul,
Im trying, but I'm tired.
Whether or not it's by want or lack of strength I cannot say.
The sunset was beautiful yesterday, its warmth seeping through my aging skin into the depths of my broken soul, as if to whisper...just hang on.
Dear Soul,
Im trying, but I'm tired.
#love
#strength
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Published
16th Jul 2024 3:23pm
16th Jul 2024 3:23pm
Frontopolar Cortex Is Never Easy
I lie when I write.
When I'm angry, I speak peace.
When I'm heartbroken, I speak of love that is strong.
Science says when we go against the things we want to do, opting for the things we ought to do instead ( what we know is right) a certain area of our brain grows.
Interesting thought.
When I'm angry, I speak peace.
When I'm heartbroken, I speak of love that is strong.
Science says when we go against the things we want to do, opting for the things we ought to do instead ( what we know is right) a certain area of our brain grows.
Interesting thought.
#emotions
#hope
#strength
130 reads
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Published
16th Jul 2024 2:56pm
16th Jul 2024 2:56pm
It's All About What Your Heart Desires Life To Be
I was told the other day by an in-law that words were spells.
Well, if you use your words with a heart full of witchcraft then yes...words are spells.
But...if you choose words that only positively benefit your soul and the soul of others, like the written WORD says to, then only light and good can be produced by your vocabulary.
Scripture says, "out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speakeths," so...I guess they are right in one sense, if the intentions of ones heart is to speak evil and darkness, then yes, words are spells.
But, if the heart truly...
Well, if you use your words with a heart full of witchcraft then yes...words are spells.
But...if you choose words that only positively benefit your soul and the soul of others, like the written WORD says to, then only light and good can be produced by your vocabulary.
Scripture says, "out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speakeths," so...I guess they are right in one sense, if the intentions of ones heart is to speak evil and darkness, then yes, words are spells.
But, if the heart truly...
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#strength
108 reads
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Published
12th Jul 2024 12:49pm
12th Jul 2024 12:49pm
Thankful For The Blue Bird
I love birds!
Especially doves, and then there's this little blue bird that often visits me.
It's flew down my chimney on more than one occasion.
Knowing I'll catch it and release it again.
It's always on days I'm down too, quite remarkable really.
I think of how God sent ravens to feed his worker in the wilderness.
I'm just as Paul said, nothing more than a filthy rag, but the thought of God sending a little bird to bring me joy on days that I'm down, well, it's just a beautiful gift I don't feel worthy of.
Especially doves, and then there's this little blue bird that often visits me.
It's flew down my chimney on more than one occasion.
Knowing I'll catch it and release it again.
It's always on days I'm down too, quite remarkable really.
I think of how God sent ravens to feed his worker in the wilderness.
I'm just as Paul said, nothing more than a filthy rag, but the thought of God sending a little bird to bring me joy on days that I'm down, well, it's just a beautiful gift I don't feel worthy of.
#emotions
#gratitude
#hope
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Published
8th Jul 2024 6:24pm
8th Jul 2024 6:24pm
Who's That Kid?
I had a dream I was in a beautiful dress with three-D flowers all over it.
I don't feel pretty much in life, but in this dream I was twirling in that beautiful dress like it was nobody's business.
Not a care in the world, just me, the way I am, with my little girl inhibitions that hide deep in my heart, and my fully grown woman awareness.
I woke up smiling.
I don't feel pretty much in life, but in this dream I was twirling in that beautiful dress like it was nobody's business.
Not a care in the world, just me, the way I am, with my little girl inhibitions that hide deep in my heart, and my fully grown woman awareness.
I woke up smiling.
#emotions
#happiness
#hope
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Published
8th Jul 2024 6:17pm
8th Jul 2024 6:17pm
What I Really Want To Say
The sky is blue today, birds are singing, garden is growing, everyone's healthy.
Thank you God!
Thank you God!
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#strength
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Published
1st Jul 2024 12:21pm
1st Jul 2024 12:21pm
Ink Well
Watching a poet fall in...love?
Lust matching lust, forgetting the possibility of statistics.
Be careful young muse, lest your woeful heart be crushed by a curious pen, who's only desire is to write you off the page after the masterpiece has been written.
That flame that sparks creativity and memory of how to put color back into words again? That same flame will burn you if you're not careful.
Or maybe my observation is completely wrong, and the irony is, you also get off on matching energy.
Maybe opportunity is a gift to both authors...
Lust matching lust, forgetting the possibility of statistics.
Be careful young muse, lest your woeful heart be crushed by a curious pen, who's only desire is to write you off the page after the masterpiece has been written.
That flame that sparks creativity and memory of how to put color back into words again? That same flame will burn you if you're not careful.
Or maybe my observation is completely wrong, and the irony is, you also get off on matching energy.
Maybe opportunity is a gift to both authors...
#FallingInLove
#relationships
100 reads
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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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