Author: lunaiswriting

Under familiar skylines
Where waves do linger
Standing on the shore
Of our lost yesterdays
Without any thought
And from time to time
Liken a child catches
Sweet blown kisses
I grasp out at the wind
And listen carefully
Hoping that I’ll find
One of your whispers
Love of your heart has
Sent out just for… me

Poet of the Light © 2020

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My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusings.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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happy birthday my dear
i wish i could be near
youre maturing now
no need for help
youve always faced your fears

happy birthday to you
is what i wanna say
see the progress that youve made
all the knowledge you have gained

happy birthday’s my wish
my birthdaywish for you
i know youve struggled
been through alot
today you should be groomed

happy birthday my love
youre the one i always think of
i hope you like the gift i made
my love, that would be enough

I started writing texts on 25th of September 2020 because i got My Heart broken and didnt know how to cope with My sadness.
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soft enough
to be inviting to touch

warm enough
to need me for comfort

wild enough
to make you want me more

coarse enough
to make you want to tame me

should you have me
i beg you, never let me go
because when i’m yours
i’ll be with you always

…unless you shave me. please don’t. sincerely, your beard

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Wings of desire drift
Gentle breezes
Cool dark night
Scattered stars
Synthetic aroma’s
Glances speaking volumes
Others hiding mysteries
Enticing visual dances
Moans suffocated
Sparkles gleam
Grins burst
Laughter rings
Voices whisper
Lies are promised
Kisses susurrate
Skin blushes
Temperatures rise
Concealed embers pulsate
Buttons open
Thirst increases
Sweat beads
Moans escape
Embers glow brighter
Tinted windows flash
Control weakens
Wild hunger surges
Tongue swipes
Fingers explore
Complicity accepted
Snaps undone
Zippers fall
Breathes shorten
Eyelids flutter
Nails grow anxious
Breathes draw deeper
Temperatures spike
Clothes fly and crash
Sloppy lips compress
Tongues bathe together
Words are muttered
Warm honey drips
Colorful glove penetrates
Throat clutched
Control relinquished
Bodies tense and relax
Nature dances with lust
Micro quivers ripple
Nails puncture sweaty tissue
Repeated rises and falls
Dips and gasp caught and lost
Determined erratic tempos bounce
Blood lines streaks
Tremors spring leaks
Humanized adrenaline injections
Spent energy pants
Muscles labor energetically
All or nothing impingement unleashed
Contorted lovers rage
Human instruments sound out-loud
Resilience is frayed
Bio mechanical dams ruptured
Human fluidity flows
Sins ripen nectar- drips
Weaken skin mountains
Become slides breaking free
Temperatures wane
Tantalizing flames of desire subside
Draughts of oxygen swallowed
Compensating glasses guzzled
Head rushes- done
Race for the finish
Equally… won

Poet of the Light © 2020
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1. Write something.
2. Put it out into the world.
3. Die of embarrassment.
4. Slowly realize that, in spite of intense feelings of shame (what Brené Brown aptly calls a “vulnerability hangover”), you’re not, like, *actually* dead. At least not in the technical, literal sense. And what a shocking revelation!!!!! You really thought you were!!!! In fact, you were quite convinced!!!!! Start getting the itch to write and share your writing again (where did THAT come from???). Forget how painful and awful it was the last time. Start believing and hoping that MAYBE, despite the disagreement of ALLLLLLLLLL your inner demons, you just might have something important to say. Bravely or stupidly (<— you’re never sure which) decide to soldier on.

5. Write something again.

A little about me:

Hi! I’m Mikéa. I’m a writer, music teacher, and aspiring therapist in Dallas, TX. I write songs, poems, and essays about a variety of topics, including mental health, philosophy, psychology, spirituality, creativity, and self-reflection. Find more of my work at https://musings-and-music.com/

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like winter to spring
i can smell the transition
to new beginnings

my joyful anticipation
making me erupt
in a spontaneous dance

the water spraying
in an exulting expression
delighting in my future

…the hereafter looks promising

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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I am the fire
I am the stone
Searing flesh
And charring bone
Choking smoke
Aching tears
Evaporate
Extinguish fears
Steam rising
Power fierce
A mother’s sword
The world to pierce
I am the fury
Knuckles crack
Skin full of scars
Rippling back
Flaming arrow
Archers hold
Roaring blaze
Green eyes bold
Let fly the wind
Lightning flash
Berserker charge
Shields clash
If I need it
I will build it
My cup is full
For I have filled it
I am the soldier
Upon the field
I am the blade
To me, all yield
I am the fortress
All I desire
Black as night
I am the fire

All the gains our world can give
Cannot replace our time to live.
So limited in days are we
That from our blindness we must flee.
We must make time for joy, to be,
With no thought of utility.
A dollar lost, a dollar gained
Cannot suffice when time has waned.
With open eyes, let’s truly see
The depths of our mortality;
Then turn our eyes to gaze anew
Upon the life we thought we knew.

Jordan is a poet, Quaker, full-time Dad, and personal trainer from Dallas, Texas. He lives with his wife and toddling whirlwind of a son, plus Skittles the Bird and The Management (Luna and Lasik, the cats). His poetry can be viewed on his blog, The Hopeless Devotional (https://hopelessdevotional.com/posts/); he also has a published book of poems, Sacred Days, available at https://www.blurb.com/b/10238733-sacred-days. Follow him on Instagram @poet_4hire and on FB, Poet for Hire.

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In a hyperconnected world it’s a disorder,
For few a blessing, so nothing to bother,
Society renames it as illness,
Fails to see the beauty in stillness,
Switching roles within different relation,
I forgot, who am I ? in this chelation,
Being aloof is not what I need,
Want to be me, away from heed,
Melody in chirping birds, music in flutter,
Revive my mind & remind to declutter,
Winds of dawn coated in peace,
Brings whirling thoughts to ease
Those early hours of solitude seem real jewels,
When I witness pure beauty, nobody dwells,
World asleep, with numerous thoughts buried in head,
Nobody knows this feeling, when grey sky turns to radiant red,
Peace within & that magnificent sunrise,
Empowers this soul & Free it from wordly lies,
Sitting on stairs & fragrance of tea, I silently stare the scene,
My thoughts comes to rest & I am lost, so not to be seen.

I am Dr. Ekta, extremely simple being, a soul continuing journey of this life as a healer, whose sole motto is to spread love and compassion. I am one of the luckiest who have been programmed to see beauty in everyone and everything. Dentist by profession & Amateur writer driven by passion, I love pouring my emotions in words. I believe writing or reading something which caresses soul, purifies mind, ignites emotions is as good as medicines, because you become, what you feed your mind. A Bibliophile-cum-Musicophile, who write to express hidden emotions of souls,  about meaning of every emotion, which have been entirely convoluted by media and world.