Author: lunaiswriting

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico and I’m a divorced mother of two teenage boys. I’m a woman living with Complex PTSD and am in remission from dissociative episodes related to flashbacks from my past traumas. I have overcome an eating disorder stemming from my extensive background in many forms of dance. I was Broadway bound in my younger years. I have practiced yoga for twenty years now. My blog for WordPress is Emotional Musings and I started it in October 2018. I have three books of poetry available on Amazon called “Emotional Musings”,”My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”. I’m an intuitive empath and I use that experience and my inquisitiveness to fuel my writing. I’m always interested in new ideas and information that can better our society and the human condition as a whole. . I’m a shamanic energy healer and practitioner. I strive to spread happiness, love, peace and light to all I may encounter.

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In the depth of our shadows
We feel that love has all gone
The earths and arms of our beds
Are shimmers of cold bloodless steel
But our strength resurges
In the stellar fire of ourselves
To be that love
And enflame it into the world
This is our internal combustion
And our saving integration

Our souls and our hearts save themselves

My name is Ben and I live in the US. I write about the intersection of mysticism and emotion. My blog is at: https://heartoftiphareth.com/ and I am on Instagram at @heart_of_tiphareth.

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I see a bird over the hills
With gleaming wings
Alone and happy without a nest
Staring at me

Singing harmoniously
To blend in
Freezing the moments
And spreading happiness

You are the one in my dreams
I walk towards you on the hills
You flew away
And never came back

Its been a month
I haven’t seen you
My mind is shattered
Like a crystal

My old friend
I haven’t got a picture to remember
I wanna hear the song again
I am in pain

I lie down on my bed
Dreaming you will come back
And when I woke up
You were there on my balcony

Waiting for me
To see one last time
To sing for me
To say goodbye

You gave me my happiness
and you flew away again
A wild rose
And an alluring soul living in peace.

https://themysteriousriddlewriters.wordpress.com/2020/08/13/a-paradise-bird/

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seeing you is like seeing the moon
comforted me
loved me
and cared for me
whatever phase
i am digging in
you showed and never left
until light comes from darkness
until sadness turns into happiness
until tears turns into laughter
until pain turns to something good.

i deeply know that words is not enough
to express my whole love
so until then, please stay.
i need and want you to stay
you keep me in sane
when everything goes down
you became my ray of sunshine.

i hope you know,
when my eyes met yours
right from that moment
i know you’re the one:
one, who fits me.
perfectly and unconditionally

that’s why i love you even though it kills me.
i will always love you until this love will consume me

no, i’ll just wait, wait until the word love will turns into loved. i know, i deserve better, i’ll just wait for a perfect timing.

hello, this is mayari, a normal teenage girl who’s trying to lived her life to the fullest. expressing her life in the form of writing. for more works, visit and message me to my accounts.

I light up myself and enjoy the burning fire & watch it burn
I look at my ego get cool down & reducing of my stubborn
I like it when my heart melts by the inferno I created
Dont really feel the flames, because I’m already faded
It feels good dancing with my flames and my inner mess
A lot of mess inside me cuz I got OCD, it runs in my veins
My eyes been reflecting the echo of my thoughts
And a Madness running in my veins followed by pure love
I live with it and deal with it smoothly & appreciate what I have
Appreciate every joy and madness inside me even my inner mess
Me being silent but my inner thoughts appeared over my silence
Silence with a never giving a shit about others
Well that’s the thing of how I can find my happiness
I watched and lived with the inferno burning inside me humbly and I liked it
As I watched my food get cooked by fire, I ate it and its exquisite.

Its better to be lonely,
Than being in the crowd.
Its better to stay quiet,
Then explaing yourself.

Everyone is just around,
But no one is with us.
Its better to be alone and sad,
Than having people who never understand you.

People pretend to hear,
But they never care.
Everyone seems well
But no one is the best.

No one can know you,
Better, than yourself.
No one will stay forever,
Everyone leaves some day or the other.

In our youth –

All the time in the world.

In our middle age –

I still have lots of time.

In our old age –

Dead soon. Time is running out.

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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The years past are like yesterday
So close yet so far
A safe haven
A warm respite

The days of childhood I recall
To bring a smile on my face
To spread cheers all around
To be wary of my mischiefs and mistakes
And to know where I came from, and who I am

It’s strange how our childhood continues to thrive within us
Yet sometimes it doesn’t

I recall watching Dora all day with my close cousin
Learning counting, Ola, Gracias and Vamanos
Shouting where the castle is and screaming, “Swiper, no Swiping!”
As I grew up, Dora became blind to me
As she couldn’t see what’s in front of her
And I couldn’t see my cousin far from me

I recall bus rides to school
Fame was within my reach and my performance was anticipated……..
…………Vomiting everyday on my way to school
I still hear the audience’s voice rise with emotion as they witness the highlight of their day
Highlighted everyday
As I grew up, my body accepted that this world is turbulent, not stable
Round, not flat
Except when I ride up the mountains into the sky
Because my body believes that in order to reach such heights
Extra baggage is not allowed

I recall a 2-year-old being a great climber
That she hid all night from everyone during hide-and-seek
Watching the earth frantically looking for her
As she rested and gazed at the sky on the roof of her house
As I grew up, I still hid well
Not on top of houses and trees, but in lone corners of the house
Not hiding my body, but guarding my secrets from the earth

I recall a grumpy little self
With a selected circle of loved ones
Who despised everyone outside of it
Even a simple touch of a kind outsider,
Unleashed a tempest of a monster
As I grew up, I cut the ends of my circle
To allow everyone into my love
But the monster was dead
So anyone who wished to hurt me,
Didn’t need an invitation

I recall my attachment to my favorite movies
How Ice Princess lit up my spirit to swirl to my whims
To glide across the air so much I’d fly
As I grew up, my spirit still shines
On the dance floor, I dance
In the house, I dance
In the library, I dance………………..with my fingers
In my heart, the music never ends

I recall a toddler running away from my family, overflowing with rage
I recall being lost
All alone in the world
With strangers who took me to the police station
Where my family found me, overflowing with tears
As I grew up, I realized
No matter if the world rejects you, home is where you’re always welcome
Home is where you’re safe to be you
Home is where you belong

I recall birthdays and celebrations,
Where I dressed in an array of costumes
To celebrate acceptance of my gruesome self
And played with water balloons with family and friends
And slammed cakes all over myself and my friends
As I grew up, fashion and brands bloomed
Expensive dining took over
And people panicked over a little stain and a tiny pimple

I recall playing Hopscotch, Cricket, Football, Corner-Corner and Seven Stones
Where my friends and I meet up in casual clothes
Believing the day is not productive
If we returned home without sweat, stink and bruises
As I grew up, my friends grew up faster
They stopped playing games so I had to
They hated sweat so I had to
They became conscious of their stink and bruises so I followed
Yet they recall the ‘good old days’

I recall an 8-year-old who spent everyday with a smile on her face
Joyful on every joyous occasion, crying at every distressing situation
And wasn’t afraid to express herself a hundred percent
And appreciated every little thing
As I grew up, I am the same
Joyful on every joyous occasion, crying at every distressing situation
Still appreciating every little thing
Living the life of a 21-year-old
With the mind of a toddler

We met.
Met eyes, met hearts, met souls.
But we had met before. In another time, another place. Everything was calm, everything was familiar. And for one moment, everything was still and at peace.
This moment exists, it is fleeting and eternal. Unlike the nature of its being, this moment is not linear. It does not follow the rules, bound by nothing.
Like it’s essence, this moment repeats, again and again. New eyes, new hearts. Yet one constant. Without conscious, without fail. In this life and the next. My soul will search for yours.
I’ll see you then, and forever.

I’ve been wondering how could people ignore the broken slices to set foundation of their greatful buildings
With empathy and compassion, I picked up these pieces to make sure they still have value
Safety Locked in my pocket so that no one would hurt them anymore
I took a look into my pocket
Then I saw me

Hi, I’m Twizzle, 18years junior freelance writer. I usually make potery stuffs to match my dramatic life. My blogs can be found here https://fameorflame.wordpress.com/

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