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"Be not defeated by the rain"

Be not defeated by the rain, Nor let the wind prove your better.

Succumb not to the snows of winter. Nor be bested by the heat of summer.

Be strong in body. Unfettered by desire. Not enticed to anger. Cultivate a quiet joy.

Count yourself last in everything. Put others before you.

Watch well and listen closely. Hold the learned lessons dear.

A thatch-roof house, in a meadow, nestled in a pine grove's shade.

A handful of rice, some miso, and a few vegetables to suffice for the day.

If, to the East, a child lies sick: Go forth and nurse him to health.

If, to the West, an old lady stands exhausted: Go forth, and relieve her of burden.

If, to the South, a man lies dying: Go forth with words of courage to dispel his fear.

If, to the North, an argument or fight ensues:

Go forth and beg them stop such a waste of effort and of spirit.

In times of drought, shed tears of sympathy.

In summers cold, walk in concern and empathy.

Stand aloof of the unknowing masses:

Better dismissed as useless than flattered as a "Great Man".

This is my goal, the person I strive to become.

Written by Miyazawa Kenji, on his deathbed, this poem serves as a reflection of the person that he hoped he was.

Music of the Planet

One Day Here

Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust

I don't burn bridges, I build them. Putting down every piece of wood, every screw going in its correct place. Admiring the beauty I built with my own two hands then walking away to come back at a later date. But I have a bad memory so the bridge is soon forgotten, until it begins to wither and decay. People attempt to pass over it only to get stuck and eventually fall into the water underneath. I opened the news to see my precious bridge I bilt so carefully caused countless deaths because I couldn't take care of it. I finally come back to the bridge but it's not what I remember. The pretty mahogany wood that used to be spotless is now covered in blood and tears from its unsuspecting victims. Screws that used to hold it together now sticking up popping the tires of everyone who dares to try to pass.  I step on the bridge only for it to crack and me to fall through, the remains of the bridge falling on top of me and crushing me. I don't burn bridges, I build them and eventually I let them take me with them.

-C

Why must I crave the one thing I fear?

I wish to wake up to someone beside me, snoring softly while the morning sun creeps in through the blinds.

I want to be wanted.

Yet the thought of someone falling in love with me is terrifying.

Falling in love is terrifying.

The thought of being left broken is terrifying.

- C

Halsey from I Would Leave Me If I Could

I looked at you in the mirror, that day I realized I had a scissor; to cut every memory of ours. You never sent me letters not either flowers, thus I am grateful— of how sharp the scissor was.

It is funny how I write about the letters you never wrote and the flowers you never gave me, while in my memory, what you did was only calling my name.

The art of letting go

Do you ever sit and reflect on everything that you've been feeling lately ?

It's both

relieving and painful

To give another thought

To the feelings inside of you.

You carry it ,

Forgetting it's weight

And when you sort your

Feelings out at the end of the day,

You're left with a handful of laughs

And a whole lot of pain.

Because you know

Deep in your heart

That a moment like this won't ever come again.

And the people in your memories

Wont stop for you

They'll live on

And so will you.

And those few who don't,

They keep you rooted in their love

You cannot find a way out of them

Because they've stopped,

Not necessarily for you

But for good.

And just know

That you can't always let them go.

Because what they made you feel

will live on

Even when they aren't here

To rekindle that emotion inside of you.

You'll always ache,

For a reason

Or the other.

So tread with patience,

This is all too new.

Be kind to yourself

Your heart is not ready

For another season of hurt and doom.

-simra.t

You're sticking me with pieces

Of someone else's journey.

Weaving in some strangers theories.

But just know that

I'll never be enough,

I'll always be empty.

Starving,

For a truth of my own.

Waiting for my own soul,

To be mixed with the newness in me.

Because I'll always be a reject,

Of someone's memory

Unless I write my own.

Only then

I'll be enough.

-simra . T

I called for you,

From the skies above,

Under the ground within.

The clouds split open

And there you shone ;

Sitting on your throne.

Looking over me,

Shying away,

The clouds let out a thunderous applause

Over you my beloved.

F A D E A W A Y

I lost sense of self as I watched myself fading away with time.

Making me a museum of memories;

A figment of your imagination.

An immolation,

An abstract thought.

- the result of desire.

C L O S E R .

You pulled me closer,

And closer.

I let your love sink in like venom.

With every drip i found my life hanging between sweet solace of death and the nightmare of the present.

To you I've gifted my life ,

My love.

To you I find my home ;

Yet you seem like the canon that shoots down my fragile home.

Out of love.

Why say goodbye when you dont mean it ?

Why did I do what I have done ?

Why did I cry Infront of you, begging you to come back and you let me go once again.

And I was left on my own, for the hundredth time.

With love left in my heart for you.

And as I waited for us ,

I ran out of love for you.

The reaper of the dark.

Slick black hair. Shiny eyes. I see a god standing right infront of my eyes. But the tux is stained with blood from his veins . Make it stop or let him cry. Scream for help but he wont let you try. Hes a murderer of thoughts and the jailer of your mind. A sexy man with a terrible mind.

📖 The Celestial Quest of the Valiant Knight:

‘As I, a humble knight, ascended the treacherous mountain, my heart brimmed with hope and determination. My kingdom had been plagued by endless wars, famine, and despair, and I believed the key to salvation lay atop this colossal peak. In my dreams, I had been visited by a celestial entity that beckoned me towards the summit. It whispered promises of guidance and assistance in these trying times, and I felt compelled to act on this divine message.

I had spent countless days and nights traversing the rugged terrain, battling the elements and my own exhaustion, but I knew I could not fail my people. As I approached the peak, the clouds parted, revealing an ancient, intricately crafted gate. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the culmination of my arduous journey. My heart raced as I hesitantly stepped forward, and the gate creaked open. A shimmering figure materialized before me, its ethereal light illuminating the darkness. The divine being had answered my call.

"My child," the celestial entity spoke, its voice resonating within the depths of my soul, "You have shown great determination and courage in seeking my guidance. Your devotion to your kingdom is truly commendable." My eyes welled up with tears, and I fell to my knees, grateful for the being's words of encouragement. "Rise, brave knight," it continued, "I shall grant you the wisdom you seek, for it is your destiny to lead your people out of darkness and into a new era of prosperity."

As I approached the divine being in front of me, I thought about what drove me to undertake this perilous journey. At the core of my heart, I had always known that the well-being of my people was of paramount importance to me. Their pain, their suffering, their despair had driven me to seek help from a higher power, and I realized that it was this deep-rooted love for my kingdom that had given me the strength to persevere through adversity. '

"And one day I realised all I could do was give up and lay down, let it go. Or," They talked like they were stripping. Taking of their layers and showing them the ruined city beneath, daring almost pleading for them to run away from her darkness. "Destroy their dreams as finely as they did mine. Make the stars combust and become something so destruction that I laugh as their cities are blown away by burning starlight falling from the sky. I think my body had become too cold and numb for real fury, so that I decided," she looked up at them, regretful but also... defiant, andry. "To let fire speak for me. Because justice darling" cynically they ended "was never an option. "

All that blood was never pretty,

But they did so love the sound of warhorns,

Perhaps they went into every battlefield thinking,

This time it'll be rubies instead.

I was made from mismatched pieces,

God's leftovers,

A warrior's heart,

And a dreamer's mind

And a gentle soul

And a chaotic existence.

Then they shoved me in this tiny little useless body, and sent me into battle.

Without ever teaching me to fight,

Or bothering with armour.

—I was never meant to survive, was I?

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Maybe we're all tragedies,

Covered in skins

too stubborn to be tragic.

Peeling Spring

It’s a citrus kinda day,

Sour sweet oranges and yellows,

I am filled with a tingling on my tongue,

And the smell of summer,

I’m alive,

My hands are sticky,

And taste of tangerines,

It is bright out,

But I’m not blinded,

The sun is in my eyes,

But I remembered my sunglasses,

I’m alive

I meet my friends, I laugh, I cry

Well, I think, it's not so bad being alive.

We hug eachother and say goodbye

With a promise to meet again held in each of our eyes.

I wave as I watch them leave, smile lingering just a second longer

My chest is so full of love yet I've never felt calmer.

If only I could keep feeling this way

I know I wouldn't want to run so far away

To a place I hope no one I love walks into

Untill they're old and grey.

-scaredofmyvoice

She taught me how to read

She taught me how to write

She even taught me how to ride a bike.

She taught me how to sing, a boomerang to fling

Hell, she even taught me how to draw an eyeliner wing.

To skip, to hop, to cook, to clean

Everything she taught, she made sure was heard and seen.

She taught me many things for which I'm grateful for

She taught me many things but I wish she'd taught me more.

Like how to clear my head when my thoughts are too loud

Or how to push through a day when my limbs are too heavy.

How to move on when my life comes crashing down

How to stop wearing my loneliness like a crown.

I'll figure these out on my own

I'll learn how and these skills I'll hone

So all I ask you is for you to teach me one thing

Come back and teach me how to be okay

With you being gone.

Please give me a reason to stay.

-scaredofmyvoice

People buzz around me memorizing words on paper.

People stress around me telling me they'll check on me later

Because what could possibly be more important than studying for your finals

Surely it's more important, even if you think you're going to fall off the deep end.

They cast glances my way when they see me not studying

They throws words that say, "Hey you'll regret it by morning."

How do I tell them I couldn't care less

When I don't know if I'll be there by then because my mind's a mess.

What's a little losing your mind when in a few hours you've got a statistics test!

-scaredofmyvoice

Grasping ropes that were rotten and on fire

Grasping ropes as I tried to pull myself higher

Away from the water that rises at a speed I can't control

Away from the water that threatens to engulf me cold.

Maybe this is why I sought after ways

To find any sort of control

When I ate, slept and how much pain I felt

For all my bad decisions, my body went through hell.

I'm sick and tired and scared of myself at times

The world gets hazy and I can't breathe well

Someone please, save me from myself.

I'm sick and tired of looking at my arm and only seeing lines.

Filled with guilt and a terrible sense of shame

Filled with fear but I asked for help anyway.

No one's coming I've got to save myself

All I've got is me, in sickness and in health.

So I cradle my heavy heart in my arms

And tell someone I trust, that to myself I bring harm.

"I need help", these words I choked out finally

One big step towards a better rope at the end

I'm slowly making my way towards it,

Are you proud of me yet?

-scaredofmyvoice