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they are the decorations for baby showers
and the gardens that are filled with flowers
they are the calm aesthetic of quiet hours
and the bricks that build princess towers

they are the clouds that fill the sunrise
and the warmest, mid-day, sunny skies
they are the bittersweet goodbyes
and the scent of grandma's cherry pies

it seems that they are colored in pastel
but their tender act may be a shell
and you may not be able to tell
because they have you under their spell
People are so fake.
Oh God, You are all I want especially when I feel blue
Change my life and make me new
Turn my darkness into light
I am nothing yet You love me the way more than I like.

I will give You praise and worship You
I will do that all my life just for You
Hold my hand don’t let me go
I just want to be with You wherever I go.

You are the only God, most powerful above all
You are the King and Lord of all
You are Just, Loving and Holy
You are the One who can complete me.

Oh, You are all I need,
And will always be my need.
© Cassandra Cereza
The willow hangs,
drapes the ground,
dances to a tune
unheard in the hum
of cars and lorries,
in the commotion of
people passing in a
hurry, barely noticing
anything more than the
phones tapped with
fingers & thumbs.
But I notice,
I see it all,
the dance on display,
the symbol of sanity
I need today.
I am a leech
And I can feel myself ******* you dry
I can feel you getting dry
Or maybe I'm just losing grip
But one of us is dying
And I hope to god it's me.
Secret affection but no public attention because she is just there to feed your ego.
Sleep well.
Sleep tight.
Don't stay angry.
Don't fight.
Find your dreams.
Find them and
release them.
In darkness
so utterly quiet.
Wishing you sweet
good night.
i once met an old
man
who did
sudoku
with ink and
pen

black or blue
it didn't
much matter
one way
or another

so long as
it was never
pencil
he despised
pencil on
principle

on those rare
occasions
when he'd make a
mistake

he refused
to cross out the incorrect
integer

i asked him
why
one sunny
summer day
and he told me

that we can't cross out
our choices
or erase
our mishaps
we can only
turn the page

and on he went
to his next
puzzle
Some are shrill and some whiny,
Some are deep and hoarse or smarmy.

Some sing, and others scream,
Some are lazy, some are keen.

Some are there to comfort and to reassure. Or there to ridicule and to exacerbate an emotional sore.

Mine are, mostly, the latter type.
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