Fireflies at Midnight
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Posted:Jul 7, 2023 9:56 pm
Last Updated:Jul 7, 2023 10:30 pm 2932 Views
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I have always believed that relationships are like mini classrooms in our lives and that life has a funny way of sending us signs when class is coming to an end.
For most people change can be a very scary thing - so much so it makes us slow down our time line of growth and progress. It’s important to know that we have completed our lessons in a relationship and are graduating to the next level/experience. Which is why it has always brought me comfort to know that it’s never a failure when a relationship ends — more a graduation day for lessons well learned. In the end, it all comes down to free will along with the grace and courage to move forward in a new positive direction, blessing the past and embracing the future.
I wrote this poem to celebrate my graduation day from someone I can only describe as unforgettable. I will forever be grateful for the lessons he taught me.
She held on until it was time to go
What else could she do?
There was nothing left to say
And she knew he felt it too
The silence between them fell so hard
With winter coming on
There was nothing left to keep them there
Now all the love was gone
How do you stop your heart from breaking
When you know it’s for the best?
Can we truly embrace the pain of love
Or do we just care a little less?
Sometimes I wonder where love goes
And why it takes so long
To forget that certain someone
When everything you shared was wrong
Maybe love walks beside us
Until the sun can shine again
To hold us tight in memories
And be our secret friend
Or maybe it just pulls away
Fading slowly from our sight
So gradual we never notice
Until we find the one that’s right
In the end it takes some faith
Things happen when they should
If we believe something better waits
We open our hearts to good
When one door closes, another one opens
I’ve know that all along
And with this thought I can now walk alone
Forever staying strong
So thank you for your patience
Teaching me all I need to know
I will never forget how kind you were
As you helped my soul to grow
A better teacher I never had
Which is why its been so hard
To forget you and just let you go
You are forever in my heart
I thank you for my graduation day
It’s finally here my friend
I love you for everything you were
The lesson will never end
So take these words and hold them tight
You helped me find my way
Class is over and the bell has rung
Here’s to a brand new day
~~ Isabella
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Man on the Moon
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Posted:Jun 25, 2023 11:26 am
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2023 11:28 am 3000 Views
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What happens in dreams when we fly?
Never been as high as tonight
Staring through a window in time
For someone to show me what I’m like
He said, “Hello”, it’s like a mirror in the sky
And I can see us from up high
Oh boy, we’re looking good tonight
And I just don’t understand
I met the man on the moon
On the moon, I heard him saying
I met the man on the moon
On the moon, we’ll be ok, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon
I heard him say, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon
We’ll be ok, yeah
He said, “Hello,” it’s like a mirror in the sky
And I can see us from up high
Oh boy, we’re looking good tonight
And I just don’t understand
I met the man on the moon, on the moon
I heard him say, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon
We’ll be ok, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon (on the moon, yeah)
I heard him say, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon (yeah, on the moon)
We’ll be ok, yeah
I met the man on the moon, he wore his hat to the side
I met the man on the moon, he asked if I had a light
He told us to hold it together, we’re falling apart
He told us to light up the world when we dream in the dark, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon (I met the man on the moon)
I heard him say, yeah
I met the man on the moon, on the moon (I met the man, yeah)
We’ll be ok, yeah
Lost
All my tears have turned to dust
Maybe somebody is calling us
The man on the moon, yeah
Just a man on the moon
Man on the Moon
Allan Walker
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Quantum Entanglement
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Posted:Jun 23, 2023 5:14 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2023 5:16 pm 2945 Views
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In the field of quantum mechanics there is something called quantum entanglement. It is what happens when two particles interact, vibrate in unison and are separated. They remain connected by something that defies logic, something science has yet to explain. If one particle vibrates, no matter the distance, the other particle reacts in unison, even if there are oceans between them, even if there is a universe separating them.
Before time we were just a dense collection of particles confined to a space smaller than a proton, interacting and moving in unison. An event occurred that rapidly expanded the particles and created the universe. There is no reason to believe the particles ever lost their entanglement.
Now, when I say I am drawn to you, that I feel I have known you since the beginning of time, know that it’s beyond my control. Know there are particles that compose me, my very fabric of being, and somewhere inside of you are the particles mine danced with millions of years ago. I’ve spent an eternity chasing that part of you.
Tyler Kent White
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Hold Me Closer
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Posted:Jun 23, 2023 4:05 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2023 4:41 pm 2896 Views
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Hold me closer
Hold me closer
Hold me closer
Hold me closer
I saw you dancin’ out the ocean
Runnin’ fast along the sand
A spirit born of earth and water
Fire flying from your hands (oh)
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today (oh)
Hold me closer
Hold me closer (hold me closer)
Hold me closer
Hold me closer
There are caravans we follow
Drunken nights in dark hotels, baby (yeah)
When chances breathe between the silence
Where sex and love no longer gel (oh, yeah)
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway (baby)
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer
Hold me closer (baby, baby)
Hold me closer
Hold me closer (oh, yeah)
Hold me closer
(Hold me closer) me closer, me closer
(Hold me closer) mm, yeah
Hold Me Closer
Elton John & Britney Spears
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Leftovers
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Posted:Jun 23, 2023 3:55 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2024 2:40 am 2903 Views
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“Some memories are like frozen food .. always ready to be defrosted.”
Author - Unknown
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Sea Glass
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Posted:May 31, 2023 7:55 pm
Last Updated:Jun 3, 2023 6:46 am 5140 Views
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I want to age like sea glass
Smoothed by tides
But not broken
I want my hard edges to soften
I want to ride the waves
And go with the flow
I want to catch a wave
And let it carry me
To where I belong
I want to be picked up
And held gently by
Those who delight in my
Well earned patina and
Appreciate the changes I went
Through to achieve that beauty
I want to enjoy the journey
And always remember that if
You give the ocean something
Breakable it will turn it into
Something beautiful
I want to age like sea glass
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Wish Master
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Posted:May 31, 2023 7:47 pm
Last Updated:May 31, 2023 7:48 pm 3101 Views
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I have crossed oceans of time to find you.
Bram Stoker
Dracula
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Strawberry Moon
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Posted:May 31, 2023 7:29 pm
Last Updated:May 31, 2023 7:32 pm 3117 Views
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Our story tonight is called Strawberry Moon and it’s a story about dusk on the porch on one of the first warm evenings of summer. It’s also about the lit window of a neighbours house, the quiet tick of a clock in the hall and a good book before bed.
I was getting ready for bed, padding around in my slippers and filling a glass with water at the sink when I suddenly wanted to step outside one more time to feel the night air around me. I set my glass on the counter and went to the door and pushed it open. After months of feeling chilled at night, rushing to get under the covers and warm up, it felt like a dream to step onto the porch and be surrounded by soft air that met my skin like perfectly warmed water.
I didn’t need a sweater. As the breeze blew, it didn’t chill my ears or neck. I was just comfortable. I walked to the edge of the porch and sat down on the top step in my pyjamas, propping my elbows on my knees and my chin in my hands. I closed my eyes for a time, listening to the night time buzz of insects and the songs of drowsy birds.
It was dusk. The street lights had come on and the sky was that lovely purple that only lasts for a half hour or so before the full darkness sets in. In the house across the street, a few lights were on here and there and I was comforted to think of my neighbours finishing up the dinner dishes, stretching out on the sofa to watch something or tucking in early with a book to read.
Farther down the street I could hear a screen door banging, a barking and ’s voices as they came in after a long day of play and I was sure that up and down the block others like me were sitting on their porches, the porch light off so as not to attract the bugs and just enjoying the peace of the gloaming. I sat there for quite a while, not a moment of it bored or distracted, just letting the breeze waft over me and thinking of all the summer evenings that I had done this since I was a . We’d had a swing on the front porch and at least a few times a year I’d been allowed to drag my sleeping bag out, along with a pillow from the bed, a flashlight and a book - and though I rarely made it through the night before being chased in by mosquitos or just wanting my own bed, I loved those little adventures and would beg to do it again the very next night.
Finally I felt my eyelids getting heavy and I pushed myself up from the steps. I took one last long breath of the night air and looked up at the stars now bright above me. The neighborhood was quiet. Most of the houses with just a single light on here or there. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me and shuffled back to the kitchen for my glass of water. You know those moments when water tastes so good? That was now. I wondered if it was the half hour or so that I’d sat on the step. Had it cleared my palette, both metaphysically and literally? I did feel like a clean slate.
I’d left a colander of strawberries in the sink after I’d rinsed them and I brought my water glass with me to pick through them. When I’d buy a carton of strawberries in February I almost always regret it. They come out tasting something like sour pink ice cubes. But these ones that I’d picked myself from the patch on my allotment, smelled more like strawberries than those others had ever tasted. They were small, about the size of the end of my thumb and they were soft and meant to be enjoyed as soon as they ripened. I took a bite and it tasted so good I nearly laughed aloud. Truly sweet and tender, melting in my mouth. I ate half the colander full right there, listening to the grandfather clock tick in the hall and blissfully thinking of very little. Finally, I tipped the rest of the berries into a bowl and set them in the fridge for the next day, refilled my glass and headed for the stairs. When I passed the big clock in the hall, I stopped, realising that it probably needed to be wound. It was an eight day clock meaning that the main spring would lose power after seven days and need to be wound on the eighth. That was a bit too much math for me so I just wound it every Saturday night.
I set my glass down on the shelf and by the light of the streetlamp shining through the window, I opened the lower door and took the small winding key from its bag. When I’d first found this old clock wedged into the back of the coat closet, I thought that the key was lost. But when I’d taken it to the horologist, she’d shown me how it was still safe in its keeping place, waiting to be put to work again. The clock work on the other hand was missing a few pieces and had to be taken apart completely, cleaned in clock cleaning fluid and painstakingly put back together with replacement parts along the way. But it ran perfectly now. I opened the bevelled glass cover on the clock face and fitted the winding key into its spot and began to wind. I’d been timid about this part when I’d first taken up winding duties, having always heard that it was “dangerous” to overwind a clock but she’d assured me that it couldn’t actually BE overwound and that overwinding was likely clockmaker speak for “it’s broken but I can fix it.” So when the key was tight, I took it out and hung it back on its peg. I closed the glass cover and looked at the moondial, a feature not all clocks have but luckily this one did which showed the position of the moon in the sky. A full moon was just a few days away and I smiled, still tasting the sweetness on my tongue, remembering that this moon was called the Strawberry Moon.
In my bedroom the windows were open and it felt a bit like stepping back onto the porch. Cool, sweet fresh air and my bed awaited me. Not wanting to turn on the light and in tribute to those front porch swing sleepovers of my childhood, I fished in a drawer until I found a small flashlight and propped up in bed to read my book till i fell asleep.
Kathryn Nicolai
Nothing Much Happens
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Faded
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Posted:May 24, 2023 8:10 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2023 6:54 pm 4794 Views
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