Our own best friend!

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People
Part of our lives
Making it easy or hard
Walking with us on the path
Cheering us up when we feel down

People
Lights on the way
When hours are tough
And our hearts know nothing but chaos
Ears open to mend the broken pieces

People
We tend to give them our power
Feel lonely when alone
We may want them to give us more
To be different so they can match our list of expectations

People are part of our lives
They don’t make it
They are part of the deal
But our happiness doesn’t depend on them

We are the true masters of our own life
People can add to it
But if we don’t become our own best friend
People will never make it for the loss

All start and finish within
People are our in-between

Vibrations

Copyright MK

Got lost in vibrations
That weren’t mine
It’s crazy how the world
Wants to mold you
So you can fit in boxes

Not the ones you know about
All the other ones that
Make you feel like
There’s always something missing in you

Boxes all covered with beautiful lights
Made of beautiful words
Words that charm and bewitch you
Promising you eternal happiness
If only you follow the path outlined

And if you are not sure enough
If you feel a bit lost
If you don’t know why you’re here
Or where you’re heading for
You’re in great risk of losing yourself…

Key to growth

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Reading words
Pinned on the fridge
Saturday morning

Memories kept
Memories fading

Your heart is a thieve
Shivers through the skin
Past love gone blind

Memories kept
Memories fading

Grey sky turning black
The sound of thunder behind
No place to hide

Memories kept
Memories fading

For the present only
Hold the key
To peaceful growth
And serenity

New days

Copyright Mister Pop

Days are becoming dark
Early, and then we feel
Like a lonely shape of cold
Covering windows

Contrast with the warmth
Of home
Chattering all along corridors
Laughs as loud as thunder
Spots of colors everywhere

Years of trying a sense of pefection
Then letting go
Breathing in the mess that happy days
Are offering us

Writing Prompt #17

Walking inside the dream
Waves of « perhaps » rushing by
Giving me a hint of what I can be
If only…

The world
Sacred ground
Never defeated

Opening my eyes mean
I allow the world
To take me on the other side

A place where dreams only come true
For the ones ready to
Unleash the power they hide within

This is the poem shared as part of Mona Writing Prompt.

Sense, Comfort and Peace

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Always sharing the good. May it be in bad or good times.

Always remembering why we’re getting up each day, why we believe and hope in the midst of chaos.

So many men and women lived through troubled times. Without giving up what they believed in. We are as able as them.

So why do we keep on pointing out the worst, the dark of this world?

Why do we need to talk on and on about how worst worries?

We are the ones building the world, and if we are not able to change every single decision and every single thing that happens, we can at least focus on what makes sense and what bring us comfort and peace.

What do you think?