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God says I am worthy, and so I am...

-Rhia Clay
Simple yet powerful words express that God loves us, and His love is enough. Growing up, I always felt as though there was a void in my life. However, as I drew closer to God, that void was filled, and my heart was also filled with His love. Many people have made me doubt my self-worth, but through my relationship with God, I came to understand how incredibly worthy we all are. I will never doubt my self-worth again. God loves each of us so deeply, without exception and without pause.
The Truth Be told
there is No
Mystery,
in the sight of the
fact of dealing with
Misery,
It comes and
goes as it please,
Trying to become
your company,
Just tell it
to take a hike,
hit the door,
go away and just flee,
I will not be stressing,
and you can't
have of hold in me,
Why don't you go bug,
sadness, and anxiety!!!
If you so please!!!!


B.R.
DATE: 7/20/2025
 7d Mustafa
Liana
Hug
 7d Mustafa
Liana
Hug
I don't need meds or hospitals
Therapy or lectures
I just need a hug

Not a
"Don't be mad at me
Hug it out"
Kind of hug

But a
"You're safe now
It's okay"
Embrace

I'm done being alone
 Jul 15 Mustafa
Heart hacker
Memories linger, vivid as yesterday,
Yet slip through my fingers, like sand swept away.
Oh, to turn back the clock, to cradle the past,
To savor each moment, make every heartbeat last.
The world weighs heavy, a quiet disconnection,
Smiles wear thin, shadows breed introspection.
But in nature’s embrace, I find quiet release,
Where sea breezes murmur and forest songs bring peace.
In meadows of emerald, I rest with the bees,
Their soft hum a balm, their rhythm a breeze.
Through life’s restless chaos, I’ll carve out my way,
Guided by starlight on clear midnight’s stay.
And with every sunset, I’ll dance wild and free,
A quiet joy blooming, fierce inside me.
 Jun 11 Mustafa
Traveler
How long will you look away
and pretend it doesn’t matter?
See our world in decay,
all our children getting fatter.  
Pesticides, herbicides, aluminum in our rain!
PSAF’s in our blood cells, plastics in our brains.

Corporations chasing profits as the empire gasp for power.
The time is now to rise and fight and stop being a bunch of cowards!
Traveler Tim
 Jun 11 Mustafa
Bekah Halle
What is it about loose eyelashes
That prompts wofty wishes;
Are they heaven’s kisses
In disguise?

We all want to lift our eyes
Above the cloak of disguise
Even if it may compromise
The facade, and authenticity’s surprise.

This world is concrete;
In Western buildings and streets,
In the here-and-now, we can flee
And dismiss lofty things as absolute.

But we are meaning-makers,
We are constant risk-takers.
We are pursuers for magic’s sake,
And may our quest we foolheartedly take.
What do you do when you see free eyelashes? Anything? Nothing? It is curious our daily practices.
 May 26 Mustafa
Heart hacker
Life doesn't come with a map.
It throws curveballs, storms, and silence.
You take the hits. You get back up.
You wear the scars like armor—not shame.

Not everyone's going to clap when you rise—
Good. You're not here for their applause.
You're here to own your story,
Not beg for a role in someone else's.

The world will try to crush you.
Lie to you.
Tell you you're too much, or not enough.
Laugh when you fall.
Doubt when you speak.
But guess what?

They don’t get to define you.
You are forged, not broken.
Bent, not beaten.
Every bruise is a blueprint.
Every fall, fuel.

So break the rules they wrote for you.
Set fire to the limits.
And walk—no, run—into the life
you were told you couldn't have.

— The End —