#pssecretsanta

She's a young one on a journey, a noble profession in pursuit,

from a country, I will always find my roots in,

my heart goes out to her in the form of words,

a slender gift to perhaps bring a smile,

or stir an emotion she shall relish for the times in need.

Her name, an amalgamation of paradise and light,

exhibiting beauty that she holds,

an elegant heart securing dreams within,

a young soul with aspirations,

she brings uniqueness to the words she weaves.

Through her words, she brings feelings to the readers,

making them realize of a hearty presence,

and still oblivious of her search,

for refuge in another heart.

Keep your head high, my sister / friend,

this journey ain't easy, but remember, with faith in your heart,

and determination in your soul,

you will not only climb mountains,

you will move them too.

- DG

A little gift for the amazing @jannat-noor as part of the @poeticstories SecretSanta 💙

Edit: sign ups are closed

Welcome to our third annual secret holiday gift exchange! Here is a refresher of how it works!

DO NOT SIGN UP UNLESS YOU PLAN TO PARTICIPATE! 

1) Sign-up by sending an ask to Poeticstories with the phrase: “Secret Sign Up” before Dec 7.

2) You will receive a reply to your ask between the dates Dec 8 and Dec 14 with the name of the person you are creating the gift for.

3) Create a gift for them. It can be a photo, painting, poem, or song. Anything as long as it is original work and in keeping of the spirit of the event which is to spread positivity during the holiday season.

4) Post the gift on your blog by Dec 25th. Tag the person who the gift is for by using the "@" and also put #pssecretgiftexchange in your tags. 

5) If you do not see your post reblogged to Poeticstories in 48 hours, reach out to us via ask and we will send you a personal message.

Step 4 and 5 are very important. They ensure your person is not adopted and is able to see your post. 

Special note: some people enjoy sending an anon ask with a special message or a secret clue before they reveal themselves as the secret gift giver. If you want to participate, please turn on your inbox and turn your anon messages on. If your person does not have anon messages on, then skip this part.

Troubleshooting notes: 

- Make sure you are able to receive messages and asks from people you do not follow so you can receive the name of your person and we can manage any issues that may arise. You can turn this feature off after the event.

- Make sure we see your message. If we do not reblog your post in 48 hours, send us a message.

You, reminiscent of the blue sparkling waves In the veins of the ocean Will someday receive what you need Be it the bottle of truth Stuffed within it the seasons You’ve longed to hold on to, sweet or painfully Reminiscent- Or the key to let go As it drops, concealed from those very pages Even if the reasons once wronged And the memories that linger Which once seemed to so very much want Your smile Even if once a love has left you there, floating More than a while You, a universe together Filled with so much love With a wise mind and a strong heart You ebb the tides The rotating motions Driving you forward Reflecting the sun in the morning And moon when it shines Marking up the way With thorough and fine lines So if you ever get lost Know it’s you That you’ll get closer to finding. Writing words that has soothed hundreds of hearts I hope you know how beautiful it truly is Your words and heart. Keep growing and glowing And creating these healing potions in the form of worlds in your poems Sweet soul, and remember you are everything you need Everything you truly own and I hope someday you’ll find all the right things for all that has gone. 

For @teacup13

The clock struck midnight,

Like any other day.

I trudged around

The sprinklings of Winter;

I roamed around

the trenches of Cold.

An unusual task, you may ask, for a dawn so frigid?

But I must move along,

For I am snow bound.

The clock bonged again,

Six hours too late. And yet I saw you

Yawning and stretching your hands,

A half hearted effort, to be awake.

The clock chimed again, but not the hefty one,

Stuck jagged in the street, a bellicose remembrance,

Of the past-so difficult to forget.

It was the dainty clock,

The clock which you keep in your room,

To anticipate the sweeter times.

It was the onset of noon

I was still watching you.

You’ve grown so much

So much from the time at which you prayed.

Prayed for the memories, you’re making today.

There are moments when I catch you

Looking, searching and failing, to find something.

I wonder,

Is it me? Or did you wish,

For a being more ephemeral, more mundane,

And so unlike me.

Do you wish to thank me?

Do you wish to know me?

Or do you wish to ask more?

Perhaps the future that I assumed, was the one you despised the most.

But, I see you happy,

See you so happy, I forget of the child,

Who clawed her way out of a darkness so deep.

I am still scared, you see,

Of the little discrepancies in our views

Of ‘perfect’.

And hence, here I am

Trudging through the cold,

Meandering past your window,

Still sprinkling those little bits of fairy dust.

And when the clock struck midnight again,

I had to walk away,

For I cannot stay here,

Still.

I must move again and wait.

Wait for for moons to pass, till I see you again.

Older, happier.

I must move along again,

For I am snow bound.

Every shimmering star was once a self-proclaimed child of the darkness, who secretly hoped her light would one day shine on distant souls—numbed by the cold, knowing they were in desperate need of her warmth.

Secret Santa gift for @wreckedwonderland

its shimmer a curtain sway

from a wind, the breath of God

___

Diamonds waltzing in

The clouds, snow-scented

Glimmer when everything is

Just a little sharper and

Gleaming eyes and laughing

Mouths are apples in the

Frost--something gained

A piney branch, rough with

Love, boughs like arms to

Hold each other tight, the

Present of presence, more

Precious than gold

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