Sick
At this time of year with a chill in the air,
A virus can attack when you’re unaware.
It begins with an irritation in your throat,
And alters your voice so you can’t sing a note.
It blocks your nose and you can’t smell a thing,
No one is immune, not even a king.
Your eyes are watery and your body aches,
Sometimes you even get the shakes!
The tissues form a snow-capped hill,
As you eagerly wait until your next pill.
You have things to do but you just want to sit,
You want to move but your feet won’t permit.
But we cannot feel sad for this too shall pass,
The virus will be beaten and you’ll feel better fast!
And though it’s unpleasant and you feel bad,
We appreciate the good days and for that we are glad.
It’s time for you to rest and drink some hot tea,
And let your body heal and the virus will flee.
In no time at all, you’ll be back on your feet,
You’ll be healthy again and feeling upbeat!
-Aims x
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Every morn, just past dawn’s light,
I see his glare there, crystallized,
And with his sharp tongued malice says,
“Another day to waste away?”
I match his words intrepidly,
“I wake to songbird melodies
Whose pitch and cadence fill the air,
And save me from the dark nightmares”.
He quickly gathers his response,
“Now dreadful hours you’re to spend,
Denying every ounce of worth,
Reliving mistakes made since birth.”
I pause, think, then calmly reply,
“Experiences are never woes,
My past, much like a masterpiece,
Is woven still, on life’s fine fleece.”
Insulted by the optimist,
He gathers every heinous thought,
“And who would love you, imbecile?
No one in this world ever will!”
My ego, bruised, from such disdain,
Remembers to answer with hope,
“I’ve planted seeds deep down enough,
To know one day I’ll harvest love.”
Clinging from the thread of hate,
Flagitiously he iterates,
“This world has beauty, this is true,
But that does not encompass you.”
It was illogical, I deemed,
To combat a familiar stranger,
Though his approach was bellicose,
I gently answered via prose.
“You seek a dashing countenance?
I’d dare to say mine is quite fair,
From the crevice of my dimples,
To the curls found within my hair.”
As his invectives still pursued,
I kindly smiled and walked away,
For it’s a most-crippling infection,
Succumbing to your own reflection.
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Hello and Welcome!
We are Fireflies Positivity!! This blog is run by the Positivity Spreaders/Mood Boosters from @the-firefly-jar-system!
This blog has patchy activity due to the fact we don’t front often
Our ask box is Open!!
This blog is run by True Optimists! What is a True Optimist, You ask?
Someone who is Accepting, Supportive, and Validating
Knows that Not everything has a silver lining or a Positive spin
Knows that failure is Normal and Okay
Knows that Everyone is Different and deals with problems in Their Own Way
Knows that negativity is a part of Life! It is Not bad or wrong
We are also:
Fat/body Positive
Disability Positive
Pro Recovery
Queer Supporting (including Xenogenders!)
Anti fakeclaiming
Endo neutral/syscourse unaligned
Anti radqueer (TransX, TransID, Pro paras, etc)
Pro Choice
Optimists!
The Posters on this blog are (drumroll Pleasee):
Turnip 🐸🌱☀️(He/Ne)
Wally 🍎🎨(fused)
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Thank you for being there to receive the lovesick babblings of a lost and lonely teenage heart. Having an ear in which to pour out my deepest hearts desires, free of judgement and unsolicited advice. I am grateful for having and outlet for me to release these feelings and thoughts. Since spilling my guts I feel worlds better and am on a better track, with better habits and a better attitude. Having the space to trust myself and putting more thought into my choices, allowing my own personal strength to be my guide, I know that through optimism, creativity and intuition I am able to proceed through this and continue my journey to self love
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Written on a napkin in a strip club
I find beauty in almost anyone and anything
But I am not blind to the truth of it all
Don't look at me like I am a foolish optimist
Pain is what taught me how to find happiness
Joy doesn't sprint it only knows how to crawl
My mind is a tricky guy and hope is only featuring
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Inspiration comes from basically anywhere, but sometimes I want something to occupy my mind as I live. So I make stories from small fragments of inspiration. Usually agitation, if I'm being honest. Sometimes they come from small bits of hope. Those are always my favorite.
Today I believe it was hope. Maybe optimistically, I want to believe it was hope.
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