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Jack of All Trades

Jack of all trades, master of none

Will you please teach me how to fly

Whenever I try to walk, my laces come undone

Jack of all trades, master of none

Tell me a story

Tell me how it all begun

Jack of all trades, master of none

Will you please help me

Without you it's no fun

Jack of all trades, master of none

I can't thank you enough

You taught me to reach the sun

Jack of all trades, master of none

Thank you

For all that you've done.

Jack of all trades, master of none

But better than a master of one.

-Chrysanthemum_poet

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At night I wake

Along with all my ghosts

We dance and we talk

My mind tells me to get rid of them

But these are the ghosts that taught me how to walk

I can't just let let them go

What would the mind know

About matters pertaining to the heart

And so

I let them take my bed

Then my room

And then my life

"I won't let them go" I say

They cling to me like I'm rocks and they're moss

They've been with me ever since I could think

They are all I have

They are all I know

I love them

In the end they eat me alive

-Chrysanthemum_poet

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I will wait for you like a dying man waits for his impending death

It's a debt that is long overdue

I will pray and I will repent

I will tell you my shame

I will die waiting at the alter of the God that never came

My last words? Your name

-Chrysanthemum_poet

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May we meet again

When the day is right,

And we're kinder to eachother.

I'll apologise for what I did,

And more so for what I did not.

Maybe we'll go for a walk.

And maybe somewhere along the way

You'll see a squirrel, hopping away,

And maybe, you'll laugh.

I'll bottle up that sound and label it peace.

And one day when I'm sick and down with a mysterious disease,

Doctors and chattering neighbors will come to look at me.

They will try to find a cure.

They will try to make me well again,

But their efforts will all be in vain.

Then my gaze will fall upon the vile of peace,

That I bottle up near the mango trees.

I will unscrew the cork,

And drink the potion of your laugh.

The drink will settle in my chest, bubbling a laughter of my own.

Finally, I'll be at ease.

-Chrysanthemum_poet

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[chrysanthemum-poet]

May we meet again

When the day is right,

And we're kinder to eachother.

I'll apologise for what I did,

And more so for what I did not.

Maybe we'll go for a walk.

And maybe somewhere along the way

You'll see a squirrel, hopping away,

And maybe, you'll laugh.

I'll bottle up that sound and label it peace.

And one day when I'm sick and down with a mysterious disease,

Doctors and chattering neighbors will come to look at me.

They will try to find a cure.

They will try to make me well again,

But their efforts will all be in vain.

Then my gaze will fall upon the vile of peace,

That I bottle up near the mango trees.

I will unscrew the cork,

And drink the potion of your laugh.

The drink will settle in my chest, bubbling a laughter of my own.

Finally, I'll be at ease.

-Chrysanthemum_poet

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One day when I'm dead and gone,

I hope archeologists dig up my grave.

And find a peice of paper,

Tangled up in my bones.

The very one you wrote to me.

I hope they write volumes,

About our love and my madness.

-Chrysanthemum_poet

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Donate if you can. It does not have to be a huge sum. If you cannot donate please spread awareness and share and reblog this post to spread awareness.

I'll link some accounts where you can go and donate in this post.

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The only thing wrong with life is that it goes on.

-Chrysanthemum_poet

Hi, please consider donating to the people of Palestine. We are perhaps their last hope. Please help. Be on the right side of history. If you do not know where to donate, I'll link a few pages in this post where you can donate. It does not have to be a huge sum.

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

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I recently had Fahed and his family reach out to me in need of aid, still far off their GoFundMe goal. If you can spare even a small amount, please consider supporting this family of 8. Reblogs to share the campaign are very appreciated as well! Thank you!!

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I'm Amal, 33 years old. My husband Eyad is 39, and we have seven children: Hala (15), Nour (13), Abdelrahman (11), Mohammed (9), Omar (6), Ahmed (4), and baby Hoor, just 7 months old.

In the blink of an eye, we awoke to a devastating barrage of bombs. The war had begun, and soon tanks surrounded us as the northern Gaza Strip was declared off-limits. We fled immediately from the north, leaving behind my husband who had to stay with his elderly father who cannot walk. The presence of checkpoints and the prohibition of vehicles forced my husband to remain in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood in the north of Gaza.

My four-year-old son, Ahmed, suffers from diabetes. It is a constant struggle to find insulin injections and test strips. Weeks go by without being able to check his sugar levels, leaving me in fear of whether his levels are too high or too low.

Ahmed's condition break my heart

My children are the love of my life

I fled on foot, just ten days after giving birth. I carried my ten-day-old baby and my other young children, alone, fighting for their safety. A few days later, the northern Gaza Strip was completely isolated, leaving my husband trapped.

I cannot bear the panic attacks that Hoor suffers from the constant bombing

It was incredibly difficult to care for my children without my husband, moving from one place to another. I finally sought refuge in a shelter school in Deir Al-Balah.

My children have been deprived of their father, who used to provide all their needs. Their schooling has been halted, and their mental health is in ruins due to the war. My baby girl cannot get proper nutrition and is unable to sleep due to the constant sounds of bombs.

We share our room at school with 40 people, lacking water and sanitary supplies

My husband remains in the north, experiencing severe famine. Periodically, I manage to contact him, learning that he is still alive, but his situation is dire.

We want to escape Gaza and survive this tragic war, to build a decent life for my family, providing the basics of life: food, medical care, and a safe home.

Your donations can make a world of difference for us. Every dollar can help us escape this nightmare and start anew. Your generosity can reunite our family, provide essential medical care for Ahmed, and ensure my children grow up in a peaceful environment.

Your kindness and support mean everything to us. May God bless you for your compassion.

Greetings & Gratitude🙏

Amal

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Hi, please consider donating to the people of Palestine who are suffering and living under inhumane conditions. If you don't know where to donate, you will find some links on my page. It does not have to be a huge sum. Donate whatever you can. If you cannot donate please spread awareness about the ongoing genocide in Palestine, Sudan, Congo and various other places. I cannot believe that we live in a world where genocide and wars are deemed normal. We think that anything that is not personally affecting us is not that big of an issue but we fail to realize that the only thing seperating us from them is fate. Do we not think of them a human or are we so apathetic that we do not care if other people live or not, if they have enough resources to live a decent life or not, If they have food or not, If they are in pain or if they need help? Why can't people boycott? Do you think that people's lives cost as little as a KitKat or a Coca-Cola?

No matter how hard you try,

You can't hide a genocide.

Sometimes I hear the children cry,

For a second I smile,

Then remember exactly how they died.

FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

[chrysanthemum-poet]

May you shine brighter than the stars but the thing with stars is that they're far away.

Sincerely,

Chrysanthemum_poet

(Please consider donating to the people of palestine. If you don't know where to donate, I have a few pages on the pinned post of my page. Please donate. Be on the right side of history.🍉)

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I'm attaching the pages of the people who have reached out to me. Please go to their page and donate. The link is on thier page. Please donate. Please reblog and please be on the right side of history. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

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Hello everyone, I created this post to help spread awareness about the ongoing genocide in palestine right now. I request everyone to donate whatever they can to the cause and if you can't please spread awareness about the issue. Innocent children, women and men are dying every single day. Many people are living under inhumane conditions without the basic necessities.

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE 🇵🇸❤️🖤🤍💚

krispyfacepolice and beatricergiveer recently reached out to me asking for my help. Please donate whatever you can and let's help reach their goal. The link is on their page which is attached to this post. Please donate. Please be on the right side of history. FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

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The only reason I like something now is because I loved it when I was a kid .

It is as if the vapours of the love remain long after the love has evaporated .

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So many moments and so many things you took for granted,

Just because you thought that there would be more.

What would you have done if you knew that it was your last one?

Would you have clung to it for dear life

Or would you have watched it vanish into the sky?

Would it have scratches on it from you clinging to it too tight?

Would you let it go easy,

Or would you fight?

The act of giving up

Is your demise.

(Chrysanthemum_poet 🤍)

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What good are these hands if they cannot hold yours?

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Isn't being remembered all we want?

Isn't it the reason we draw, paint or write?

Isn't it the reason we create art?

Isn't it the reason we leave a piece of us wherever we go?

Isn't it the reason why we carve our names into trees and leave our footprints in the sand ?

Isn't it the reason why you kiss my cheek and hold my hand?

To say remember that I was once here and here and here?

To say that I was once alive too?

To say remember me?

(To remember is to grieve and to grieve is to have loved 🤍)