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Smellyratt
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PathStep 23 Compassion hearts1,330 Forum posts5 Forum upvotes6 Current upvotes6 Age GroupAdult Last activeSeptember, 2026 Member sinceJune 30, 2019
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thank you for being considerate of me while I continue my journey.


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A pearl
Poetry / by Smellyratt
Last post
 April 15th
...See more In my brain a pearl sits Rattling around in my mind’s eye. It cracks and forms a human butterfly. She sits thoughtfully and doesn’t give me the answers. I sit anxiously waiting for her assignment for the next move. But she doesn’t work with the bell of time. Instead she wistfully waits and listens to the wind. Feeling the heat of the sun on her The voices in the soil. All the things I can’t hear but get goosebumps on my arms about. A muffled blob in the distance that she keeps away from me, from a point that’s beyond my comprehension. She explodes into a kaleidoscope. A prismacolor that I drown in. I’m scratched by the sharp edges of the sixth dimension as my body melts into Mercury. Im an object in motion in space waiting to be stopped. And now suddenly I don’t work with the bell of time. And yet, I still hear a strange drum beating through my blood. Is that my clock? And what of the pearl in my head? Does she face the clock, too?
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I wrote a poem!
Anxiety Support / by Smellyratt
Last post
 April 12th
...See more Hi! I wrote a poem. I hope you enjoy it! It encases how I’m feeling right now. In my brain a pearl sits Rattling around in my mind’s eye. It cracks and forms a human butterfly. She sits thoughtfully and doesn’t give me the answers. I sit anxiously waiting for her assignment for the next move. But she doesn’t work with the bell of time. Instead she wistfully waits and listens to the wind. Feeling the heat of the sun on her The voices in the soil. All the things I can’t hear but get goosebumps on my arms about. A muffled blob in the distance that she keeps away from me, from a point that’s beyond my comprehension. She explodes into a kaleidoscope. A prismacolor that I drown in. I’m scratched by the sharp edges of the sixth dimension as my body melts into Mercury. Im an object in motion in space waiting to be stopped. And now suddenly I don’t work with the bell of time. And yet, I still hear a strange drum beating through my blood. Is that my clock? And what of the pearl in my head? Does she face the clock, too? Thank you!! MP
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