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  • Roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 days, 4 hours ago

    Writers Block

    The Tortured Poets Department has a writer’s division that has to approve every poem before it goes out
    And my mind is tired of being held hostage
    A loose-leaf definition of writer’s block was once defined by the utter of: I don’t feel like writing, this isn’t good enough, my hand only works for the remote today
    Then she interrupts my train of thought to ask: why have you never wrote a poem about me
    It’s not that I haven’t
    There are 100s getting as comfortable as you can be in the waste basket
    The last poem I Kobe shot, Melo made, and Curry posed to the trash can started like this:
    An eye lash is trying to make your cheek more than just a Sunday service sanctuary
    It wants a home
    I know you’d like me to remove it
    But who am I to destroy a home
    I can’t help but think how beautiful you look with that eye lash
    As it rests there like a pair of doves flirting on a branch not far away from me
    What are you starring at, she exclaims
    Oh, nothing I reply, today I’ll let the eye lash remain
    On
    Your rosy cheeks, kissed by my dead rose petal lips
    Reminding you of the time we went camping and you hated that you smelled the outside
    You hated that you smelled like outside
    And I kept teasing you but hiking, visualizing, and tenting next to nature is maybe the closest thing to
    Falling asleep to your beautiful
    Falling asleep to your beautiful
    Falling asleep to your gorgeous
    Ugh, I can never find the right words to describe a tenth of your gorgeous
    And it makes me want to drop dead out of frustration
    Because the writers need to feel exactly what I do when they read:
    Holding her hand is to get a glimpse of forever before I die
    Holding her makes my heart resemble the flight of a butterfly
    Holding her hand is to hold my battles in the palm of my hand and make them cry
    The writers consist of a delicious various assortment of personality; often referred to as me, myself, and I
    Every time I get ready to seal this poem to you the writer’s block me from letting you receive it
    p.s. I haven’t learned to love myself enough to love you…

    Roses

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    • Aww Roses, sending you the biggest hug. There is a lot of softness in this. I hope you learn to love yourself because you have so much love to give. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren

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  • Roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 days, 4 hours ago

    The Last Breath of the Flame

    The clock, the watch, the phone all have eyes that watch from the view of 2 AM untamed
    Heart rates jumping like the heat of the flame
    Me plus You is a movie, what is the name
    Our love doesn’t fit in the frame
    So, cameras get jealous of the panorama pane
    Real love never goes without pain that can be immense
    So, if you’re hurt let patience play offense
    Slow dancing with your memories is a nostalgic essence
    Sweat dancing with the burning scent
    Wick burning with confidence
    Mirroring our silhouette, naked thoughts present tense
    My hands without your curves, a death sentence
    Each kiss turns a page of my sixth sense
    I don’t need a third eye to see your imperfect contents
    Table this: beauty is born from cracks so use the hurt as accents
    She is priceless so keep your two cents
    Temptation is off limits but I climbed the fence
    The candle falls asleep to our aroma, hence
    The flame goes out, conclusion love making after an argument
    Sweet dreams enter in the tango of sheets, legs, hearts, rest swiftly to the comfort of her name
    My heart is tied to yours, no more games
    I’ve played tug of war and came out lame
    No more burns unless it’s from the candle tamed
    p.s. this is what it feels like when peace kisses love…

    Roses

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  • Roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 days, 6 hours ago

    Cherry Blossum Cheeks

    Have you ever let your mind sit under a cherry blossom tree
    The poetic renewal massages the stress away the same way as the beach waves
    Copy and paste, lying next to you is like closing your eyes under the sunset oceanside
    A bright blushing sky with kisses of orange, and blue with a honeyed taste that simply grabs you
    But nothing is as sweet as your sugar, under the shade of this suite
    Fresh chill of a neutral setting is cooked by our body temperature
    Peace in the reflection is bringing us closer
    When I look back at how we arrived at this destination within the calm ripples I see a truth in the tomb of love at first sight
    Our photograph under the light being born from fallen petals is a coveted site
    I had to see the treasure I already had instead of searching for gold
    That’s when our story began to unfold, I hate folding clothes
    I rather unfold and devour deep conversations over shallow beverages
    She likes easy ice, but I want more, as deep as the roots of this tree
    The ying and yang
    Discovering the ocean intricacies when it closes its eyes to dream and wakes up with a kiss complemented by a southern twang
    She’s my main thang, calling my land line
    Our language reads between the lines
    Wrinkled with age or bitten white chocolate sheets
    I love seeing your cherry blossom cheeks
    p.s. you be the pink and I’ll be the red for Valentine’s…

    Roses

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  • Danielle

    Don’t worry little one, this will all be forgiven and forgotten I know you’re going through a lot right now and I pray that you make it through this with open eyes And a keen sense. You are on your own now
    nothing more, nothing less. My information is true
    and I know what you’re going to do. I know because I’m you. Don’t listen to any negativity from any one and always be yourself! I know it’s rough but it’ll get better I hope you find solace in this letter.

    Danielle

    Voting starts July 24, 2024 12:00am

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  • Billy,

    I need you, I’m scared
    The man who I thought was my father
    Was only my Dad.
    I knew too-right from wrong
    But God is my Father,
    And He is strong!
    He’s not like my Dad though,
    Yet, some similarities you know?
    How is your Mom?
    Is she still alive?
    I wish to your place again
    I could run and hide.
    As kids and friends
    Billy I was already perverted
    Some scary stranger…
    Wrecked my life.
    And then he laughed about it
    40 years later
    How’s that a joke?
    I don’t know.
    But I’m better now,
    I’m a child of the King!
    And in 4 trillion more years…
    I’ll still be!
    Like prejudiced people used to say in school,
    Calling some a wanna’ be
    Except my wants changed.
    I want to be a man of God,
    I want to be good
    I sure wish I could.
    But I’m gonna try to learn how!
    I miss you so bad
    You were the first best friend I had.
    My best friend now-since “1996”
    Is the coolest!
    His name is Mike
    He’s from Cleveland
    I’ve even prayed and cried over him.
    I want him to go to heaven!
    You better be there when I get home,
    I want you to meet him.
    I wish I had not
    Brought you smoke.
    I want to be buried under it.
    You were like an exception
    Dad would let me out.
    He must had liked you too.
    Sometimes I think
    I haven’t changed much inside…
    But I have! Hey,
    I know you remember Scoot,
    He told me what happened, at the bar
    When he cried. Billy, I wish you never died!

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks, 2 days ago

    This chapter # 5

    Today is the first day of the rest of my life,
    Therefore, every next one I’m in-is a new chapter.
    Every morning, I wake up, God’s mercies to me are new-
    So, with on my heart, His daily touch- I am able to prove…
    That I love Him, that I am thankful-that He is the only One able
    To mold and strengthen my life, because it’s so easily breakable.

    Just one more day to prove-how much for others I will lose.
    And know that my tears for others are real,
    Because always for the next person, I’m to lift up-
    I’ll lose if they can gain, the Master of the universe to me explains…
    That He was there always, and is there forever-
    He has placed His Word inside of me. as the greatest Treasure!

    A time to be married to my beautiful wife,
    A time to live with my kids,
    Time and again to prove my life is (for others) to give!
    A time to know, a time of notion
    A time to grow in the fact connection,
    That helping others build, is in-tact protection.

    A chapter to heal with the faithful “Unsealed”
    Understanding (unworthily) I have been blessed for real!
    whether I look back, or pierce through ahead
    Life is still permanently on track, my life is hid-my life is dead!
    But that’s a good thing…Because it’s the old life that’s dead!

    It makes me smile as I cry…
    Knowing all the while-my soul will never die!
    Rather in eternity-with Christ is life forever,
    And best of all, while down here on this earth…
    Is to show my schizophrenia has no worth-
    Over the grace of God-that I cling to endeavor!

    As chance and chapter to prove purity-is more dominant than deceit
    With the bowels of the new heart and spirit-God has freely given me!!!

    …Amen

    4-24-24

    Timothy T. Willett

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  • Now vs. Then

    Look at you go, man. You know, it wasn’t all that long ago that the only thing you could thin about was drugs and how miserable life was. You blamed everything on others, and couldn’t figure out why nothing ever seemed to go your way. Then, when things wouldn’t go your way, or you faced an instance of adversity, or even just a new experience, you would hide from it, and seek temporary pleasure.

    On a much brighter note, throughout all of this, you kept the best attitude you could, and still made it a point to do your best to be a giver to those around you. Hey, we live and we learn.

    I’m not writing this to you to beat you down or shame you (you used to do that to the extent of causing yourself to completely shutdown), in fact, it’s quite the opposite. I want to write to you about what I’m loving about this current chapter of my life.

    Every now and again, you get a little overwhelmed, and that’s okay. You get overwhelmed with the seemingly daunting tasks you’re taking on while telling nobody. You’re courageously advancing yourself toward crushing all these new experiences as they come. You’ve been doing this for quite some time now, helping you incrementally build your self confidence. I’m here to tell you that you may feel overwhelmed because you have everything you’ve ever wanted and you’re just unsure as to handle it. Nonetheless, you’re handling it.

    You’ve built yourself to the point you’re miles above where you first started this journey. I say this with humility and seriousness all at once: I’m beyond proud of you.

    You’ve met and partnered with a young lady who believes in you (maybe even more than you believe in yourself, which is quite a bit) and pushes you to succeed. She enjoys the small things you do. She enjoys the way you make her laugh. She admires you for the things you’ve been through and came out on top. Best of all, you enjoy these very same things, as she does them for you also.

    You are way less sad than you have been in a long, long time. You’re able to just be yourself, more so than ever, and she loves this about you. It’s also good for you. She actually cares to understand all the ideas you run by her. She doesn’t mind the noise you make when you fill the air with your words. She doesn’t even mind it when you practice your guitar or drums. You gotta admit, that’s pretty cool.

    Anyway, I can’t discuss in full detail all the great things you’re doing and continue to accomplish. You’re happier in this chapter because you’ve finally made it a point to push yourself and those around you to do great things, and it feels RIGHT. You love yourself again, and you’ve realized that even though you may be alone, you’re not ALONE.

    I hope as the chapters continue for you, you’ll find your way closer and closer to where you’re headed. Keep moving with love. It looks good on you.

    Jonathan Odle

    Voting starts July 1, 2024 12:00am

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  • The Power of a Learning Soul

    Hurt and broken
    I could not see.
    No more taking
    only giving.
    I’m now the king
    loved and adored.
    Patient, obscured.
    Like a driftwood
    Now found ashore.
    I’ve left behind
    bad parts of me.
    Rising above
    so found and free.
    At a stalemate
    I fought myself
    at rock bottom.
    Now, at the top
    we always say,
    “Don’t you worry,
    yeah we got ’em”.
    Experience
    built, never bought.
    lessons they’ve taught.
    From good to bad
    and bad to good.
    On second thought
    although I should,
    a favorite
    experience
    I have not got.
    Learn from them all,
    That’s what I’s taught.

    Jonathan Lee Odle

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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    • The flow is so excellent! I love the lines “I’m now the king
      loved and adored.
      Patient, obscured.
      Like a driftwood
      Now found ashore.”
      It was so simple, yet I can imagine the imagery so clearly in my head. I love the way the words sway like a dance on the screen. Thank you for sharing 🙂

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  • Salvation...

    October 17th 2006…
    Gave up on the old life-it just could not exist.

    I was using, drinking, abusing-Trying self to die
    But though I was overblown-was some thinking in mind.
    At the end of the night-substance and alcohol gone
    Came this thinking of life stinking-maybe I was wrong.

    Wait a minute here-I should be crumped,
    These gasoline fumes just may be dumb.
    Tomorrow, my only daughter…turns five-
    And I’m not wanting to be alive?

    How could one steal a life to others real?
    When this world came to life-was it a flip deal?
    Had not my best friend-escaped again,
    To the hospital room from my hole-sunk tomb?
    Emergency fair-I’ll wait…Have not my best friend there.

    Then like God spoke:
    Put the gas can down-may new life, have wrote…
    So, I went next days’ recovery-
    Burned out and bent; but God had reality!
    …And this could all be good?
    Wherefore means the little engine that could?

    Therefore I obeyed that very next day,
    And glory halleluiah-God had better/No, the best Way!!!
    And no-have not had there-street life goodbye
    Along with witchcraft involved in drugs…
    I was simply chasing the wrong place/wrong love.
    God, I thought You hated me-so I hated You too,
    I for all along had been deceived-I’ll not type what needs You.
    But thank You later for taking me, to the alter of grace…
    God, once again-You were on time, because You’re never late!!!

    8:41PM
    4/15/2024
    Monday

    Timothy T.

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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  • Peace from destruction

    I climb to the cliff’s edge
    And peer into the rocky waters
    “No, I can’t do that,”
    Suddenly,
    A cotton blanket embraces me
    Wrapping me up safely in warmth
    The blanket leads me to a chiminea
    I watch flames transform into fiery girls dancing with one another
    Happily round and around
    Then, they look at me, exit their stage, and draw a circle of flames around me
    Their friendly smiles comfort me
    As the ground surrounding me turns everything to ash
    Smoke thickens and clears
    And for the first time,
    I feel peace from destruction.

    Jordan Essenburg

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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  • And then…

    I was eleven when my dad started drinking again.
    Even worse, he had an affair.
    Even worse, I was a daddy’s girl.
    Even worse, my household was emotionally abandoned by its protector.
    Even worse, I started chasing men to fill that void of love.
    The LOVE that you can only get from a FATHER.
    Even worse, I let them abuse me.
    Even worse, I dropped out of high school.
    Even worse, my self esteem plummeted.
    Even worse, my dad’s alcohol abuse seemed to be passed down…
    Even worse, there’s times I don’t remember how I got home.
    Even worse, I didn’t think I deserved any better.
    Even worse, I got pregnant.
    Even worse, the father was my worst abuser.
    Even worse, I believed I had no worth.
    But then…
    I gave up.
    And then, I fell on my face in tears.
    And then, I opened a random Bible.
    And then, I cried all over the pages.
    And then, through blurry tear filled eyes I saw these words, “Be still, and know that I am God.”
    And then, I encountered the Lord and He gave me a glimpse of heaven.
    I saw things I cannot explain on a human level.
    And then, I chose to trust him.
    And then, it felt like I had suddenly woken up from a horrible dream.
    And then, He built my confidence.
    And then, I was freed from the chains of my abuser.
    And then, my child was freed too.
    And then, I started finding Love in Him.
    The LOVE that only a FATHER can give.
    And then, He sent me a man.
    A man that would leave a tiara at my doorstep, and love letters and chocolates in a relentless pursuit of my heart.
    A man that would pray over me and my son.
    And then, God used him to show me my worth.
    And then, I married him.
    And then, I was emotionally safe.
    And then, I was physically safe.
    And then, I was safe.
    And then, my new life began.
    The moment that changed my life for the better, was the moment I gave it all to Jesus.
    And then, everything changed.

    Kelly Lee

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of To my younger selfTo my younger self group 1 months ago

    Dear Timothy...

    Hey, you, old man.
    This is a letter to yourself and from yourself.
    You know all those things you’ve done wrong,
    Regardless of who’s fault, or who’s right or wrong.
    But this is not of that my friend…
    Yeah, it’s amazing.You can call yourself friend now, but you are! ♥
    I know those things I put myself and others through.
    I remember the dreams and aspirations.All the good things I had for you.
    Looking back is confusing and God it just makes me cry.
    But I’m gonna try to leave You out too.Because this is a letter to myself. To maybe find out why.
    But God I can’t, I can’t look back Because it hurts too much…
    I can’t go to the beach, I can’t go to school, I can’t go to church, Sitting bereaved, I feel a fool.
    But Lord, I can’t do it, I cannot watch.
    Cannot go to Toledo. Cannot go to Cleveland cannot go back to jail, God what am I believing?
    Cannot run to West Virginia, cannot hospital trend…
    All along.I hated myself, yet all the while was a good friend. ☺
    I can’t even write.I’m sorry I can’t do this.
    All along my life, it was my own mark I missed.
    But that’s a good thing because i’m not in hell…
    Only I could see my place where ever if I made, could never get bail.
    I’m sorry, no can do.
    God thank you for saving me from me.

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    • Aww Timothy everything you have been through has led you where you are today, and it’s exactly where you are supposed to be. You have a beautiful heart. Never forget that! Your past does not define your whole being. <3 Lauren

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 months, 1 weeks ago

    Why I love myself...

    Because God loved me 1st-And I’m not of any less worth
    My God is no respecter of persons-And He loves healing my hurting.
    I love me because I’m trying-As I’m crying to care…
    My Great God has made me beautiful-the person in the mirror!
    I may have some good qualities instilled in me,
    But the best-is alone time with God-on some humble knees.
    I chose to love myself-though seems to me none else can,
    So, I put God 1st, then the others, finally at last I stand!
    I witness to people-telling them how much God loves them,
    For all practical purposes-I’m reminded of love, over and over again!
    God must see me special-He died for my soul to live,
    Sitting patient through many lectures my earthly father had to give.
    I love me because I’m not a robot, that cannot return the love,
    It’s a free gift the Master Gave-Super, Sufficient enough!
    I’m looking deep, staring into-the bottom of my heart,
    And see the reason, steep to love-every brand-new day’s start!
    I love me because I can love everyone else,
    Even if they did me wrong-there’s no reason to not love myself!
    Yes, writing this down brings tears to mine eyes,
    So, learning to smile by overcoming frowns-is such a lovely surprise!
    God sure does instruct me well-in His Word divine…
    I love me by loving my wife-in sincere lowliness of mind.
    I love me from emotions and feelings-that have become real,
    I love me cause I’m sober, and love the souls-from all you at “The Unsealed”!
    I love me because I see my mistakes, and when I make them-my heart breaks,
    And because I’m not leading people astray-but point to Jesus who is The Way!
    As Yes, I chose always wisely to learn, from all my dumb mistakes.
    I love me for my friend-on this paper is how I pray…
    This ink from my pen, will never run out-it just bleeds in a good way!
    I love me because I love God, and have figured out-He hates me not,
    I love me because I’m bought with His blood-that cleanses my sin a lot!
    I’m loving myself because I’ve felt, and know the truth from lies-
    Especially because this inside love-is finally leaving my past behind!!!
    I love me because God has great plans for me…
    And so, I let Jesus drive-and sit in the passenger’s seat!
    Also, I love what it means to “be human”,
    Living and growing, and returning loves sway…
    And I am (through this poem)
    Making “loving myself” a new practice every day!

    Good for burdens to be done!

    Thank You-The Unsealed,
    Much Love-Timothy
    4-4-24

    Timothy T. Willett

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    • This was a powerful yet inspirational piece on why you love yourself thank you for sharing!

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    • Timothy, your words exude a deep understanding of self-love and the profound love of God. Embrace your worth and continue to grow in love for yourself and others. May your journey be filled with blessings and the joy of knowing you are cherished by the divine. Let go of burdens and embrace the practice of loving yourself each day.

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 months, 1 weeks ago

    What my poems mean to me...

    They mean my daily chore-home work.
    They mean my daily release-from drugs.
    God, I want them so bad-But can’t…
    These things mean-my sanity.

    Ears ring loud-Alone.
    None but Jesus-knows.
    God, I tempt You not-but why?
    Dids’t Thou not take me-long ago?

    Still flying sober-how?
    Dost Thou hold my tears-when?
    Will they stop, could they ever-Be
    Worth anything-to Thee?

    I will write a poem-And fly.
    I’ll crash down-Goodbye.
    Can say words-no meaning heart?
    Words kill-I’ve seen,
    Through the light of another’s dream.

    Was a nightmare-for both.
    How can life and death-Be so close?
    Walking in the Spirit…Live.
    Walking after the flesh…Death.

    Let God direct your steps.
    Acknowledge Him every chance you get!
    He will give beyond belief
    Be humble and watch Him uplift.
    God, I don’t know what will kill me first…
    Mine own poor choices,
    Or the source of a heart-attacks worth.

    How much more?

    My heart is just a doormat
    Please come in and stomp your feet
    Please lie to me, it sounds so sweet
    Don’t tell the truth-weep bitter deceit

    How fun this is-wouldn’t you agree?
    This old heart can take it-for One takes all
    One same literally made all!
    Nor did He think it bad…

    But said-It is good!

    It seems Jesus is in my box
    I’m alone in the room with it and Him.
    Broken hearted-sore troubled am I
    He is the mended miracle…

    I don’t let Him out to try.

    Is this holding the truth in unrighteousness?
    That’s not what I want despite all this.

    My heart is just a doormat
    Please come in and stomp away…

    Poems could make a heart unbroken.

    Tuesday
    Sept. 12th
    2023

    Timothy T. Willett

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    • Timothy,Your heartfelt poem beautifully expresses the struggle and yearning within you. It’s a powerful reflection of the complex emotions and questions that arise in life. Poetry has the ability to heal and bring solace. Keep writing and expressing yourself, for through your words, you may find the strength to mend your heart and find peace.

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 months, 1 weeks ago

    Dear Addict,

    Walking through a weary land
    Behold you find the rock
    May you come thirsty, but not alone
    And fall broken upon this stone

    Out pours the Water-giving life to your soul
    Free-this Living Water, gives your heart a home!
    Tis’ so good to you that you want not to return
    Back to weary land-please stay close and learn.

    That He was always there for you-in your lonely times
    He caught your every painful fall-and kept you alive!
    Please give God the glory-the Great Savior and King
    He is the great Healer-and the answer to your dreams!

    Please let Him change you, for you to die not
    So faithful He always is-loving you a lot!
    He will not point out-sins daring glare
    But He covers with His blood-eternal life He shares!

    He will always pardon-by His Grand Master design
    Dear precious child-He is with you all the time!
    He hurts so much at heart-by your troubled pain
    He knows all your going through-As for you He came.

    Yes-He died a horrible death-just so you’d be free
    And He lives beyond a guess-please this fact believe
    Please with open heart-accept His perfect love…
    He will lift you so much higher-than can any given drug!

    -Brought to you by the Love of Christ-

    Timothy T. Willett

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    • Timothy,Your poem is a beautiful testament to the love and grace of God. It reminds us that in our times of loneliness and pain, He is always there, ready to catch us and heal us. His love is greater than any drug or temporary solution. Embrace His perfect love and allow Him to transform your life. He longs to bring you freedom and lift you higher…read more

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  • Chapter 327

    Chapter 327
    Today i turned 33.
    Happy birthday to me!
    Though those challenges through those dark visions i seen in my dreams last night was an attack to my esteem.
    Waking up to clouded skies and high winds this morning shifted my perception thinking “ maybe its the heavens blowing in the winds of change for me?
    I decided to walk.
    First I headed to the barber shop for a fresh cut, now Im feeling myself.
    With my head phones on out the door. Taking a trip to the coffee house down the road for a hot cup of Black Seal .
    A soiree of Happiness filled my heart , through the first sip with a bone chilling scent of sweet almond, reminiscent to the decadent amaretto with notes of decanter liqueur twirling in the mix .
    Big smiles from the coffee house barista with a full house of beings bantering amongst themselves, listening to the constant bells of the door opening and closing to those coming and going in.
    Finishing my cup i swift my way out the door, “Its time to go to the art store.”
    I purchased some spray paint for my project so eager to rush home and pour my heart onto the canvas before its time to go pick up my daughter. For a number of days leading up til today, Ive reflected on how far Ive came.
    “I always viewed my life as a book filled with riddles, altered dimensions blended with moments of joy and memories of a journey convulsing with supernatural happenings as most would deem as some of the more stranger things”.
    None the less, indeed it is a new chapter, my life has consisted of many chapters left with cliff hangers and some unsolved mysteries all that lead to this new book as i stand at the edge of the mountains ready to plummet into my next book of life leaving karmic ties of the past behind.
    At this very moment i cant help but to smile, as the sun shines finally beaming in Gods love and light upon my face typing this letter about my excitement for the best things to come.
    As it just dawned on me of how today itself is like a metaphor, “ Waking up to gloomy clouds and high winds. Like the swirl of a storm coming in, to cleanse but by days end, the sun will shine again”.
    Typically i would over indulge in sweet cakes , red wine and a side of cajun wings and fries for my birthday but im on a slight fast for the weekend as i prepare for the gift to take a trip swaying in earths sacred medicine.
    Im so excited for the venture, for i know it’ll open the roads out of my mind with hidden text in this next book like a sacred scripture etched in peruvian mountains, or hieroglyphs upon the cave walls like the Grand Canyon perhaps?
    For there is a burning desire and deep love to further find myself as I thread on, with expanded wings into the unknown.
    This chapter is just a binacular scope to getting closer to my dreams as i further on to slay the minifibers of fear nestling on the hairs of my skin.
    “Its like beating the finally boss at the end of the game and the credits roll in”
    327 is like a code to my inner matrix that im breaking similar to a complex rubix cube of suduko written in hebrew language.
    And though to the outer world my inner being is in fact complex, i see it as a hidden passage way to a secret garden no man has had a hand in creating.
    A chapter within a chapter… except i am the creator of my story that was already written.
    “Speaking now from the thoughts of my Higher Self, the future self”
    Doctor Strange disguised as the thinking woman, whose peering into the multiverse of self, reading the foot prints like a sand dune of sanskrit , eyes zoomed in like a magnifying glass.
    Its interesting how vivid the imagination is within my mind but then again its sightings of truth that my memory has stored from millions of generations I have lived through out time.
    “Im ready to get started and re-remember this chapter of 327, only this time, i am sure to live far beyond the age of 33 this lifetime.

    Ashley Suttle

    Voting starts July 1, 2024 12:00am

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  • Altered State Of Mind

    The most mind alerting experience that changed my perception on life was my first time sitting with AYAHUASCA. It was a day ill never forget, alot of changes took place at the start of 2020 for me. First, was a blessed trip i manifested to go to sedona Arizona for a few days , 2 days after new years day in January. The year before on new years eve in 2018 , i prayed to God and my spirit family for a sense of relief and a way to become closer to The Great Spirit and self, after attempting suicide the morning of December 9th of 2018. I was then being monitored by relatives at the time for about a month or so after that notion.
    The night of New Years while spending the night over my families house, i sat in the basement after midnight, still feeling shattered on the inside.
    It was like as if it was still the day that i decided in those moments when i was so fed up and ready to leave this world, that the angel of darkness had wisped away the light of my soul to keep, due to the empty void in my heart as i cried out for grievance from the constant unfortunate events that had rapidly transpired the past few years from the various forms of abuse I endured. Unknowingly my life was going in a downward spiral of a noiseless pit full speed and I had no clue. “ I was too busy drinking and dancing my sorrows away once upon a time”.

    While in Sedona i found a sense of peace for the moment, learning simple healing modalities to reset my vagus nerve, eft tapping etc. I cried through the Angel healing session, as well as on the guided hike with the practitioner that followed into the creek before the mountain peak view.
    There in Sedona I felt home being in the red earth desert land. Viewing the Grand Canyon was a surreal moment by it self. Staring into the massive gapping drop of mountains that formed a bowl like ridge as if it was a wondrous abyss to freedom. Though silence flooded the cool air , In my mind I felt as if there were many faces of passed on loved ones shaping the jagged edges in the mountains. “These were my ancestors”, the spirits of the Southwest spoke to me but without words, the same whispers i heard that night sitting in my families basement that told me, this was the place I needed to come for refuge.
    As of now i realized me and those distant mountains have had many pastlives together, as far back to a time where they actually had the ability to speak back ( somehow Merlin comes to mind as i am typing this). They called out to me the night i cried for a wish of deliverance, “Not knowing it was a motion for me to come home”. After my short lived experience though the most memorable at that time in my life, I of course wanted to peer deeper into the supernatural world and learn more of who i was , though its deemed taboo to this world, I was lead to a man in a serendipitous moment. Again i asked the universe to meet a Shaman somehow , then met one at a crystal shop weeks after, giving short sessions for cleansing at a limited time.
    After we spoke and i shared some of the tumultous happenings, he felt inclined to discuss sacred medicine with me , thats when i was lead to an Ayahuasca retreat in the month of september in 2020 ( what a year for a spiritual awakening) .After hours passed, once the medicine settled in, underneath the open stared sky that night , laying before a huge bonfire i felt the drift taking hold. An intense 5 hour purge of consistent tears and sobbing weakened my body to finally surrender all of the hidden hurt and pain Ive held dormant since a child came bursting through in the trapped door, hidden in the folds of the cortex of my mind.
    There was this one moment when something told me to lay my head down upon the grass as i was rubbing the ground shaking from the hurt; when i seen my mother appear in the grass as if a glass floor was beneath me , literally. She told me to touch her hand ,reaching upward toward me and said “I m right here with you, im here, im here”.
    Seeing my mother made me so happy i grieved harder, for she had passed away the day before Mothers Day unexpectedly in 2019. That shocking moment too was another stabbing ache of pain that left a scar within my heart. Another out of this world moment from that experience with momma Aya was when i was walking up the deck stairs and everything was rippling, even the touching of door knobs with grid lines forming behind everything. It shed light that the world that we live in is indeed holographic and not real, though to our naked eyes it would seem as if what we see on a day to day basis was in fact truth, but i KNOW it to be different. Ever since, my life was never the same, but for great reason.
    As of now Ive had other experiences that have made an important impact on my life , it most definitely gave a reason why The Great Spirit would not let me leave this earth so soon when i attempted too. Though a late bloomer – I found purpose, with reasons why were all here is much deeper.
    “Its bigger than you and me”.
    So now everyday i am doing my best to be the best version of myself as I continue to walk hold hands with God and the many creeds of celestial family that guide me.
    “Thank you for listening”

    Ashley Suttle

    Voting starts June 17, 2024 12:00am

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  • From my heart to yours...

    I normally pre-mate poems with pen and paper But, this cannot wait any longer or later. Your words truly have pierced mine, and I remember surly the same state of mind. So, I will simply type on this phone my friend, even though it might not have another end. Sitting alone here on a 5 corner square, I look and see nothing in the middle of nowhere I will re-read your note that was truly wrote- From eyes of faucet water-in these tears I float. Though there’s no end at all to this telephone line, Emotions they do crawl from your heart to mine. Surly an addiction at the bottom of Erie’s Lake- I had no problem fixing every high I had to make. I would want to write to you from the bottom where it comes, But I don’t know if that is true, when mind games are so dumb. Nor has any heart bore but only similar strings, Unless one is ripped apart-it’s just not right it seems. I just cannot believe there’s people out there like me, Nor do I ever think I’m any better you see For God has made different all human existence, Yet we’re all still sinners so full of resistance And the very best thing that came from covid disease… Is the simple quote that had the note, “Please”. Now we clearly see, “We are all in this together”… In the same boat-(as light as a feather)… Is the message of Salvation for the world to live forever! The basis of a Christian is not a perfect life, It’s more of who’s been missing-but been found by Jesus Christ! It is that of progress and not of perfection… It’s a brand new spirit that with God has made connection! Jesus promised all that whosoever will… On Himself may call-that He’ll save forever still! All the talents and gifts He gave to express Of how it’s always Him to pull us out of our mess. And to lead the way over glassy seas to shore My dear friend I pray-may this heart get to yours.

    Timothy T. Willett

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    • Greetings, a beautiful expression of a deep connection and appreciation for shared emotions, despite physical distance. Very heartfelt, touching on themes of vulnerability and hope. The personal reflections and spiritual elements add depth, offering comfort and reassurance to whoever reads. Thank you for sharing!

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  • Green Light Stop: Red Light Go

    I’m not giving up right now.
    A middle aged white man calls on a Friday, letting me know I don’t have a chance.
    Let it go, this won’t go well for me.

    Wait, what?

    Finding that spot within myself, where my ego jumps ship.
    I’m not giving up simply because it’ll be hard to prove.
    I’m not giving up because it’ll be hard on you.

    I’m not giving up, but I understand why so many do.
    I’m not giving up because I know my truth.

    There’s no holding me back,
    I’m not confused anymore.

    Despite being scared, exiled by friends.
    I’m standing up for myself.

    When I testify on Monday, I may be scared.
    But I will not back down,
    I will set the bar here.

    And when I am mocked and told it’s not a big deal,
    I will think of myself and every one in this place too.

    As lonely as it feels, I know I cannot be alone.
    I will hold up my stop sign, and trust in myself.
    I am not stopping at green,
    Because I’m learning to go.

    Mel Taul

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    • This is a beautiful story. I love the simplicity and the vague element to it. I really feel like I’m reading between the lines and soaking up a story within a story. It takes a special skill to move someone with little detail, and you do that really well here! Thank you for sharing 🙂

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  • TEENS...

    My name is Timothy.
    I’m a schizophrenic but take my meds.
    I was diagnosed in 2004 and with my guide The Lord-the med’s help!
    I’m also an ex drug addict, alcoholic and convict…
    But even if I would think of this again-I’d get sick!
    And because of the youth that has committed suicide,
    I’m now an x smoker, No more nicotine Can I hide!
    You may check up on me in the future,and if you will, I’m greatly obliged.
    All you dear teens mean so much to me,
    Please never think you’re not worth it, Because you are!
    I understand where you’re coming from.I’ve been there and not dumb.
    Find no reason naughty or nice to ever think of ending your life.
    You’re beautiful.I promise daily prayed for by many,
    I’m now also a Christian and I pray for you plenty!
    I love you. Jesus loves you more. I pray for you, Jesus prays for you more.
    Anything at all I may ever do I promise I will do it for you.
    Always remember Jesus does everything better!
    It takes great character to do what you do in the world today,
    And you have it in you.I promise, just seek life along your way!
    Something I love and gave not up on, by daily walking with my great God…
    In the ending year of 2006 a man gave me a Bible,
    I’ve read and studied it since that day, and loved it all the while!
    This I still daily Continue to do, it changed my life and it can change yours too!
    I loved it so much, I decided to go to it’s teaching school…
    From the school of hard knocks to the school of God’s grace so cool!
    Northeast Ohio Bible Institute, had for me taught and explained the Good News!
    2008 or 2009, I started when God told me, Tim now it’s time…
    About 4 years hot right on trail.I thought this lot I will surely fail.
    I wanted to give up.I wanted to quit, for I was back slidden in the life that I lived.
    But for sure The teacher of the class said don’t quit but get back on track!
    So I buckled down and ate my spinach.And wouldn’t you know it?I surely finished!
    I won and it was fun graduated with a C.And that’s not bad for somebody like me!
    But oh, how sad it would have been if I’d have tucked tail and ran from the degree.
    Even though I was so messed up, with at that time current thoughts of suicide…
    God wouldn’t let me go, for He promised, I will never leave you.I have your best in mind!
    Surely I knew that He got this, and so glad I was of six years completion!
    I still so much love God’s life in me leading, He is the leader.I follow him still,
    And wouldn’t you know it?I’m back in another Bible school, what a thrill!
    Not just 1, but even 2! Patriot Bible University, and Reformers Unanimous too!
    Life is so grand and I am so glad I had not killed myself,
    For God has made everything new.So I live for Him, and especially you!
    He daily blesses and it’s never the end…
    So please don’t give up, for you are the Blessing-my Friend!!!

    3-13-24

    Timothy Willett

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    • Tim, I am so proud of how far you have come and who you are today. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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      • Thank you soo much Lauren I needed to hear that. Thank you for your appreciation and an invite to the family. P.S. I typed out my poem about what do I like about this chapter in my life, it’s in the poem section or on my profile. I wrote it on time but didn’t have enough time to put it in the contest. I’ll try my best to keep up, God has me very…read more

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