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  • Moxx shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 4 days ago

    Recovery

    When the world goes to sleep
    And I am left awake
    With my lonely thoughts
    And subtle, soft heartbreak
    I can only breathe
    And readjust myself
    To the passing of time
    A picture on a shelf
    Non sum qualis eram
    Maybe something more
    Who I left behind
    Is running out the door
    Nothing lasts forever
    A former life was I
    Not solid on the ground
    Nor between the earth and sky
    In this newfound skin
    Is a person I’m not yet
    A new soul has been given
    But my blood has not been let
    Hope, it takes a hold
    Persistence is the key
    Of learning my new world
    And everything in me
    So with these hands I pray
    For a new life to begin
    There’s nothing I can do
    But to love myself within

    Kristen Moxley

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 4 days 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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  • Tracie Sperling shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 4 days ago

    We Will Be Together

    Happiness is homemade. Dancing through the night, heart aflame like fireworks that never fade. “ For every minute you are angry, you lose 60 seconds of happiness”-Ralph Waldo Emerson. You do not realize you are a lucky man. Thank you for your casual security. It’s not too late to change. Tired of you playing games. It’s no good to play when everyone is at war with you don’t have a single mate. No take over yourself when the feelings start to fade. You are not alone at the end of the day. When you think you got it all all the days I wished you stayed however, you misbehaved. Good things come to those who wait. The greatest of all that tomorrow does not forget to grow a heart like those. And you don’t have to give up time because you don’t get saved. It’s not worth it to lose your way. I’ll keep dancing through heartbreak, knowing joy will soon awake. I will find the strength I need to mend and remake. The times you thought were it wasn’t good enough for you to lose a break.

    Happiness or sadness is the only way to do what you can to survive in. With a heart full of joy, I’ll fly and never give in. Doesn’t matter who you are trying to kid. Never give up on the spark within, let it shine! Don’t let anything stand in your way in a world of darkness. Sometimes when life brings you down, You gotta let go when you feel like it’s over. I am here to follow where the wind blows. Remember about the life you chose. I’ll chase the happiness let my heart flow. Just hold on tight to your dreams overdose on reality. Your dreams are your own lows. Highs and lows, my heart will always be in control. Trying to believe in a god that no one knows. I know I am only human but, I know I can be better than that. There’s a lot to be learned and that you are gonna get through it. Forget your worries and your doubts. Don’t you know you are worth it. My only desire is to be with you, even if you don’t deserve it. Find the light within, let it ignite and never quit. I just wanna be the best thing you ever had I never meant to hurt you. I don’t wanna be the one to make you mad. I’ll make you smile until your heart is no longer sad. Because we need another chance to make it right. When our souls are made of glass. No more despair and sorrow.

    Oh, we need to dance in a new romance. Hold my hand and rest your head so you can relax. It’s time to stand up in our tracks. Find the joy that never lacks and forget about the past otherwise, our love will collapse. Be proud of what you are running from. Keep on pushing on its pulling us in but, we can’t relax. We could be the kings and queens of anything if we believe we can be happy but, we don’t know where to go. Let your heart guide you, find the joy in every beat. Then we will know that we are free. We could let our feelings show if we believe that this is meant to be. We can find our way home. We will make it through the storm. And the world will be ours where happy days are all we know. Peace will come and life will flow allowing new hopes to come. The time has come for you to see things that will be done. Open up your heart and let the love overcome so we become one. Make a new start until we reach another day. Fill up your empty cups. Stop blaming others, no more useless excuses. You can’t be walking around in a daze when the walls are caving in. You can’t rely on others for happiness. Create it on your own. Celebrate each moment, let joy be freely sown. Life is a game do what you want to do. Let the music get you through in the morning. You got the world in a spin. Let the day begin brightening. Don’t let the future get you down. Spread your wings and let your heart take flight dazzlingly. Sometimes it’s hard to see but, happiness is here to stay.

    Tracie Sperling

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    • Tracie, your words are a beautiful reminder that happiness is within our reach. We have the power to dance through life’s challenges and find joy in every moment. Let go of the past, embrace the present, and create your own happiness. Believe in yourself and let your heart guide you towards a life filled with love and fulfillment. Keep shining and…read more

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  • Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 4 days ago

    Just Another Junkie

    Do you think that I’m alone?
    Do you think that I’m unique?
    Do you think that I’m the only addict,
    with a good heart underneath?
    Look beyond the drugs,
    the sores and the blisters…
    We’re mothers, we’re fathers,
    we’re brothers, and sisters.
    It may be hard to see,
    I know you can’t tell.
    Cause I was there too,
    and we hide it so well.
    The addiction takes over,
    and you watch them disappear.
    Into another world,
    like the other side of the mirror.
    But there is a way out,
    They can become so much more, you see!
    A lesser travelled path,
    That we call “Recovery”.
    It’s not an easy road,
    and many won’t even try.
    Unless they reach the point of change,
    some will use until they die.
    So next time you see that junkie,
    or that drunkard on the street.
    Pray that they get better,
    That, God they finally meet.
    Because I am not alone,
    and I am not unique.
    I am just another junkie,
    Who got back up on his feet.

    Matthew L Jablonsky

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    • This is absolutely beautiful. I can completely relate to your poem. It is wonderfully written and I identify with it so well. Excellent work!

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  • Celebrating Life’s Journey: Happiness

    Let’s toast to HAPPINESS, ever true, In every moment, a treasure anew.
    In love’s warm glow and faith’s steady cue,
    We celebrate the beauty in me and you.
    With glasses raised to skies of blue,
    Where dreams take flight and hopes renew.
    In every smile, a rainbow’s hue,
    We find the magic in me and you.
    In laughter shared and tears embraced,
    In tender whispers and souls so brave.
    In every challenge, a chance to chase,
    The joy of living, in every space.
    So here’s to HAPPINESS, let it bloom,
    In every heart, dispelling gloom.
    In love’s embrace, we find our groove,
    To dance in joy, amidst life’s tune.
    With gratitude, we lift our voice,
    To celebrate life’s freedom of choice.
    In every heartbeat, we soak up life,
    For in each other, we find our strength to fly.

    Dr. Cortnie S. Baity, LMFT

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  • Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 5 days 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 3 weeks, 5 days 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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  • Grief

    GRIEF
    By. Kristina Gregson
    Grief is a hard feeling to explain.
    One does not truly know what to expect, until they are actually going through the pain.
    The pain in the pit of your inner being.
    The ache in your heart, feels like it could stop beating.
    Your whole body aches with pain, leaving one feeling so drained.
    Right down to the blood that flows through your veins.
    A hurt, an ache, that can only be described as deep deep sorrow.
    One that you know you will still have when you wake tomorrow.
    The feeling of loss, the wish I would haves,
    The wish I could haves, the wish I should haves,
    That feeling of so much wasted time, that could have been spent with better rhythm and rhyme.
    More smilies, more hugs, more laughter, more love.
    More calls, more talks, maybe even a walk,
    More dinners together, more special times.
    That is what you wish when your loved one has ran out of time.

    Kristina Gregson

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    • Greetings, Your honesty and imagery evoke shared sorrow and the importance of cherishing time with loved ones. Overall, it’s a poignant reminder of life’s preciousness. Splendidly written and my condolences.

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  • Sherry Noble shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 5 days ago

    Mom

    When asked my biggest fear, I close my eyes and imagine what my life would be like without you, and that moment alone is terrifying enough that I already have my answer without having to blink again. My biggest fear is having a great day, or a horrible day, and not being able to call you anymore to tell you about it. My biggest fear is needing an old favorite recipe and knowing you’re the only one who has it and now I’ve got no one to ask anymore. When the holidays come along and I don’t want any gifts but you always asked for a wish list, I’m scared I’m going to wish you were here and be sorely disappointed when you don’t come through like you always have before. Part of my job as a daughter is to open my heart up as wide as it goes and take in all the advice, stories, wisdom, and love while I can so if you leave before I do I’ll have enough to keep me going. I just don’t know if or when that day ever comes if I will know what to do, who to call, when to cry, where to fall. You have always been my roller coaster sidekick and I don’t know if I trust this ride without you. If you ask me what my biggest fear is in life, it’s having a life without you in it, mom.

    Sherry Noble

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    • Sherry, your heartfelt words express the deep love and fear of losing your mom. The thought of not being able to share your joys, seek advice, or have her presence during the holidays is terrifying. You have cherished her wisdom, stories, and love, and the idea of navigating life without her feels overwhelming. Your bond is strong, and it’s…read more

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  • Sexual assault

    The Summer of 2021 was the start of my life turning upside down because of what you did. At least what I think you did. I have no memory of what happened other than that night I woke up feeling sick to my stomach, in pain everywhere. My legs, my back, my stomach, and most importantly, my private area was in extreme pain.

    I don’t remember anything, but I know you did something to me. Waking up, not remembering anything, and just knowing something was wrong was enough to send me on a whirlwind. My wrists were red I was in pain, my nose piercing was gone, my pants were half down and wet with an unknown substance, I had bruises on my arms like someone forced themselves on me and held me down so I wouldn’t get up. I was scared, shocked, and I didn’t know what to do or think. I looked around in utter dismay, looking at my phone in my pillowcase. I know I wouldn’t have put it there because it’s always right beside me. I didn’t think this would happen to me.

    After getting my thoughts together and trying to remember what happened, I looked at my phone, and saw a photo of me sleeping, as I thought maybe I could have taken the photo myself like a selfie but I couldn’t have taken it because it was shot from a different angle whereas someone else could have taken and left it on my phone. I remember that morning I asked you about the photo and you completely had a changed face, a face of guilt, you yelled at me telling me I’m crazy to be so accusatory, but in reality, I only asked a question. You shunned me the whole day acting like I didn’t exist, that the situation was nothing, it didn’t matter to you that you took something innocent out of me and scarred me. You did something horrible to me you know that. But you never took responsibility for it. I still remember your reaction, I still feel the bruises and the pain you caused. I even tear up sometimes just thinking about it. I may not remember what happened exactly to me that night but I do know what happened to me wasn’t my fault and I didn’t deserve it.

    Jacqueline Sonia

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    • I am so sorry you went through this. I am not sure if you saw but I started The Unsealed after sharing a somewhat similar story. You are so right you didn’t deserve what happened to you and it’s not your fault. Sending you the biggest hug and some healing vibes. <3 Lauren

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  • Oswald Perez shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 weeks, 1 days ago

    Under April Skies

    Dear Unsealers,

    It’s the first day of April. And that’s no fooling.

    I know, I can hardly believe it either as it felt like the year was just starting five minutes ago.

    But we’ve arrived at the second quarter of this year. And there’s mostly a blank slate right now. That’s the beauty of each day though, the canvas is there for creation to happen in whatever form we choose.

    With that idea in mind, I welcome in the month of April:

    Under the April skies
    A new month begins

    30 days, with a blank slate ahead
    A breather after New Year’s, Valentine’s and Easter have all gone

    A month where rain falls
    The flowers and leaves will surely grow
    Under blissful sunny skies

    So will the creativity
    In the midst of NaPoWriMo
    The poems will come fast and furious

    With a new quarter of the year on tap
    Where will life go from here?

    Under April skies
    I’ll let the days and nights flow
    From there, I’ll know where to go

    Oswald Perez

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    • Oswald Perez, keep embracing the blank slate and let your creativity soar under the April skies. With the rain nurturing growth, immerse yourself in NaPoWriMo and let the poems flow. Trust the journey ahead as you navigate the new quarter of the year and discover where life will take you.

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  • malakkc shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 weeks, 1 days ago

    International Writers Day acrostic

    International Writer’s Day
    Acrostic

    Internet has facilitated global connections
    Never stop the growth of writers
    That rend their hearts as their words flow
    Empowering the weak to
    Remember their worth
    Never succumbing to oppression’s
    Timely propagation that cleaves
    Intimate family members into
    Open enemity, clearly ‘Dividing & Conquering’
    Needlessly aggressive, destructive,
    Avid in mercilessly taking resources and
    Leaving nothing to the Indigenous peoples.

    Write, revel, rebel, roast, rumble the gruesome
    Reality of a world built on Materialism
    Instead of unity of humanity
    That lends compassion and succor that
    Eventually works together against the oppressor
    Ruining the ecology, separating family,
    Solidifying Darwin’s rules of supremacy

    Dealing in strength that overpowers others
    Amid illegal, inhumane practices that have
    Yet to be punished.

    ©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

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    • Powerful words, Malak. Your passion for justice and unity shines through. Keep writing, raising awareness, and fighting against oppression. Together, we can create a world that values compassion, equality, and the preservation of our planet. Never underestimate the impact of your voice and the power of collective action.

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  • Gerald Washington shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 months ago

    Shaky Bridge

    A nightmare became real a few days ago
    Seeing it unfold in Baltimore on Twitter X
    was confirmation of its existence
    Thankfully, you, and I were nowhere near it
    But other humans were in the eye of a storm
    A storm they didn’t see coming
    A storm they never thought would come to pass
    A storm they didn’t think
    would be the final chapter they would see
    In a dark atmosphere
    The almost hero of the night
    did his best to hold himself up
    But the boat’s power that glided in his path
    was too much for him to handle
    His strength quickly dissipated into nothingness
    and finally collapsed into cold and dark waters
    along with the people he tried to save
    It’s a sad situation
    seeing events like this affecting the human nation
    It’s another reminder to appreciate life
    And to live it with all our might.

    Gerald Washington

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    • Gerald, the recent events in Baltimore were a nightmare come true. It was a storm that caught people off guard, leaving devastation in its wake. Though we were fortunate to be far from it, others were not so lucky. The hero of the night fought valiantly, but the forces were too much. Lives were lost, and it serves as a reminder to cherish every…read more

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      • Well said, Kayjah. It really was a nightmare for those who were on the bridge when it happened and the ship that hit the Baltimore Bridge. I went over a bridge here in Texas a few days ago, and all I could think of was how the Francis Scott Key Bridge went down. It’s so sad. It’s been a while. I hope you’re well.

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  • Oswald Perez shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 months ago

    Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day

    Dear Unsealers,

    The 25th of March is Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day. And the month of March is Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month in the United States.

    It hasn’t been easy to say that I have cerebral palsy. As it was so present in the years that I grew up, it almost became the whole story of who I was. But I’ve come around and accepted the fact that CP is a part of my life. Yet, it’s only one part of the larger story that’s still being written to this very day.

    I’m more than the challenges present, and the same goes for everyone in the community in their own ways.

    I’ve written something in honor of the day:

    National Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day

    On the 25th of March
    An underserved community’s turn in the spotlight

    I’ve had my fair share of challenges
    From my eyes, my speech to my feet
    But I’ve risen above all of it
    To be me, a writer and traveler

    CP used to be the entire story
    Defined by all the limitations
    Now it’s just part of the plot
    Of a larger story that’s still being told

    On this day and every day
    A reminder to everyone…

    People with Cerebral Palsy
    Live lives of joy and wonder
    Unbowed by the impossible

    Even if things take more time to do
    After all, we bring our full selves to the forefron

    Oswald Perez

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    • CP used to be the entire story
      Defined by all the limitations
      Now it’s just part of the plot
      Of a larger story that’s still being told

      Oswald this is a beautiful line and piece. CP does not define your whole identity! There is so much more to you! you are wonderful. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our family. <3 Lau…read more

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  • jayybb shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 months, 1 weeks ago

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    Healing

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  • Entrepreneurship: It's like Surfing!

    Have you ever tried surfing before? Or let’s just be honest, attempted to surf before?

    Whether or not you’ve actually squeezed into a skin-tight wetsuit and waxed up your surfboard, if you’re an entrepreneur, then you’re surfing every day!

    The dream of catching that perfect wave is what drives us to do better, work harder, and get up earlier. We’d rather fight for every inch than be given a mile.

    I embarked on the journey of entrepreneurship 10 years after becoming completely blind. At 17 years old, I unexpectedly lost my eyesight. By 27, I didn’t feel much like being put in a mold of what a “blind person” should do. No, I said screw that… I’m launching my very own travel agency!

    Better Days Travel was my pride and joy, my perfect wave for 7 years! Now, that perfect wave took work, a ridiculous amount of work indeed, but I loved every minute of it! Well, sort of.

    Like a surfer just beginning to paddle out into the waves, my journey as a travel agent was one wave after another, constantly crashing, pushing me back towards shore. Just as soon as I’d come up for air out of the thick whitewater caused by the crashing wave, another one would hit.

    Yeah, eventually I’d make it out to the break, catch a sweet wave, but soon that wave would crash, and I’d be right back fighting to catch another.

    But I realized something vitally important about choosing to be an entrepreneur…

    You don’t choose this path because you’re looking for a shortcut. You didn’t choose this path because you had no other option. Hell no! You chose this because this is part of living! It’s not about a paycheck on Friday; it’s about a company built, a brand established, a customer made happy, and the satisfaction at the end of the day that you get to wake up and do it all over again tomorrow!

    I may no longer be a travel agent, but I sure still am an entrepreneur, surfing every single day!

    Kevin

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  • Rebecca Engle shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 1 months, 1 weeks ago

    Phases

    Birds still chirp their fucking hearts out on crap days,
    Like a karaoke star who’s totally lost his way.
    And flowers? They’re gatecrashing funerals with sass,
    Whispering, “Was it our fucking fragrance, perhaps?”

    People scatter when shit really starts to hit the fan,
    Quicker than I say “fuck it” to my diet plan.
    But the ride-or-dies? They stick like fucking glue,
    Like that piece of gum on your shoe, never bidding adieu.

    The moon’s up there, changing her damn mind,
    Like me in front of the fridge, a late-night find.
    So hey, give yourself a break, don’t stress the fucking phase,
    We’re all just bumbling through life’s mad, crazy maze.

    In the cracks and crevices, we find our fucking groove,
    Dodging life’s big-ass feet, we move and we improve.
    Escaping the drizzle, dodging the damn pee,
    We’re the fucking misfits, making it, wild and free.

    So when life feels as tough as a week-old fucking baguette,
    Remember, we’re rocking this shit, no need to fret.
    In this grand ol’ mess, we might seem fucking small,
    But we’re damn well blooming, giving it our fucking all.

    Rebecca Engle

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    • Rebecca , your letter is filled with raw and honest emotion. Life may be chaotic, but remember, you’re resilient. Embrace your uniqueness and keep pushing forward. You’re blooming and giving it your all, no matter how tough things get.

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  • Handouts

    In a town where promises are plenty and the government hands out aid,
    A question echoes softly, under the shade.
    “Why try hard, why aim high, when help is just a call away?
    Why bother with the struggle, if you’re okay day by day?”

    The government says, “We’ll help you, keep you safe and fed,
    You won’t need to worry, we’ve got your back,” they said.
    But this kindness has a shadow, a kind of hidden chain,
    It keeps you in your place, with not much to gain.

    “Why go for the mountain,” some wonder, “when the valley’s just fine?
    Why face the storm, when you can just recline?”
    Because in that easy comfort, there’s a trap so sly,
    It tells you, “Don’t bother,” and time just passes by.

    But some folks aren’t buying, they want to chase their own dream,
    Not just live on handouts, or so it would seem.
    They talk about doing things, making their own way,
    Not just taking what’s given, but having their say.

    They gather in the streets, their voices loud and brave,
    “We want to earn our keep, not just quietly behave.”
    For freedom and the chance to chase what they deem sweet,
    To work hard for their wins, and not just take a seat.

    So why aim for something bigger, why try to break free?
    It’s about making your own path, as far as I can see.
    Not just going with the flow, but steering your own boat,
    And in that hard-earned journey, you’ll have your own note.

    So let’s not be fooled by an easy ride, bought and sold,
    But aim for the horizon, with courage bold.
    The road might be rougher, and the climb can be steep,
    But in that effort, you’ll find a joy so deep.

    Rebecca Engle

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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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  • Moxx shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 months, 1 weeks ago

    The Traveler

    Where have you been?
    My time traveling friend
    You’re here in the present again

    You were stuck in the past
    Confused and aghast
    Back then and forever in when

    You are never here
    Through these months and years
    When is it that you go?

    Sometimes it’s a loss
    But my hope I won’t toss
    From spring blooms to the fallen snow

    But if truth should be told
    And if the story unfolds
    Did you change everything that you could?

    For now it is now
    And I don’t know how
    You’d claim it to be as you would

    Because the trouble with time
    It only can wind
    To a future that is not yet

    However, with you
    To the future you flew
    Because time for you isn’t set

    So lonely you go
    A sad, sorry soul
    And no one can understand you

    We will meet again
    My time traveling friend
    In a world that to me seems so new

    Kristen Moxley

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    • Kristen, you express yourself so well! This is a super powerful piece. I can really feel the emotion! I am going to showcase this piece in our newsletter today <3 Lauren

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    • Kirsten, Your words paint a vivid picture of a time-traveling journey filled with longing and uncertainty. It’s fascinating to imagine the possibilities and the impact of your travels. I hope that in your quest for understanding and change, you find the answers you seek and discover a world that feels new and full of promise. Remember, even in…read more

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      • Thank you Kayjah! I couldn’t agree more, that there is always the potential for connection and understanding. Very eloquently put! I have often wondered what it would be like to either time travel myself, or have a friend who time travels. I can only imagine the adventures I/they would go on!

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