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beyondme submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem a letter about quote or motto that inspires you 8 months, 4 weeks ago
John 40: 29-31 (Part 3)
Subtitle: Love Conquers All 💙🤝🌎
Your Love is — truly “insane”
Hard to explain —Hard to believe —
You would have — such — Amazing GraceIt makes me — choke up — to think about —
How Great — Your love — truly isI just wish — the rest of the world — would be open — to receiving it
So they could also — watch you move
So they can see — we’ve all been — chosen
Not just me — them too
The “righteous” route — is not an easy one
but neither is — thee otherAt least with you — my pain — won’t be in vein
& I know — one day — I will recoverI’m so thankful — for the life — I currently live
Illness & all — as hard — as it may getI’ll take it — over a life — without You — any day
I have truly — began — to believe & to see —
You will always — supply me — with adequate strength & resources — to push forward & succeed
I can’t stop myself — from getting emotional —
thinking about — all that — You Are— & all — that — You’ve Been
You Are —
The Way, The Truth, & The Life 🙌🏼Our Father, life long Partner, & Friend 🫶🏼
If earth— has the capability — to feel — this good — at times
I can only imagine — how eternity — in Heaven
— next to You — could’ve beenAdam & Eve — deprived us of that — from the start —
but I know — Everyday that we choose you —
we’re that much closer — to joining you — at the topAt the top of — “The Staircase”
I was never really sure — how we — would make it —
But you told me — all I had to do — was take
“The Next Step”So here I am Lord — to give You back 🤲🏼
Your Glory & full credit 🙌🏼I could’ve never done it — without Your loving care & detailed instruction
To Our Creator of the universe — The Most High — Jireh
I can’t wait — till the day —
we finally get to see — for our selves —A world — where joy meets — no end
& “Love Conquers All” 💙🤝🌎***Quote to live by***
“Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase” —MLK
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WOW, I love this! Taking the first step may be scary, but when we have those anxious thoughts, we have to remember what we want. If we want to stay in the same place forever and continue to settle for less than what we have dreamed of, we should stay at the bottom. But, if we want to change our lives for the better, we must take that risk! Great…read more
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 9 months, 1 weeks ago
A Prayer For Bradley
Do you think that it’s possible
for someone to be so good,
that God calls them home
before you think He should?We say it all the time,
“God must have needed him.”
but a lot of those times,
they didn’t even believe in Him.There’s no other reason
that you would call Brad home,
and his beautiful fiancé
would be left all alone.Now our whole family
is questioning your plan.
Why, God, why
would you take this young man?You’ve broken the heart
of a father and a mother.
And let’s not even mention
what you did to his little brother.The ripples flow further,
they hit my wife too.
Her mother is his aunt
now SHE is mad at you.Granny holds it together,
sewing like a thread.
Even though she’s strong,
she wishes it were her instead.This is so unfair,
and all a bit unusual.
But what do you expect,
when a wedding becomes a funeral?We see you moving.
Guiding us through.
In all of this darkness,
we’re all seeking you.So God, move in,
wrap your arms around this family.
You say you’ll work this for good,
even though it’s a tragedy.Although we’re all grieving,
one thing is for sure.
It is only by your grace,
that we shall endure.I know Bradley is with you
up there in Heaven.
And I know that he sees
all the love that’s been given.Please give him a hug
from all of us here.
Tell him we miss him,
and we’ll hold him so dear.Thank you for what we still have,
and remind us each day
that this life is a gift,
so live it the Bradley way!~Amen~
RIP Bradley Davis. Forever 23.
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Matthew, your poem is a beautiful tribute to Bradley. He is a stranger to me, but I am certain that he was an amazing man to be so loved by his friends and family. You are so right that when terrible things happen to us, the only way to endure is through God’s grace. Thank you for sharing your poetry.
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This brought tears to my eyes. I lost my older brother Jesse when he was only 38 yrs old, and I have certainly asked myself some of these same questions & I was able to feel all the pain, anger & grief in your poem. RIP & sending hugs & prayers to you and your family. Amazing truthful writing
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Matthew, I am so sorry for your loss. Bradley is looking down on you and your family, hoping to stop the distress that his loss caused your family. He never wanted you all to be so upset. He is happy that you all cared so much about him and wants you to stop being sad and remember the good times you all had together. He loves you all. ♥
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 9 months, 2 weeks ago
I Can't Find My Sunglasses
I don’t know where
my sunglasses are…
Perhaps I left them
in the car?Or maybe they are
beside my bed?
I usually keep them
on top of my head.Did I put them
in a drawer?
I hope I don’t find them
on the floor!When did they
even go missin?
Maybe I left them
in the kitchen?I know I had them
when we crossed the bridge.
Did I put them
in the fridge?!?I’ve looked here,
I’ve looked there.
I cannot find them
anywhere!Well, I guess they’re gone
for the rest of my life…
Nevermind! I found them!
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Matty, this poem is perfection! I love how fun and rhythmic the lines are. It is so funny that we lose things so easily, even when they can sometimes be right in front of us. This reminds me of my own husband, who never fails to misplace his stuff. Thank you for sharing!
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lol I love this piece. It’s so witty and child like in the best way possible. Reminds me of a children’s book I can go back to over and over again. And of course she knew where they were lol 😆
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beyondme submitted a contest entry to
If you could send 1 message you’ve learned to every person in the world, what would it be? 9 months, 2 weeks ago
Black & White
Subtitle: Somebody Loves You Baby 💙 ✨
If I had to pick one thing I’d want the whole world to know — above all else — what would it be ?
That — Somebody loves you baby—
So please believe —That when you look around — you’ll be able to see
That — that somebody — can be found — in many forms, shapes & sizes
That — He Is — not limited — to the only world — you & I both — reside in
Let me put it down for you — in the easiest way — that I know how
He comes in the shape of — a parent, a brother, or a sister
A nephew, a niece, your child, or a stranger
He comes in the shape of — a weeping willow tree
That some how — even with it’s sad — drooped down leaves — can manage to put ur heart at ease — as they sway back and forth in the breezeOr even — when simply — standing still
He comes in the shape of that blue bird
Who reminds you — of ur loved one — who passed away last yearIn the shape of those beautiful — white butterflies — flapping away — at the grave yard
In the shape of that — loyal golden doodle — you tend to feed — way too much
You can find him in the sunflower field — Late September
Or the beautiful sunset & sunrise — Come November
You can see him — in the waves of the ocean — as they roll & roar
As they come to say Hi — before they drift away — once more
I’d want you all to know — that somebody loves you more — than you could ever imagine
But pls — don’t try to fit him in a box — with it’s four corners & think that — that’s it — that’s him
He’s not limited to the highest iq
that can be reached inside our human minds — todayHe knows every atom in our body —
The building blocks — from which were made ofWe — on the other hand — on this side of heaven
Will never fully know — or understand HimHe’s all beautiful things we see
And — all beautiful things — unseenHe’s all the colors of the rainbow —
& all colors yet — to be named — or made upHe’s the beautifulest language — ever spoken
& All good words — we have yet — to add to our vocabHe’s the Beginning & The End
The Alpha & The Omega
The great I AM — Yah – WehHe’s all things Great & all things Good
There’s a lot of things — I’d want the whole world to know —
— but if I had to narrow it down & put it down for you — in simplest form
I’d say— this —
The world is not Black & White
& neither — is HEHe’s the creator of the universe
& he loves both — you — & meBut if I must say — just — ONE — Only one —single thing — it’d be ….
Somebody Loves You Baby 💙✨
— please believe …Voting is closed
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What an inspiring piece. I know that someone out there would immediately cry after hearing this. Everyone is loved, no matter who they are. It can be easy to think you are not. Everyone goes through a time like this. Keep your trust in God and your love will replenish. Love this♥
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 9 months, 2 weeks ago
A Prayer For Bradley
Do you think that it’s possible
for someone to be so good,
that God calls them home
before you think He should?We say it all the time,
“God must have needed him.”
but a lot of those times,
they didn’t even believe in Him.There’s no other reason
that you would call him home,
and his beautiful fiancé
would be left all alone.Now our whole family
is questioning your plan.
Why, God, why
would you take this young man?You’ve broken the heart
of a father and a mother.
And let’s not even mention
what you did to his little brother.The ripples flow further,
they hit my wife too.
Her mother is his aunt
now SHE is mad at you.Granny holds it together,
sewing like a thread.
Even though she’s strong,
she wishes she were dead.This is so unfair,
and all a bit unusual.
But what do you expect,
when a wedding becomes a funeral?RIP Bradley Davis. Forever 23.
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db-cooper submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your life 9 months, 3 weeks ago
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
To the people we love group 9 months, 3 weeks ago
A Poem from My Wife's Perspective
If “Love is patient”
and “Love is kind”,
then why do I feel
like I’m losing my mind?It’s not easy to be patient,
when your family is all around.
It’s also hard to be kind,
Or, at least, that’s what I have found.My mother’s mind wanders,
she never stays on task.
When it comes to what she’s doing,
I always have to ask!“Where are you going now?”
“How long will it take?”
“Do you have to do that right away?”
“You’re going to make us late!”Granny’s got a mouth,
and she runs it every day.
When it comes to me and Mom,
she’s always got something to say!“Go brush your hair,
it looks like a wig!”
“Oh, you’re getting seconds?
Your belly’s getting big!”Snapping back is in my nature,
sometimes I want to fight!
But I love them both so much,
so, on my tongue, I bite.I give myself some time,
to process what I heard.
I remember who I’m talking to,
before I speak a word.Mom might drive me crazy,
but she brought me in this world.
I know I gave her a hard time,
when I was just a girl.Granny doesn’t mean to hurt us,
when her words come out so sharp.
She just doesn’t have a filter,
but she does have a heart.We’re all a little crazy,
we’re each a little nuts.
But at the end of the day,
that’s what makes us “US”!So it may not be easy
to be patient and kind,
but I’ll put in the extra work
for this family of mine.-Caitlin Jablonsky
“I wrote this poem from my wife’s perspective about her relationship with her mother and grandmother.”
-Matty JablonskySubscribe  or  log in to reply
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This is great, and very relatable.
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This is absolutely adorable! I would love to know how my husband would describe my relationship with family members. It shows the depth of the love you have for her that you are able to write a poem that would likely reflect her own thoughts. Thank you for sharing!
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beyondme submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem about a dream (or goal) that came true 10 months, 1 weeks ago
Pitch Black
You ever try to envision your future — and it looks pitch black ?
Ppl ask you who you wanna be or what you wanna do — when you grow up
Your single mother was livin in survival mode just like you — doing the best she can
Too busy to sit you down and ask —
“Baby, what you wanna do when you get older? — We gotta start to plan”Before she knew it — your life began
You’re 17 and graduating and the years flashed right before — her eyesNow her little girl is pregnant & must grow up and time just passed her by
But don’t get sad on me now — momma — just hold on — hang tight
This is just the beginning — This is not the end
Lucky for her — she was never alone, God had her back… & he became my best friend
You see — For many of you in my same situation
I too grew up w/out an earthly father — to help raise me
but as it turns out — I never really needed him — anywayMy heavenly father picked up his slack . . . Im just another witness & reminder of that —
He placed the right ppl in my life
to help guide me down a — virtuous pathI just had to shift my perspective & be open — to accepting his plan
Gods timing is perfect, he’s never late —
he was just waiting for me to take hold of his hand — on the other endI had to keep my focus on someone that was beyond me & my current situation
Had to let go of any self pity and all excuses I had created
I could say lucky for me — but most my life — it felt far from itRegardless — It was never luck or chance
Just a shift in perspective & a blessing in disguise
We all have those — everyday — we just gotta be willing — to open up our eyes
So pls — don’t let yourself be minimizedBy yourself — or your surroundings
or anything else — you may be lacking
He makes something out of nothing —
time and time — again
Live life — like it’s already yours — and in due time — it will come — you will winMy first step in achieving my goals came from finding my greatest weaknesses —
Had to figure out how to turn my weakness into power — so I laid them — right beneath himBut first — let’s take it back to beginning— before I started winning
It was my big bro & my middle school sweetheart
That’s who did it —My big bro held a lot of anger inside — while tryna figure out who he was — and what he believed in
As for my baby — He was born into a different lifestyle than mine — and I wanted nothing more than to — save him
I didn’t want to lose him — in more ways than simply just — our relationshipI had To try to prove to myself and to them
why the man up above
was the one to believe inI’d not been able to overcome and succeed in all that I have — if it wasn’t for God — & his strength in our weakness
I wanted to show them a love — so pure
but first — I had to start — by believingI wanted to show them his love but I knew — it would take lots of time — and patience — for them to see it
I Had to do it in a positive way
not too pushy— or rushed — or forcefully done
Cus the God I knew, taught me — early on — that’s not what real love wasUnfortunately — my current circumstance didn’t yet reflect the God — that I knew & loved
I was only 15 yrs old & hadn’t lived long enough
I didn’t have anything to prove or show for it — just yet
So I had to put my words into action even tho it was hard
I always suffered from anxiety and lacked concentration and because of it — I struggled bad
I was made out — to always feel dumb
but — I was far from that
The worlds a cruel place to live in — and at times
I believed what theyd sung
But Gods words over me and my life were different
and they’ll also speak life unto yours
So I had to live by the words that I preached
so I too could believe the words — that he spoke
it’s been almost 15 yrs since than and I’ve accomplished a lot in my life that I sought out to do
I’m still so far from done but I’m doing what I can —Lord — to make sure — it all points back to you
So here are some of my goals he helped me achieve — (he helped me come true)I knew nothing about kids and babies
Not a clue how some day i would become a mommy
So I went to school for childcare
and became someone I’d never known
I became a infant toddler teacher and got to hold lots of babies and watch them grow
I was able to raise my baby boy — good
even tho a few yrs back I would have never thought or knew …
Remember when I sd i used to see pitch black
—Well things changed real fast when
God said to me — nahhh bby girl — wait —till you see —what I’ve got in store — for younext up— I decided to get certified to become a foster parent
but that’s something I still have to doI decided I wasn’t done just yet tho
so I went back to school to became a nail tech
Too
& still I thought that wasn’t enough so , I said,
how bout a barber tooLife’s been a whole lotta up down rollercoaster wild ride adventures — this is true
But pls don’t get discouraged by my accolades thus far
cause they come and go the same way we do
They will all fade into dust someday but one thing will remain to be true
My biggest goal that i accomplished & the one that matters the most
is — that even — if no one else will believe—
I proved to myself — God is trueVoting is closed
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I love this! Even though things were difficult, your perseverance always shined through and allowed you to become a better version of yourself. You have been through so much and I am glad you have gotten to a place where you are happy. You should be so proud fo yourself. Congratulations ♥
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 10 months, 1 weeks ago
Overdose Death
I know you didn’t mean to,
I know you didn’t try.
It was just a stupid mistake,
You didn’t want to die…
You were doing so good,
We were so proud of you!
But good emotions, sometimes,
They’re overwhelming too.
Maybe I should’ve called,
Or answered that last text.
But I didn’t see this coming!
I didn’t know you were next!
I know it’s kinda late now,
And maybe weird to say…
But I love you so much,
And I’ll miss you every day.
This is so unfair,
No one knows how to feel.
I keep waiting to wake up,
Or hear that this isn’t real!
What do I tell the people,
When they ask me how you’ve been?
I suppose, I’ll tell the truth…
That addiction never ends.
I’ll tell them if they’re hurting,
They call always call on me.
I couldn’t be there for you…
But for them, maybe I could be.
Maybe I can help someone,
Maybe they will learn,
That drugs aren’t “the fun you can’t have”…
They’re the hell you don’t deserve.
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Matty, I am so sorry for your loss. It was never your fault. Don’t feel guilty for what you could have done. Think of all the good times you two had together and the relationship you made with each other! That’s all that really matters. And I love your perspective that now that you have seen it happen once you may be able to prevent it if som…read more
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roses shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Your Eyes Sound Like
A lot of guys get lost in your eyes
But I found myself in those depths that galaxies rest in
Your eyes hug stars and sprinkle glitter for their shimmer when the sun wants to shine
I didn’t know it then but when momma would sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it was a love song
Because I’m one of the dots to your constellation and the others are the children
Our love is so good it should be a sin
God forgive me, I know I’m not supposed to look directly at you
But your daughter has your eyes, and I can’t stop staring
She helps me stay centered with you when I get full of myself
Seeing my reflection in her eyes is one of my favorite things because it’s a moment of Trinity
God eyes saying straighten up son
Your eyes whisper I love you
My eyes catch us with His hands and say I’ll hold your heart
Followed by, I love you too
Our eyes share an embrace that never let’s go in silence
But anyone who sees the way I look at you hears the softness of a love song
They covet the way my eyes hold you like I hold the hand of our child
Their eyes have never seen a sight that sounded so pure
And anyone who sees the way your eyes reply to me, listens to that unforgettable poem on repeat
Then they get lost trying to find your gaze under my sunset
So, the closest thing to feeling that poem, is to hit repeat on this memory
I can’t help but smile when I see your eyes talk about us
p.s. your eyes make the best ASMR…Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Aww, I love this! The beauty that we see in others can seem ethereal at times and it can be such a wonderful thing. The connection you have with this person sounds so deep and meaningful. I am glad you have found a person like this.
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Haven’t found that person yet, I just like to write about moments in time with the theme of relationships 🌹, thank you for reading and sharing your encouraging words ‼️
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You are welcome! Don’t worry, you will find this person! When you do, your life will change for the better ♥
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Facebook
Facebook Facebook,
Here we go again…
“Like if you agree!”
“Share and tag your friends!”It’s all the same stuff,
just on a different day.
“I never make posts like this…”
“So I just wanna say…”No one really cares,
this isn’t even real.
“Click the link below!”
“What a great deal!”Scrolling and scrolling,
the hours fly by.
“Someone liked your post!”
“Someone went live!”But we’re all missing out,
on a little thing called “life”.
A husband stares at his phone,
and ignores his lonely wife.No one raises their kids,
it’s easier it seems…
Children don’t make noise,
when they stare at the screen.I worry what it’s doing,
to our world and our minds.
It’s become a way of life,
or a sign of the times.I feel like a prisoner,
and I know I’m not alone.
We’re all prisoners now,
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I LOVE this. And it really made me think of my finace yelling at me to get off my phone. It really is hurting our relationships and so much more. This is such a creative way to make a poignant point. I will be including this piece in our newsletter today (Friday). Check it out :). Thanks for sharing your talent with us. You are amazing. <3 Lauren
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The truest of words. Technology has its perks but the social decline because of cell phones alone is scary. I absolutely agree!
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Woah. This is eye-opening. Society today is so glued to screens and I completely agree, it is affecting our quality of life! Being someone who is on a screen a lot and is trying to cut back, it can be so difficult to refrain from the use of them. Our brains are wired to want it, like a drug. It is scary and I hope we can find a way to stop this.
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db-cooper submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/her 11 months, 2 weeks ago
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vizo2123 submitted a contest entry to
Write A Poem About Where And When You Feel Most At Peace 1 years ago
Mi Peace
To feel the wind from the trees
& instantly smile
Surrounded by the love of life
My world
Mi Amor
The Butterflies i get to see her face i the sunlight
In the moonlight
Underneath the stars
That shine as bright
As her Smile
My heart has never felt such joy
Such peace to be with someone as beautiful & perfect as she is
She is home
My Other Half
My Darling ,Love Of My Life
With her my problems go away
My past doesn’t hurt so bad
When i am sad i think of her
& i am at peace
I could not imagine my life without her
Her Smile
Her Glow
The love i get just by presence
Her Touch
Her Words
By the way she looks at me
She is my happy joyful place
She not only has my heart
But consumes my soul
In every good way i could possibly think of
To my Peace
I love you with my all, My everything
Thank you for making me feel safe
For you to be my peace
Thank you for being there for meVoting is closed
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I hope to find a love like this at some point in my own life. I love the way you describe how your beloved makes you feel without relying on physical appearances which so many famous poems tend to do. Keep up the good work!
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When I met my fiance, I told my mom it felt like I just put on the softest, warmest, coziest slipper. The way you talk about your love reminds me of what I feel with my fiance. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren
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Thank youuu so much & im happy you feel like that with your fiance!!
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Aww, Vision, I love that you found a love so pure and wonderful. May your love always bring you both peace and happiness. Thank you for sharing with all of us what true love feels like. <3 Lauren
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 years ago
Anniversary
One year of marriage,
and four years together.
It makes me think back,
to when I first met her.
Working at a factory,
on that old paint line.
When she walked in,
I thought “Damn, she is fine!”
I never would have thought,
with just a little bit of time,
that beautiful woman,
would some day be mine!
I got her number,
as soon as I could.
With a girl like that,
I knew that I should.
A few failed attempts,
some moments that we missed.
But how could we have known,
that it would lead to this?
I had no idea,
that I’d love her forever.
I wasn’t even sure,
I’d be able to get her!
Then it finally happened,
She came over to my house!
And so began,
our game of “Cat and Mouse”.
She needed to be comforted,
the world had broken her heart.
And for whatever reason,
I was her place to start.
We were both finally single,
and, now, connected at the hip.
And we were both available,
to start a good relationship.
She liked my calming nature,
the way I eased her mind.
I liked her hippie style,
and, to me, she was kind.
I never thought I’d be here,
this place I am today.
A happily married husband,
who got married last May.
It all seems so surreal,
but in no way fake.
My heart is finally stable,
and I know it won’t break.
So today we celebrate us!
Just me and my girl.
But it’s so much more than that.
Because that’s my whole world.
-Matty JablonskySubscribe  or  log in to reply
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Greetings, your poem is very heartfelt and relatable. It captures the journey of a relationship from its humble beginnings to a meaningful, committed partnership. The use of rhyme adds a musical quality and it’s an earnest tribute to your partner.
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This is a beautiful poem that shows your beautiful heart. Not sure if you saw but I put it on our newsletter today. Happy Anniversary!!! <3 Lauren
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roses submitted a contest entry to
Write A Poem About Where And When You Feel Most At Peace 1 years ago
My Wrist Watch Hands Point to Peace
I invented a new season for life because I got tired of the winter spring summer fall pattern
My paisley doesn’t like to conform to the depression of polka dots only on the pocket square and not the entire outfit
Where’s the art in the plain white t?
I see the aesthetic, but I want the screaming art to argue with my calm voice
It’s the beauty in the pain that you can’t see until the scars have enough time to grow wings
I used to feel most at peace listening to music on my bed as a haunting sleep would close my eyes
I used to feel most at peace under the dim lights of cinema pumping hope into my veins where I had blood run free
I used to feel most at peace on the solidarity of solo ventures between the court and I
It would hum deathly echoes like lullaby’s to my heart
This trinity became my medical addiction as pride got in the way of God
Then over the years my coffee finally became cold, and I missed the warmth of summer
I could smell my own toxicity deeply rooted and swallowing my faith
So, I questioned myself through the tears, I marked the points of pain with my pen, and dug up the weeds I planted and reaped
This time I will sow truth within the uncomfortable moments
Because in this season until forever I’m most at peace on the grounds of the earthquake
Knowing that I can’t move forward unless I shake things up
Staying in a comfortable pattern only leads to a broken record repeating the line you hate to hear
You are meant to break records
p.s. peace is born in the growth of pain…Voting is closed
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You are absolutely right! We look for peace in the calm parts of life, but really peace is everywhere, especially in growth. I love the creativity in your words for example when you said, “I invented a new season for life” or “I could smell my own toxicity deeply rooted.” Your mind is clearly incredibly creative and I am so glad I had the honor of…read more
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Thank you for your kind words, I’m so thankful you enjoyed this piece. I hope you find yourself being more uncomfortable like the poem in order to grow!
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“Staying in a comfortable pattern only leads to a broken record repeating the line you hate to hear“ can we share this to the world! The stagnant waters where people’s remains remain.
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Yes, totally more self-reflection and challenging ourselves in order to see a better world from the better version of us, is where it starts. Thank you for sharing your time with this piece
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roses submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 1 years ago
Your Age Shouldn't Worry
I’m currently 13 and the only thing that makes sense is sadness
So, to cope I like to hear melodies caress my ears because I’m too damaged to hug myself
Then I’ll let my pen tell stories of love and horror for the simple fact that I’m afraid to love myself away from depression
I get the impression that an early death is the only way to escape to peace
But I’m afraid so for the time being I’ll clean my room since I can’t find the energy to organize my life
I just found an extra cassette tape in my music collection next to the pile of CD’s and Records
Complementing the art hanging on the wall adjacent to my mood
I think to myself: curiosity let’s have a conversation where you tell me all the secrets Victoria victories made me hate
The tape starts with no words
The opening scene let’s nature sing before the score interrupts
Then some old guy starts speaking about life like he knows me, I’m in no mood for a lecture but I have time today
After all I was just thinking about ending it all, how could this hurt more
He says: There’s a wealth beyond financial peace within the things we blink past every 24 hours
Try not to take for granted the natural order of life around you
I know the stress will have you crying rivers on the inside that you never let water your cheeks
But you need to face your fears, or the dam will explode
You need to Yoga flex your way through the challenges less flexibility become a weakness
Not your strength; muscles are for show, but the morality of your core can lift you past anything if you water your flowers of dread
“Be like water my friend,” and if I’m being bru-tal-ly honest you lie to yourself too much
Fright has kept you in third place longer than you should have been
Unable to reach the heights you are meant for
Remember the natural order of things, but know a long list keeps your further from progress than small steps of truth
You’re 34 now and just entering your prime
The next decade will be the soundtrack to the whole of your life
The season from the age of 13-32 was just a small slice
My teenage brain begins to become bored and 34 is forever away
And right before I was about to stop the tape he said something that made me think, maybe he knows a little something:
“You are the most coveted rose”… you see I love the floral print of life
And this statement was the first time outside of my parents that I felt worthy
He then went on to say
You’re beautiful in full bloom but still walk like a sunflower with its head down
It’s ok to be a lazy daisy sometimes but remember the sun never stops smiling and the moon never stops dreaming
So, neither should you
Your tulip words are meant to be heard by the world
And one day they will, as sure as a daffodil
Will blow it’s horn of victory past everything that has held you back
Just keep fighting and I promise you will win
p.s. don’t be afraid to cry…Voting is closed
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The way you write from the perspectives of then and now shows how far you have come and how much you have grown. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you for sharing this space of growth with me!
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Yea and another thing, I like how you talk about your strength and flexibility, because those are two of the cornerstones of wellness! So many layers!
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Very much so, and I had to learn to accept my brokenness to become well again…such is the journey of mental health, THANK YOU AGAIN!
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“You’re beautiful in full bloom but still walk like a sunflower with its head down
It’s ok to be a lazy daisy sometimes but remember the sun never stops smiling and the moon never stops dreaming
So, neither should you.” This is a beautiful sentiment. I am so sorry you hurt so much as a child, and I want to give you the biggest hug. You are a ros…read moreWrite me back Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Thank you Lauren, it was all apart of the journey to now…and I’m ready to spread my wings !
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“I know the stress will have you crying rivers on the inside that you never let water your cheeks
But you need to face your fears, or the dam will explode“
Wow!!! Have you written a book? You really should and let me know so I can buy!!! I finish mine 2023 and currently waiting for a miracle with the person I asked to write my foreword 😀Write me back Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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I just released an eBOOK entitled Random Thoughts (which encompasses all of my favorite topics of poetry I like to address, along with a few that don’t come up as much). If you’re interested, I can send you the link…once again thank you for sharing this moment with myself and poetry!
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Yes, share the link, please! Thank you!
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Claps for the author, get those books out to the world!
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roses shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 years, 1 months 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
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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, this is beyond amazing. I’m in love with your poetry. Wow. Whatever you do, don’t stop writing…
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Lorinda, thank you this means so much!!!
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Thank you, Lauren, it has been a journey but I am finally in a space where self-love is more common =]
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roses shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 years, 1 months 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
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roses shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 years, 1 months 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
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db-cooper submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 1 years, 1 months ago
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