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Gus shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 1 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 1 weeks agoRemnants
Michael L George jrIt’s almost as if
My surroundings shift and change.
Especially when I
Apply, a specific amount
Of pressure.
The ones I tried to integrate
Seemed to drift away.
A friendship is what remains.. -
katoblue shared a letter in the
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roses shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 1 weeks agoINFJ
RosesThe rarest personality trait in the U.S. making up 1-3% of the population
Although very cool, it gets hard to find those who you can truly relate to or be open with
The quote says, “with great power comes great responsibility,” so off days must bloom even when I feel off
Quickly collecting myself like “where is my super suit?”
I have incredible things to do
My superpower sports a cape of compassion like a brand-new bowtie
But they can’t see me when I graze the clouds
Because their mirror gets ignored for parts, they wish to see for themselves in everyone else
Judgement then gets passed at a surface level, but my mind is only comfortable in the sky
My secret identity is me, myself, and I
But they never see passion behind the why
I’m a pretty good judge of character after about three goodbyes
I can dissect the parts of your heart that need surgery, the parts that make you cry
I can feel the shift in your breathing from across the room
I can tell your mood based on the way you’re walking or talking
I can stop the bleeding with my words of wisdom
Words that have traveled around the world and seen multiple lives
Lives that have ended early, lives that couldn’t find purpose, lives that found love and happiness, lives that weren’t treated fairly, lives that only saw hell or some lucky few only heaven knew
All these residences a hundred lifetimes could never see
My intuition breathes on the daily
It’s exhausting but I’ll never get tired of helping others
I’m an empath so my path encompasses the needs of others, I’m still learning to acknowledge my own
I’m observant on a microscopic level so it feels as if I can predict the future when I just notice the behavior patterns most glance over
The keys are in the details, but no one reads between the lines, people only want the cliff notes
Well, pull out your pen, I’m going to bring success to you
1. Love others more than yourself and true love will be attracted to you, you won’t have to keep searching for it only to find pain
2. Gratitude is the only peace that last longer than self-care or a vacation, stop stressing over the things you can’t control
3. Fear and Comparison are cousins that shouldn’t be in your family tree, they are poisoning your roots; so, have a conversation with the two and watch how relatable the confidence you thought you never knew begins to bloom
p.s. my superpower is learning to be a better version of me…-
I truly love the several metaphors in this piece. One of them being “. Gratitude is the only peace that last longer than self-care or a vacation, stop stressing over the things you can’t control” I have to remind myself daily to not stress over things that I can not control and I honestly find my outcome of my situation turning out to be better t…read more
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Yes, thank you for sharing your time in this moment of poetry with me. Keep striving for great things and a greater mindset will senselessly become the norm. And one day you’ll notice the growth and appreciate the hard times. The hurdles are only high when you need to jump, the fall is only scary when you don’t practice how to fail, and winning…read more
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This is amazing. I felt so connected while reading.” I’m a pretty good judge of character after about three goodbyes
I can dissect the parts of your heart that need surgery, the parts that make you cry” 🌹🔥-
Thank you, don’t cry 🥹 then I will lol
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Nope! I really enjoy all your writings 😊🌹 no tears! (Yet) lol
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Isabella Serra shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 1 weeks agoThe Cave
When one turns their back on the suffering of the world,
they are no longer sorry
Sunrays break in the crevices of the dark hole in which grief has buried themDarkness is an old friend of theirs and they find comfort in not having to use their eyes
Just like the swollen blisters of the heart which keeps one in comfortable sorrowThe erasure of shame and the dirty work of healing is a prayer
They pray for discomfort
They pray to feel a cold sweat trembling down their spine
And to have feelings againThe cave keeps one safe
When one tells themself that they belong in this cave,
they cannot be perceived by the world’s creaturesThey cannot be scratched or bitten
At least if they are the one to hurt themselves, control still lies within hand
And when one labels themselves as a victim, it allows them to pursue life unseen and perfectly irresponsibleBut there is a light at the end of the tunnel
And they realize that they were never a victim of the world’s suffering
They crawl
They beg
They pray for discomfort
To see the world hanging upside down as the bats fidget and swoop
out of the darkness into the lightThis cave no longer serves them
Their sorrows will kill them
Their soul longs for a greater meaning than the dark,
damp walls that this crumbling home has providedCreeping on their hands and knees, they bring the light closer
The moistened air becomes cold and the light becomes blinding
Their tears are sparks of what overstimulating joy could beComing out of their cave dragging their feet behind them
They see the world for the first time and the great expanse before them
The illusion that the cave was the only part of this universe flees away in dismayHow could they have stayed in the darkness for so long?
The world is too big for their eyes and their heart
It’s cold and dangerous with people who speak a different tongue
But passion burns through each and every single one of their souls
The cave dweller makes a decision
This discomfort will save them
Transitions the coldness of their heart to the goosebumps of their skin
With the blinding sun rays that caress their cold little body,
they are alive and perfectly stunned-
Wow. I completely resonate with this poem due to me sulking in my own cave for long periods of time. I love the imagery you connect with nature. Mother Nature always gives insight when needed and shows us the light even through or after a detrimental storm. Grief is a difficult journey and I thank you for your inspiration. I find myself…read more
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Isabella Serra shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 7 months, 1 weeks agosince you disappeared, you've been everywhere
Isabella SerraWhen a human dies, the world stands still for a quiet moment and no one on earth can breathe. Then each individual except for you takes their next inhale and I realize that the world was never still at all.
People say that they would die for you, but do people ever say that they would live for you?
I would live for you; I will live the life that you never got to experience fully and I will take you with me.The sorts of things that people live for; I will chase exhilaration as a hungry ghost praying for its bones and flesh.
I will collect my insides begging to love them. I will watch fireflies and wonder what they mean.I will curse the day that you had to leave this blip of mine.
I will dance until I cry, then I will cry until I laugh. I will throw myself into the depths of an ice bath just to miss the heat.I will find joy in the little things because it’s what you would have wanted. And I will stop smoking cigarettes out of spite. I will celebrate the person that you were and the people that you healed and forgive you for letting yourself be so out of reach.
Since you disappeared, I’ve seen you everywhere! At the sight of tea, the sound of a sad guitar, in the eyes of those who loved you.
Those who knew the gift of knowing you and wanted you so badly to stay.When a human dies, the soul searches the universe for a body to be held; what I would do to feel your warm tears wet my goose-bumped shoulder and squeeze your hand saying that we’re not that different from each other instead of this.
When a human dies, their friends and blood carry their body across the fields of a lonesome cemetery and place flowers to keep them company.
And for some people the world keeps spinning. But for some of us, the world is just as still. -
Brandi Cannon shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 1 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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sacred-chapeter shared a letter in the
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 1 weeks agoWrong Side of The Bed
Matthew L JablonskyThis morning I woke up,
on the wrong side of the bed.
I found myself where
my wife lays here head.The pillow smelled like her,
and her shampoo.
The blankets were still warm,
so what did I do?I cuddled in,
as tight as I could.
I thought about her,
and it felt so good.This is the place,
where she finds her rest.
Right beside me,
with her head on my chest.At the end of her day,
when her worries are done.
She lays right here,
like the setting of the sun.This pillow is guilty,
of messing up her hair.
It’s her place to hide,
when I come to “wake the bear”.These blankets keep her warm,
through the winters bite.
They shelter her from bad dreams,
that haunt her in the night.I dont know it was,
but I don’t feel the same,
Someone somewhere,
Gave waking up on the wrong side of the bed a bad name. -
michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 1 weeks agoKnow your worth
Michael L George jrJust because you have
A few scars, does not
Make you worth less.
Just consider it, experience,
It shows you ain’t new to this.
Know your worth!
Because “some “, like to make
You feel worthless.
You are worthy of anything
Your value can only increase.
With time invested,
Definitely makes it worth it. -
Atarrius Jacobs, aka, AJ Devon shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 1 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Barbara Lorello shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 7 months, 1 weeks agoDear Queen Elizabeth
Love, BarbDear Queen Elizabeth:
I miss you dearly. The day you died it was as if my grandmother died all over again.
I’ve always had a morbid obsession with the royal family. I’ve read all the books about your family from Diana, by Andrew Morton, to A Royal Duty, by Paul Burrell, to Spare by your grandson, Prince Harry and many more. All of them were fascinating, although not always true.
Throughout my life I have grown up with you. I was born in 1962 so by the time we met you were already Queen of England. As I grew, so did you. I was a shy little girl with many insecurities. To me, you were a vision of beauty, grace and commitment. I would learn later that you probably had the same insecurities as I did.
My grandmother was the matriarch of our family, although we were far from royalty. She had the same stature; petite, always wore a dress, never pants. Wore modest heels and always carried a handbag. As a small child I remember her always having hard candy in her bag, a way to keep me quiet during Sunday church services. She even had the same hairstyle. All during my childhood she and I were close. She was my everything and my example of what it was to be a strong beautiful woman, head of the family, and full of love, just like you.
I guess what happened when Nani got Alzheimer’s is when there was a switch. The last time I saw my grandmother was in 1988. I’d lived in Florida, had a baby, and came home to visit. When I visited her, she didn’t remember me. See, I’d been away for a while. Alzheimer’s disease does that to a person. I left that day carrying my six-month-old baby boy, tears streaming down my face, vowing to never see her again. I wanted to remember as she’d been all my life. I couldn’t watch her wither away. For the next eight years my grandmother hung on to her life.
They say that God works in mysterious ways. What I am about to tell you, Elizabeth, is proof of that. During the years after I saw her last, I would pray for Nani every day. My Aunt, her caretaker, and my father would keep my abreast of her condition, which was slowly deteriorating. In the Autumn of 1996, she was declining quickly and by mid-November that year, we knew the end was near.
I continued to pray that God would take her home so she could be with the love of her life, my Papa Sam. I knew He was listening, but she was hanging on. Then, on December 19, 1996, I got a call from my father telling me that my grandmother had passed away. I took a deep sigh and cried. They were tears of relief that her battle was finally over. You see God gave me the greatest gift that day, he took my beloved Nani home, on my birthday. It was one of the greatest gifts he ever gave me.
I watched you grow old, lose family members, and your beloved Philip. You took each setback with dignity and grace. Unlike my grandmother, you had all your facilities till the end of your life. You didn’t have to suffer, you went quickly. I believe God knew your work here was done, and it was time for you to go home.
Thank you, Elizabeth, for doing God’s work, staying true to your faith and loyal to your family. I’ll continue to miss you.
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 1 weeks ago{YUTORI} Japanese
Michael L George jrIncredibly beautiful experience
To be still,
Watching the wind
Dance in the leaves.
Watching it move the trees.
Watching it move and shape
The clouds. Just intaking the moment,
Breathing in & out.
Gone with the wind,
Watching & inhaling natural beauty. -
Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 2 weeks agoWhen the Trees Lose Their Leaves
Matthew L JablonskyWhen the trees lose their leaves,
their vail falls away.
They stand before us, naked,
and the skies all turn gray.Trees don’t go out looking,
for something to fill the space.
They wait through the winter,
wrapped in its cold embrace.They don’t waste time worrying,
wishing that they were warm.
They know it’s just a season,
and soon new growth will form.I’m sure they miss the foliage,
they had the year before.
But when God takes something away,
He always gives back more!So when you face a loss,
that brings you to your knees,
know that it’s just a season.
Like when the trees lose their leaves. -
sacred-chapeter shared a letter in the
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Atarrius Jacobs, aka, AJ Devon shared a letter in the
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 2 weeks agoProspects
Michael L George jrTime for a new prospect
Have my eyes on a couple.
Might Burts a few bubbles, just
To see if it is worth the trouble,
Taking a chance.
Making some plans,
With some Subtle demands
But….
Only time will tell if it’s prosperous.-
I am a big believer in trying as many things as possible. You never know what sticks. I saw this story about the musician Benson Boone, who sings this song I like called, “Beautiful Things.” At 17, he randomly filled in for a friend at a talent show and realized, to his own surprise, he could really sing. He didn’t know. He never really tried…read more
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Thank you for appreciating
My art. I do believe in continued
Tries without experiencing
Trying new there is only imagination that’s bad either.
That’s where all the ideas
Come from is imagination.
But yes you’ll never know unless you try.
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Penny Powell shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 2 weeks agoRhythm
Penny A. PowellWhat’s your rhythm?
Today, I awoke thinking about mine
My rhythm, designed by The DivineThat said:
It’s a rhythm of love
Created by The One AboveIt’s a rhythm of joy
Authentic, not a ployIt’s a rhythm of peace
May it never ceaseIt’s a rhythm of patience
Open to innovationIt’s a rhythm of kindness
Graced by divinenessIt’s a rhythm of goodness
Painted on a canvasIt’s a rhythm of faithfulness
And large doses of gratefulnessIt’s a rhythm of gentleness
Created not to dismantle thisIt’s a rhythm of self-control
Gentle but boldIt’s a rhythm of the Fruit of The Spirit
With me? Let’s hear it…It’s a rhythm that’s introspective and fun
Moving to the soulful beat of the drumIt’s a rhythm of flow
What’s your tempo?-
I love your rhythm, Penny! This is so inspiring and poetic, especially for someone who likes dancing :). Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed. <3 Laiuren
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🪘A rhythmic thank-you, Lauren!😊 I appreciate you reading “Rhythm” and taking the time to share your inspiring comment. It’s so wonderful to see you engaging with the members. Love it! It’s a pleasure to be a part of the rhythm of The Unsealed. Thanks again! Hugs & Continued Blessings…🤗💝
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Kenia Polanco shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 2 weeks agoThe Fog
Kenia xoxoThe Fog
The sky was wet
No drops
You could still smell the fall of it all on the blades of green
I can still hear its naked skin running across the forest
The crackling of the branches sounded like his jaw clicking
I’d open my mouth, trying to mimic his steps
The fear convinced me of what was getting closer
The vicious fog man
Grandiosity in his carnivorous form
Go home. -
Atarrius Jacobs, aka, AJ Devon shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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