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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 5 days, 6 hours agoHer Ex
Matthew L JablonskyI know I’m supposed to hate you,
and by all rights, I should.
You’re the man who loved her before me,
and you didn’t treat her good.She came to me so broken,
her trust was crushed to pieces.
I worked so hard to mend it,
Bringing her flowers and Reese’s.You never liked her laugh,
So she buried it like a coffin.
I love her wonderful cackle,
and I make her do it often.She told me about the fights,
all the yelling and the hurt.
The only time we raise our voice,
Is when we’re singing in church.You never liked her family,
and her family never liked you.
But when I walk in the door,
They all cheer “MATTHEW!”I’m glad you didn’t treat her right,
You taught her a valuable lesson.
And made me work for her love,
With a pure-heart intention.I’d like to say that losing her,
Was the biggest mistake of your life.
But you did all the right things,
to send me my wife.So I guess I can’t really hate you,
I don’t have a reason.
In a weird way, I love you, man…
and thank you for leavin!“Her Ex”
-Matty Jablonsky
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hangon submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem about your goals for 2025 1 weeks, 3 days agoGoals For 2025
Hannah G.What are my goals for 2025?
To dig my toes into the sandswept shores of the Pacific Ocean
To feel gentle waves breaking and the cool water against my sun-tanned skin
To see sunsets with colors that can only be matched in Heaven.
To sip Cabernet in a Californian vineyard while a sommelier teaches me and my sisters about the wine we are drinking and how it was made.
To see the Golden Gate Bridge in all it’s grandeur
To explore underground caves taking in the beauty of stalactites and stalagmites
To watch seals as they lazily sunbathe as the waves crash around them
To take in the sights, sounds, colors, and culture of California.
To be carefree and in the present moment with the ones I love.
To snuggle up so close to them that I can hear each beat of their heart
To soak in every moment
To travel
To achieve these results will take sacrifice
It will require saying some “no’s,” so I can ultimately say “yes” to time with my family
Will take a re-evaluating of my spending habits
Will require learning to distinguish a “want” from a “need”
Will teach me different ways to save.
This year my goal is to be financially responsible so that I can spend the thing that is most precious
Time with my family and those I love.
Voting is closed
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 weeks, 4 days agoChristmas Come-Down
Matthew L JablonskyThe tree is still lit,
the walls are adorned.
We celebrated the day,
our savior was born.The gifts are all opened,
The presents are done.
The family dinner,
is now left-overs for one.Everyone got home,
safe and sound.
There’s still a few shreds,
of wrapping on the ground.The house is so still,
everything is quiet.
I can hear my heart break,
amid all the silence.I already miss it,
having my family all there.
The sound of their laughter,
filling the air.But life must go on,
the world keeps on spinnin’!
I wish it would stop,
or slow down for a minute.Going back to work,
feels somewhat surreal.
Coworkers are great,
but family is real.One thing I’ve learned,
as I’ve gotten older;
The worst part of Christmas,
Is when it is over.
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Thank you Matthew for this wonderful heartwarming poem. It is sad when the holidays are over and we return to our normal lives until the next holiday. It is heart filling hearing family laughter and watching everyone enjoy their meals and gifts.
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As always, I love your poetry. And I love the sentiment in this piece. I featured it in our newsletter today. <3 Lauren
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James/Maintain4life shared a letter in the
Surviving Addiction group 1 months agoThe Dark Night Of The Soul
James MorschingDear Unsealers,
The dark night of the soul
Goes through these episodes
With little understanding
Substances taking control so I feel abandoned
Digging my hole the size of a canyon
Deeper I go as phantoms pick me off at random
It costs to be the boss
But there’s never love there
So there’s never love lost
My frame holds misery, insanity
And sick individuals
Trying to force on me their calamity
Nothing makes sense
My soul is heavy from the time spent
I’m stuck on a fence
Now it’s like I have two faces
Call me Mr. Harvey Dent
There’s the Dark night
I feel fatigued, my back hurts, joints tight
Dirty, too weak to fight
Is a hot meal really on my mind
When I’d rather have one more drink
Or get high one more time
I avoid people who used to see me clean
I’m a hot mess with little self-esteem
I have a story meant to be told
What’s down this path, taking roads
That led to a dark night of the soul
I’m hearing whispers in my earlobe
Negativity is taking it to an all-time low
The bottom of the bottle, the rez in a pipe,
The pills that I swallow, injections without light
Yes, bleach will wash away your dreams
It’s caffeine, plant fertilizer, toothpaste,
fentanyl, and xylazine
Courses through your bloodstream
That is just to name a few
In heroin, they found these chemicals
And this is how your dealer makes bank
It’s lidocaine, mannitol, and horse tranq
You can add to the list
In this profession ignorance is bliss
We go broke while they get rich
We lose families and they take vacations
And go on trips
So I don’t know what you have been told
Or what you know
But be prepared
For the dark night of the soul
Hitting the bottom is where I grow
It’s just a wake-up call
Because I was never meant to feel this small
So I keep walking tall
I dont have to get in the ring again
And fight a disease that I can’t brawl
There are no wins at all
Surrendering is what I need
And in return serenity
The opposite of addiction is connections
So lean on me
If you’re going in the right direction
Let’s be free
And learn something finally
Sobriety is the key
So in the dark times
The sun will shine
To reveal my real personality
was never left behind
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Thank you James for continuing to shine your light! As for me it so easy to go back to my old ways when I feel under stress. I’m grasping that sobriety helps you face your reality and learning to take holistic actions to heal the wounds. Thank you so much for your insight and reminder!
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Always grateful for your feedback and inspiration. This is my topic of choice and I believe it can affect every single area of life. There are a lot of addictions in life not related to alcohol and substances. But we get the worst of the stigma it feels like at times. The blessing of it we are people that help others in return. Your welcome
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maintain4life submitted a contest entry to
Write a thank-you letter or poem to yourself 1 months, 2 weeks ago🙌🏽🙏🏽Faith🙏🏽🙌🏽
James MorschingDear Unsealers,
We were born under the sign Gemini
That can be seen in the sky
We are made up of this energy
And atoms never die
A little skinny guy
Always wondering outside
But we never gave up learning
What it means to be alive
What were we taught to believe
At first, you don’t succeed
Try, try again
But it wasn’t that easy
When you’re treated like your diversity
Is of two different species
The world is needy
But where’s the love
When you’re dodging the greediest of robbers
That want your face in the mud
Pushed and shoved
But Daddy planted a seed
That came from a dove
That was the nub
To see our real rival
Dad gave us a book
With stories from the Bible
Fight or flight is built for our survival
But love thy neighbor
Because God’s love is greater
So I’m grateful for Our Lord and Savior
So thank you, James
Holder of the heel and calling on his name
Saved me from danger
Our life was forever changed
Through the trials and tribulations
We recover and maintain
With any personal relationship
It had its ups and downs
I praised, hated, joked, doubted, conversated,
Ignored, questioned, believed in, and played around
I know you remember the gold cross
We found that day we prayed aloud
Sitting right there in a patch of dirt
Like it fell from a cloud
So never be alarmed
When the prodigal son returns
The father receives you with open arms
Feeling God’s presence sat morning
Alone while eating lucky charms
Your faith was always strong
In The Lord Of Host of all the angels
Singing praise and song
We can call on you for protection
And good orderly direction
We believe in your resurrection
Your guidance and correction
So to thy will be true
We couldn’t get this far without you
Being born again and rising from the tomb
Having believed in the Son of Man
Who saved us from certain doomVoting starts February 6, 2025 12:00am
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James/Maintain4life shared a letter in the
Surviving Addiction group 1 months, 3 weeks agoWeather the storm.
James MorschingDear Unsealers,
Weather the storm
Things will get much better
And if it gets too warm outside
Take off that damned hot sweater
I took a lot of L’s
Lost touch with heaven
Inching towards hell
Got high so much I fell
And it aint hard to tell
Lied so much for money
But my momma knows me well
Hurt the ones I loved so much
And still, I think my shit doesn’t smell
So let me share a story
Without no pain no glory
I didn’t horde the best things in life
Insanity came before me
I’m the victim
And Your the problem is the answer
And that’s how my addiction
Slowly eats at me like cancer
So around we go like a merry-go-round
And take it how it sounds
If this was my first real fight
I was knocked out in the first round
The rain steadily poured down
Wasn’t ready for It the Clown
Bit by bit I was put in the ground
But one more drug will make it better
And lift my spirits high
Now I act like nothing happened
And this is how I get by
A Gemini
Looking at his other half die
So dig deep down inside
Watching you just makes me wanna cry
Remember when you were a baby
There was that twinkle in your eyes
Remember God
Because he never left your side
Remember he will forever
And always will provide
Seek and you shall find
Now you see addictions left you blind
Recovery is where I put you
To receive this lifeline
Everyone there is just like you
Late but always on time
Weather the storm and everythings fine
Weather the storm
Things will get much better
And if it gets too warm outside
Take off that damned hot sweater
Breath again insanity brought us together
A fellowship is a bond
That can never be severed
Or rather broken
Share your voice
Be truly outspoken
Choose to defeat your demons
Sending them sailing out in the ocean
Never to return
This long-term addiction
I want it put in an urn
I am an undertaker holding it firm
Thankful for the twelve steps
And ready to learn
But cautious with every turn
With my eyes on the prize
Talking about how drugs were beating me up
From the inside
Felt like a pile of dirt
Quickly turning into a mudslide
So I don’t half-step
I am in it at full stride
And Wake up to a meeting
Early at sunrise
Weather the storm
To open those weary eyes
So things can get much better
And if it gets too warm outside
Take off that damned hot sweater.
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James you are so brave and courageous sharing your story through spoken word. You are bringing enlightenment to those who continue to suffer through this battle. Thank you so much for continuing to share your story and talk about how you overcame your battle and are winning! Continue shining because you are heard!!
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Keep shining as well. One day at a time.
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James/Maintain4life shared a letter in the
Surviving Addiction group 2 months agoRun In with [the Gator ]
James MorschingDear Unsealers,
A life lost, a lost love
At what cost
Over a drug lust
Because one was too many
And a thousand was never enough
I’m crying
If I’m not working on living
I’m working on dying
Even a doctor can concur
A drug cycle is a revolving door
Try and escape it
And around that corner
Someone wants to offer more
With the little that they got
Knowing you got all the money
So you supply another drug in the pot
So everyone in my eyes
becomes as bad as a crooked cop
No honor among thieves
And no roads that say STOP
The Gator said this world is cold
That day we were walking down the block
And it’s sad to say
There could be needles where kids
Run and play
How is there any future
When things don’t seem to change
How many times do we have to keep coming back
Until it finally sticks to your brain
Before 911 is called to pick up your remains
There is no making sense
Out of what is insane
So if you’re the weak link
Join the Gang
Tweaking carpet surfing
With a shit stain
Class rigs, needle pricks, tricks, and nips
Complete the chain, a cause that affects the brain
No longer your own boss
Your owned and drowning in shame
Lost and looking for someone to blame
Seeing myself In the mirror
I don’t look the same
What’s even scarier
When will I ever change
Suffer for life
Or dive in the flames
Or hold on to what’s left
And try to maintain
As long as there is a breath
There is a chance to stay sane
Beat your addiction till nothing remains
Take my experience, strength, and hope
And use it for gain.
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James, thank you so much for your vulnerability to share your battle. Your word is a light amongst others who are still putting up a strong fight themselves. I am so thankful that you are here sharing your truth and not fearing what others may feel or think. Keep shining your light on your truth we need your strong and encouraging words!!
-Cierra
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Thank you, Cierra, I know that coming from where we come from gives us a purpose in life. And it feels good to be blessed enough to make connections here. I’m not going to stop sharing what God intended for me to do.
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I love it, this is amazingly written! You are not scared of voicing your story and because of that, it makes it beautiful!
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Andrew, all of you guys are amazing and I feel more motivated because of the positive feedback. I’m a school dropout out and this is teaching me. I want to get better with punctuation
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 2 months agoBroken New Years
Matthew L JablonskyThe year is almost over,
And another will soon start.
This year, however,
I’ll begin with a broken heart.I’m missing my loved ones,
My friends who’ve recently passed.
I miss their sweet voices,
Their smiles and their laughs.It was supposed to be a Merry Christmas!
Another photo in the album!
Then suddenly that changed,
to the first Christmas without ’em…I screamed up at God,
“CAN YOU JUST TELL ME WHY?”
“ARE YOU EVEN UP THERE?!”
“AM I JUST YELLING AT THE SKY?!?!”I fell to my knees,
and started punching at the ground.
When suddenly I realized…
My loved one’s are all around…They’re right here with me,
Feeling all this pain.
Does that mean they feel the sunshine?
Does it mean they feel the rain?Maybe they’re not as gone,
As the world seems to say.
Maybe they’re right beside me…
Every night and every day!If they’re here with me,
Guiding my every move…
Then I know that I can make it!
Because there’s nothing they can’t do!This poem is dedicated in loving memory to my friends Alex Wisniewski, Joe Ewer, and Tammy Pouliot, but it goes out to anyone who has lost a loved one.
You are not alone. ❤️❤️❤️
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Wow, this poem almost brought me to tears. Your words are very heartfelt and gave me insight that I am not alone on this grieving journey. At times, I scream and feel alone. But I am learning that there are other people who understand the grieving process and that it is not easy. Thank you for your kind words and confidence in sharing your…read more
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Hey Matt, I watched my father slowly pass from lung cancer. And my mom is only getting older. Three cousins passed,2 were younger than me and passed due to drug addiction. And a bunch of guys I grew up around do to gun violence. But one thing I learned in recovery is life don’t get better we get better at life.
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 months agoMan's Best Friend
Matthew L JablonskyI love my dogs,
I really really do…
But there are some aspects,
like when you take a back-step,
and wind up stepping in pooh!They chew, they bite,
they scratch, they knaw.
When you’re watching a movie,
they’re licking their paw!You’re sitting at the table,
waiting for dinner to start,
when along comes your dog,
and lets out a fart!You all start gagging,
and gasping for air.
His tail starts wagging,
He doesn’t even care!When you meet new friends,
and go to their door.
Your dog walks in,
and pees on the floor!They dig, they shed,
they claw, they shred.
They get in your laundry,
and make their bed!With all that they break,
and all they destroy,
they’re still the best little girls,
and good little boys.When you come home,
from a long hard day,
they’re always right there,
and ready to play.They love us so good.
They love us so well.
Even when our world,
is going to hell.When my heart is broken,
and the tears start to flow,
I run to your shoulder,
and let it all go.You won’t be here forever,
so I try to make it the best.
I focus on the good things,
and forget about the rest.Whenever our bond is broken,
I know it always will mend.
That’s why they call you,
“Man’s Best Friend”.
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Hey Matthew. Thank you for sharing your humorous story about your best friend! I needed this laugh today. Dogs are almost like children. They torment through our belongings without a care in the world, but it’s absolutely out of genuine curiosity. “They chew, they bite” reminds me of my father’s American Bully that he had. Our dog would chew right…read more
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 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.
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 months, 1 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.
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James/Maintain4life shared a letter in the
Surviving Addiction group 2 months, 2 weeks agoA Bad dream
James MorschingDear Unsealers,
Do drugs define me
I remember many times
I was led blindly
The fact of the matter
My body was attacked by a substance
That made it hard to climb the ladder
Like a dizzy spell, caught up in a hell
Looking for a dealer who had the clientele
Now I am known well for blowing cash
And on the other side of the drug sale
So now I live to use
And my addiction uses me like blackmail
It’s the hammer, and I’m the crooked nail
Left shook, shaken and frail
I hope I don’t get booked in jail
Every day a new fairy tail
Hurry up and take it off the scale
Now I am chasing creating a crazy situation
Like a mental patient
Because boy I hate waiting
Debating like this makes sense
Now I hate myself
Because I made the fog more dence
How do I go on from here
Its like getting caught up In Freddy’s nightmare
The laughing, the slashing
Drawing me in for his mere satisfaction
Don’t go to sleep tonight
If I die there, I die in real life
He handed me drugs and beer
Needles and crack pipes
I tried to escape In a car
But couldn’t drive right
Crashed into a store
That transformed into a bar fight
Freddy knows everything about me
Plus what I like
I am about to lose my mind
Seeing everything he put in sight
He even created a glove
Each finger holds a knife
If I can gather the might
To make from this dream my friend
I don’t think I’ll ever go to sleep again
But back to the beat no need to pretend
I am at the grips of defeat
When suddenly Im surrounded
By everyone that should be resting in peace
Don’t let us die in vain
Is the only word they could speak
The man with the glove slowly creeps
And says you’ll be feeling their pain
By the end of this week
Just shut up and have this drink on me
I’ll let you wake up ,To be continued …
The next time we meet
I’ll be killing you softly
Till you are six feet deep
Now I am peering through a cracked window
What’s next on the menu
Caught up in a trance
Dancing with the devil is so sinful
But Im blessed with another chance
Hopped out of bed and put on my pants
Im sweating bullets
My life is full of triggers
I dare myself to pull it
Just to slip a fast one
Like this is all fun
Leaving my body numb
My best thinking was so dumb
There was the tricking for treating
This lifestyle will give you the runs
In more ways than one
You want the pain back
You can easily get a refund
This train is off-track
Best surrender if Im done
Freddy is still waiting on me
But what happened to the sun
My whole day wasted in reflection
On whether to fight or run
No second guessing
I’m better off biting my tongue
Before it is all too late
But how do I stay awake
Knowing my life is at stake
I Cant do this forever
Fighting an enemy thats so clever
I need tools of the trade
To help me with my endeavor
I have to pick or choose
Every time I close my eyes
I always lose
I desire to turn the fire out
But first I have to locate the fuse
Explosions sprout every time I use
It might be part of a script
But word of mouth is
meeting makers make it
So without a doubt
It’s never too late
To go see what they talk about
Hope it’s the same thing, from the same being
Who pulls the same strings
Hope there is hope
Seeing If Hope Springs
Hay is for horses
But hey I need some recovery courses
To keep Freddy at bay
Just like Chucky
He always wants to come out and play
But I am clean for today
but I need more power
Something stronger than myself
Cant be a coward
Just walk in and ask for help
I Heard a couple of quotes
Some experience, strength, and hope
The feeling I felt
Caused a not within my throat
I can’t tell a lie
When a question arises
Is anyone here for the first time
So what the heck
It’s all hands on deck
No one here poses a threat
I might as well start by getting my feet wet
It’s about time I take a look at the first step
I went home and fell out feeling like I owe a debt
I have been here before
Walked up to a house
And opened up a red door
There was writing on the floor
Seems scary but I still wanted to explore
A loud screech made me more aware
It’s Freddy’s shadow
Approaching from the rear
A quick slice to the side of my head
He said lend me your ear
I ran in panic frantically up the stairs
There were squatters everywhere
Offering a solution
In the form of poison
mind-altering confusion
I said no thanks
This is only the start
Of climbing up the ranks
Of everything that tore me apart
It started with the first drink
In the blink of an eye, I slowly sink
And I do not want to die before my time
So this weakest link
Drawn power from the divine
To stay in sync over time redeemed
Came to believe
Called others into my dream
A net like a web
Of brothers and sisters who stayed clean
This aint storytelling
This is real-life
In the heart of addiction
You pay a price
A waging war
He pulled a heist on my inner core
From this day and night
We push forward
To secure the evil forever more
Never no more will we mention his name
He grows weaker, We grow stronger
Through the pain.
To be continued………
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Love this, Thank you. Don’t let the monsters back in, no matter how many times they knock, knock…
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thank you , everyone and anyone on this earth school is in it together . I appreciate the chance to share and to listen and learn about the human experience.
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Hi new friend 💚 thanks for the add! You are my first friend on here 🥹 thank you for sharing your story. You are powerful brother I commend you for taking the great fight and choosing to live. I resonate with this piece a lot with having my awakening in meeting my darkness in insolation and become addicted to alcohol and drugs and also came to…read more
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Hi sister I can’t but we can . I’m glad to be your first friend who you can also relate to . Your attitude of gratitude is well noticed 😊. And I’m grateful that I also can relate to you in return. I’ll be putting in a lot more on the subject of addiction,
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Thank you for your kind words 💚 looking forward to hearing more stories from you. Thanks for sharing your strength. WE are strong 💪💚🌈
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James, this piece is incredible. I am so sorry you have had to battle the horrors of addiction, but I am so happy to hear you are fighting for a healthy life. We are all cheering you on. You are incredible. Thank you for sharing your truth. I know it will and has inspired many. <3 Lauren
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Lauren, thank you I have been battling it for over 30 years, but amazing potential hidden, and only rising from out of that darkness was I able to see who I truly am. Love
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asmith1567 submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter to your younger self about a. challenge you faced as a child but have since overcome 2 months, 2 weeks agoRebuilding Elsewhere
Ashley SmithI vividly recall how the rain smelled as it beat against the dirt outside that house. The way it slowly trickled down the half-opened window, colliding with another drop just before racing to the bottom. I kept my head against the wall, imagining what it must be like to be a raindrop- to feel that adrenaline rush as I plummeted from the enormous white clouds that draped across the sky. I recall the silence of the room around me, only hearing rainwater knocking ever so gently on the face of an old piece of rotten wood that lay on the ground. The nails in the wood had been painted with rust over time, much like the color I was feeling- dirty. There was no beauty about things that had rusted. Rust was simply a shell that ate away all of the beauty beneath it. I can’t recall a time when I truly felt beautiful. Maybe it was because all the rain, water, and corrosion in my life had happened before I ever knew what beauty was. Perhaps this collection of filth was my version of beauty. I watch the water pool up in the crevices of the wood attempting to drown the nail believing that I can smell the oxidation process as the two components meet. Though we are whole now, I am aware that the two of us, that nail and myself, will eventually disintegrate into nothing. I suppose that may be the beauty of decay.
I vividly recall how the rain smelled as it beat against the dirt outside that house. I remember the thud of the shudders against the house as the wind whispered to it violently. The whistling as it gusts beneath the loose pieces of tin that hang from the roof; how the high-pitched eeriness of the sound would cause the tiny blonde hairs along my skinny arms to stand at dramatic heights. I stare out the window, fearing that the carpet glue atop the floor will inch closer and closer to me until we become one. The draft in the house blows dirt and pet hair into the glue, trapping it as if it were some sort of prey. Suddenly, I feel as if my feet are entangled in the stickiness that covers the floor. For every knock along the house from the shudders, I imagine- instead of the shudders- that sound is from my kneecaps meeting the floor as I try to escape from the glue. Like a mouse inside a sticky trap, every movement attaches me elsewhere along the glue. I lay along the glue, pet hair in my face, dancing as if there had been a celebration for my capture. I panic, fearing there will never be a way out of this house.
I still vividly recall how the rain smelled despite the mold that painted the nicotine-stained walls. I no longer fear the things that could possess me. I no longer fear the rust, the filth, the glue. I watch the rain outside the window- paralyzed- I dwell in the glue. I am a mold spore. Like wildfire, I spread, climbing and covering every inch of these walls. Pieces of me scatter and demand my poison seep into the foundation of this house. Every unhealed piece of me will wreak havoc on all that is left of this place. I smile- for the first time ever. I become more robust. Alas, I reach the window seal. Before slipping out of the window, I turn back to admire the damage I’ve caused. I’ve been the raindrop, the rust, the decay, the glue, the mold, the poison. I have been the prey. No longer am I a hostage within my mind. I wave goodbye to the predator house, diving headfirst out of my favorite window.
I can still vividly recall how the rain smelled as it beat against the dirt outside that house. The way it slowly trickled down the half-opened window colliding with another drop just before racing to the bottom screen. I recall the thud of the shudders against the house as the wind whispered to it violently.
The house has since been demolished. Only debris lies upon that land. Sometimes, I drive by there. Alongside the guardrail by the road, I close my eyes to take me back. After all this time, I’ve asked myself what I already know the answer to- a question that most still often wonder, but only a few will hear me confess. Twenty-two years is a lot of time, but nowhere near enough for all I endured. For me, it is no surprise that I can still vividly recall how the rain smelled as it beat against the dirt outside of that house.Voting is open!
Voting ends February 7, 2025 11:59pm
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Ashley, your imagery here is so powerful. I love the line “I lay along the glue, pet hair in my face, dancing as if there had been a celebration for my capture.” Comparing your childhood to a mouse in a glue trap helps me understand the depth of pain and isolation you experienced. Though you can never fully recover from such a life, I hope that…read more
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I was worried this piece had too much imagery in it and it would be hard to follow. Thank you so much for taking time to read it. That means so much to me!
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freeindeed-biblegmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter to your younger self about a. challenge you faced as a child but have since overcome 2 months, 3 weeks agoI'm sorry, I can't - Because it hurts too much...
Timbonics' WillistrationsDear little me, I’m sorry I hurt you.
But I don’t wish to take it back-
Because God likes taking trash, and recycle/reform…
He Loves you more than ever. I do though wish
I could have told you that-
While you were still…A fine strapping-young lad!
You know what they say, A chip off the ol’ block…
You had no regrets…without even a pair of socks!
You were so happy! Please forgive me,
I’m 45 yrs. old now-but you’re still crying inside of me…
it’s kind of embarrassing sometimes young Timothy.
But it’s also ok, Because you’re facing all this
stuffed down in your past-where high enough couldn’t exist…
You know you can come out of the waiting room now young man.You now have gone, from beer, TV, and the old lady,
To Beautiful wine, woman, and song-Even though it’s really just grape juice…
On high demand at her command!
It’s ok, I got to get back to work-I’ll speak more when I’m done.
But yet till…Thank you for forgiving me…That’s your Super Powers!
And it’s all A-ok, Please believe me-that Super Power is in you!
You wouldn’t want doubt to steal it away from you, would you?
No way! for you’ve finally found your Savior, Shepherd, and King…
Jesus Christ the Holy Righteous One-never let your bad go to far,
in anything.Do wish though-I could of told you then,
But you know man…I knew not then myself.Love-your wife and kids’ hero.
*The glory of children are their fathers*
*And a Virtuous wife is the crown to her husband*
…Holy BibleVoting is open!
Voting ends February 7, 2025 11:59pm
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Aww Tim, I know you have been through so much. I know the younger you would be so proud and amazed by the man you’ve become. You are now able to live life in a way that all those around you can see what a beautiful heart you have and have always had. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being such a wonderful part of The Unsealed. <# Lauren
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Miss Lauren,
Your comments and replies are always so very inspiring and encouraging! You have such a gift as to be the great motivator you are. God bless you so very much and it is such a privilege and honor to be a part of something that you started to help others…
You’re truly an amazing woman!…read more
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 months, 3 weeks agoMy Horse Named Bear
Matthew L JablonskyTrotting along,
without a care.
My dearest friend,
My horse named Bear.His hair so black,
It matches the night.
Standing so tall,
In all of his might.If you listen real close,
You can hear him run.
His hooves strike the ground
Like the beat of a drum.I could watch him all day,
I’d stand here and stare.
My dearest friend,
My horse named Bear.I’ve been there for you,
that’s for certain.
But let’s take a look,
behind the curtain.You were there for me,
After I lost my Dad.
You kept me happy,
When my world seemed sad.All of my children
have rode on your saddle.
You helped me raise them,
and that was a battle.Through all of the hard times,
You’ve always been there.
My dearest friend,
My horse named Bear.It’s been so hard,
to see you in pain.
I’ve cried so much,
My tears are like rain.I know in my heart,
What I have to do.
But how on Earth,
Do I say goodbye to you?You’re more than an animal,
You’re more than a pet.
You’re a part of our family,
that we’ll never forget.These years with you,
Have been so great!
But its time for you to go,
to an even better place.And I know one day,
I’ll see you there.
My dearest friend,
My horse named Bear.-Poem written for my mother-in-law, Susan, and her horse, Bear, for his day of passing.
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Matthew, I think it is so amazing that you took the time to write this poem for your mother-in-law. It sounds like Bear was a great horse and an even greater friend, and I can’t imagine the pain she feels at losing him. I hope that the beautiful memories she shared with him, along with the words in this poem, will bring her comfort and peace.…read more
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freeindeed-biblegmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your life 3 months, 1 weeks agoRerouted attitude from a friendly paragraph...
Timbonics' 101In a sober group on Facebook-
My friend Lynn had to say,
From a good report God gave…
“The Lord closed your last chapter,
He knew you deserved a better life.
Things happen for a good reason,
Never look back at that chapter,
It’s closed and should always remain closed.
Keep moving forward.
Your future will be fantastic!!!
God Bless”
Again this makes me cry inside,
Knowing people cared,
When all’s I did was hide.
But she’s right and I believe in her-
Words of wisdom for sure do merge…
My direction too where I’m going,
So much love from and for others-
God is surely showing!
My past is gone and the door is closed,
And thanks to her I’ll open it no more!
Creative excitement doing the right thing..
And the only indictment is to live great dreams!
Of course the good Lord is making life better-
For He cut the cords of my chains and feathers!
God gave so much in Bible, Church, and Prayer-
And His great recovery with you I will share!
A wife, a family, and a living society
God had all along, because He always loved me!
Jesus is the door of life and faith He gave is key!
For life is so beautiful, and almost too good to believe!
Therapy even to the young child within,
This mortal body who thought he’d never win!
But He’s made me a winner, and He’s made me free…
Breakfast at his table, lunch, and dinner He feeds!
He lets me go about and do good works…
Sharing with others that have doubt because of pain and hurt!
I get to go to jail and walk right back out,
Telling them of the God who cannot fail, so they can find His route!
I get to go to juvenile and teach them teens how-
To live this life before death bites, and they can see no way around!
Around the Bends that life throws at them-
They can walk straight through- on the path that mends…
Mercy and Truth leading all the straight way,
By God and for you-to see the light of day!
The same Light that guides, leading freedom-forgiving hearts…
To walk right alongside of great living and new starts!!!
… Friends and brethren, mothers, and fathers-and yes of course sisters too…
Go with the light of the right examples…
That God has shown them the way through!
And Yes, God- is Always with you!!!Voting is closed
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I love the positivity in this poem! You are so right that God is always with us, even when we feel less-than-deserving of his love. There are times in my life when I feel hopeless, but when I give it to God everything seems lighter. God’s love is truly the answer to all our problems. Thank you for sharing…I needed to read this today!
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Thank you Emmy so much 🌹 I promise all of you beautiful people make me cry all the time because of your appreciation. Happy tears sad tears confused tears sympathetic tears etc but they’re all true tears. My dad used to say tears wash the windows of the soul, I suppose he may have been right. So Emmy thank you for helping me clean my soul it…read more
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 months, 3 weeks agoA word picture of my soul...
Timbonics' 101To start at the top from the beginning
My plan was to drop myself from this living
Moving over to the left you’ll see
The pot I grew and smoked at need
Moving down will sum up the whole page
Cuz this life sux so I found rage
Up to the left is 3 empty bottles of Jack
And with one left to go you know trouble will attack
And if you drink all of this bourbon
A migraine I think is what you’ll be burning
Up in the corner with the Marlboro cigarettes
Is a tipped bottle of vodka I’ll never forget
Cuz every morning on the way to school
With coffee and vodka I’d try to be cool
Manson up there to sing about the drugs
With heroin to share my two-timed love
And a Zippo I always collected
To cook on a spoon what I injected
AC/DC is music to my ears
And Budweiser is the king of beers
And if these beers are in your fridge
Then there is a killer in the kitchen in which you live
The cigarette butt shows the most
Of how the cigarettes I smoke are gross
With Rolling Rock beer and kinky games to play
And a bottle of crown Royal I’m King of the day
The long line of beautiful Fame
Are women goddesses who make me want to change
The colorful square of cartoons down there
Is it made up fantasy so life ain’t so bear
The clown is me the poem is mine
Jail is my box and life is my time
And the poem says: “Clown in a box”
(This clown broke down cornered in his room
Inside he found no escape from his Doom
He loves his clown inside the box
Let’s shoved back down under pressure and a lock
Cuz he alone is much the same
In his empty home he goes insane
But what’s not the same as the Jack in the box
Is that he feels pain from life’s hard knocks
And we all know when life has him down
Because he won’t show the true face of a real clown
It’s no big deal because life is a joke
But his pain is real and his heart is broke
Now over time his tears are dry
Through all the years he’s had to cry
So no longer can this clown show any pain
From the box he has found only himself to blame.)
The Harley-Davidson will be my next bike
It’s been a dream my entire life
The beautiful cheeks you see from the back
Represents the only good crack
As I saw the beautiful ass
My jaw dropped down and unwinded fast
America is the land of the free
But sex drugs and rock and roll is what it is to me
When you enter the center I’m a monster inside
A suffering rebel poet freak with no place to hide
The Christmas holiday is my worst
And Pantera will always be first
The watch on the side is there to remind
It’s time to change and not rewind
And with an Irish blessing added to the list
Art doesn’t get any more modern than this.I wrote this at Correctional Treatment Facility in the year 2000, Toledo Ohio
Drawing on top done by: Julia Speedy
http://www.julialovestomakeart.com
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Timothy, your life sounds like it has been crazy! Throughout all that you have been through, you have maintained such a kind heart and stayed true to yourself. I admire that. You are so strong and I always enjoy reading your poems. Keep it up ♥
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Harper V,
Thank you so much, it is because of you and people like you that I keep on going. Keep being who you are, God did a great work on you ❤️❤️🩹❤️
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freeindeed-biblegmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem a letter about quote or motto that inspires you 3 months, 4 weeks agoBy 2 quotes I live...
Timbonics' 101First is first- as Jesus says:
“Come unto me, and ye shall find rest”!
Also saying, “The Truth makes free”…
This jailbird found his heavenly wings!
Also many blind are now made to see!Made is not forceful-Made=Cause,
Because of the great goodness of Him-
We are compelled to keep his laws…
Even if it’s alone it’s perfect for this Tim!Because the law is Love, I can trust that,
Grace from above to all of us Street Rats!
He sent, He lives, always did exist-
The self-sufficient King,
In need of nothing on his list…
Except you! He carries in hand,
You’re his priceless Jewel –
Please understand.
He gave His life for you to live,
Eternity passed all, please come to Him 🙏Be pure and be true
To this God- man who made,
I know it sounds cruel-
But by His blood we’re saved!!!
For all eternity He changes not His mind,
You were on top of His every thought-
When death closed His eyes…But only for 3 days,
He walked right out of the tomb,
In hell he made his bed-
Like a weekend hotel room.
Yes he suffered God’s wrath…
And he suffered for you!Again you are all this King of kings need,
Take him at his Word
Your restful soul is guaranteed!
He prepares for you a special custom place
Fitting you so well just let it be,
Perfect beauty placed in heaven’s seat!Nothing in our hands-
Everything He gives,
Come to His Fountain of Life…
And buy these 2 quotes live!!!9-25-24
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Timothy, your poems always impress me, and you have improved so much as a writer! I love this poem because it shows how much Jesus has touched you, and all of these things you have realized have allowed you to improve your mind and your life. I am so happy for how far you have come. Keep up the great work!
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Harper V,
Thank you so much for all of your encouragement you always give me! I appreciate it so much and it’s one of the big reasons why I keep going on.
You have a wonderful way with words of encouragement, that’s probably one of your many gifts. God is so amazing in my life actually He’s amazing in everybody’s life we just don’t always…read more
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 4 months, 1 weeks agoA Prayer For Bradley
Matthew JablonskyDo 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 4 months, 2 weeks agoI Can't Find My Sunglasses
Matty JablonskyI 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!
… I asked my wife.
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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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