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kellybeanz87 shared a letter in the
Magical Moments group 23 hours, 43 minutes agoThe Footsteps of my Heart
Kelly M.BSee these footsteps? These are the imprints of the precious little feet I created with my DNA. My little son walking, frolicking, and playing in the sand. Living life and enjoying it in the moment. I can now hold on to this picture, the memories attached to it- and now even this letter … forever and ever 🌹❤️
May the strength of my men always carry me through the longest of walks in life.
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kellybeanz87 shared a letter in the
Parenting group 4 days, 7 hours agoJoey's Poem
Kelly M.BIf you had any shred of decency left in you
You’d stay away from my boo
To that little boy
I’m the only one that’s true
If I could flip it all back
Spin it all around and let you see
Literally the little me…..
Nurturing, loving, carrying him through
When not everyone else was always onboard too
I’m the only thing and woman he’s ever really knownNow he’s sitting here looking at me full grown
What you tried to protect your whole life, sits there looking at you like you’ve just ripped out a knife
What I tried to avoid his whole little life
Will he ever understand that all mommy every wanted was to make a good man?
Can’t he please just understand?
This precious seed turns around and now questions me, how dare he?
I can’t explain it all, I don’t know how I could
If I could lay it all out right here, right now trust me I would
Let it all go for good
Let you see all my choices weren’t always the smartest
But always out of love and always for goodI guess protection is a strange thing
You want to take them under your wing
You don’t realize how much you cling
Well, here we are young man, here I stand
This is all of me, still standing, still fighting
Always will
At least I will try
I hope one day you understandLove Always,
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kellybeanz87 shared a letter in the
Fictional Inspirational stories group 6 days, 18 hours agoStar lit Babe
Kelly M.BA small shadowy figure of a girl stumbles out of her house, and quickly paces through her backyard. The lawn hasn’t been cut but she still treads through barefoot without a care. To others around her she seems disheveled, even slightly scary. She heads towards the darkest corner and peers over her raggedy fence and caught a nice gaze at the sky. “Ahhhh, no clouds tonight” she happily told herself.
What this means for Jaria, is she can do her thing now finally. No obstructions tonight. She closes her eyes and throws a nice calming frequency tone on in the background. Takes a deep breath and then asks for guidance from within. She realizes that way too much suffering has been occurring for far too long. Past, present, and future if nothing changes. Her focus starts tuning in and here come all her higher thoughts. She calmly reaches for her blue selenite crystal because she remembers the moon will recharge it. A special friend from the Unkechaug Tribe told her this tip many years ago. She keeps paying attention to her breathing, and the breaths get longer, fuller and somehow even more fulfilling. She stretches out every part of her body, then says ok “RELEASE”!
Nothing major or dramatic seems to have occurred. Atleast not instantly that is….Jaria lightly starts humming and moving her legs around. She remembers stories as a little girl, and now senses the whispers of her ancestors telling her to dance. See, dancing for her was not just for what you see on television. Dancing was not only part of her culture, it was used for it’s healing properties as well.
We all have energy, and movement causes vibration. Vibration can in turn heal us. Jaria didn’t have many words to speak anymore. She has seen a lot here on Earth. So this is what she must do to remain calm and strong if there is to be any future hope left in humanity.
Dancing somehow holds the key which is put into a doorknob and when she turns it-she’s granted access to somehow release all of her hidden emotions. She can somehow feel a sense of control by the mastery of her movements the older she gets.
All of a sudden Jaria isn’t so disheveled and uncharged. Swiftly she notices more, then she has enough self awareness to pick up on her own bad mood and decide to change it. She has no care for the conception of time, monetary items or toxicity. She walks to the beat of her own drum… literally.
Two hours has gone by, and it’s going to take a full nights rest now. This was a lot on Jaria’s soul. But in a good way. She breezes past her neighbors, now seeming light as a feather. Even her neighbors figure she must have gotten some good news or something.
Unfortunately this is a common pattern for our little moon child here. This is what Jaria must keep doing not only for herself, but for all future spiritual creatures alike. May we all find our place in the Universe.
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kellybeanz87 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 1 days agoHeavenly Moon Child
Kelly M.BShe wanders silently through the night,
Fighting off demons and spite,
She looks to the moon for guidance and strength,
For she knows these earthly gifts talk to her like Saints.
Please keep me balanced and pure,
For there is nothing on this earth that is sure,
Walk me and guide me to the Heavens above,
As if I were your child, that your taking care of
Lift me up and get me through, and I promise I will devote my life to you.-
Kelly,
This is a lovely and moving poem about the power the moon has on the soul. While some people turn to the sun for comfort, others find solace in the quiet beauty of the moon. It can provide the strength needed to fight all the battles of life. Thank you for sharing your work!
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kellybeanz87 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 1 days agoThe Butterfly
Kelly M.BSink your eye into my beautiful butterfly
Twirling around my purple bush, I spotted it
The prettiest one ever. I knew I had to have it
I paused, and gazed. I caught an up-close glimpse of its unique coloring. Blue and purple.
Didn’t think that was possible, but there it was- right in my face. It had the largest wings I’d ever seen on such a small creature. It fluttered around so gracefully, getting love drunk off the nectar. Bobbing around, minding its business and helping my garden.
Drifted off and started to wonder, are all the things that they say about butterflies true? Can this thing see me, sense me? It must. Look how delicate and beautiful it is. It trusts me to sit still and gaze at it.
Kept thinking about the transformation from birth till now, the little head with actual eyes, floaty looking wings and vibrant enchanting blue and purple eyespots like an encryption code to the butterfly heavens.
Fetching a small net, a jar or even a photo will do. I must share this with this world
Ran off to not miss my chance, came running back full speed, with excitement still in my heart- but it had already flown away.
~Inspired by Mindfulness Meditation-
I’ve always heard that butterflies are sent from Heaven, and the way you describe this one’s beauty makes me believe it. It is almost heartbreaking that something so lovely can also be so fragile. I guess that is why they fly away before we can catch them. Thank you for sharing this sweet poem.
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Thank you so much for your beautiful comment! I now beleive that Butterflies 🦋 are Angelic creatures as well 😁🤍
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kellybeanz87 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 6 days agoHeavenly Hugs
Kelly M.BHugs from Heaven, they feel so sweet
A warm energetic connection that will knock you off your feet
Tune in and listen, look around you’ll be surprised
Your heart bleeds love, passion & desire from the skies
All this love can be seen right in your eyes 🤍🦋-
Kelly, this is a beautiful and sweet poem. Hugs from Heaven can be felt all around us, even when we don’t see them. My Granny passed away five years ago, and I still feel her warm embrace from time to time. When we let ourselves stop and pay attention, the love is a lot closer than it seems.
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kellybeanz87 submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your life 2 weeks, 1 days agoCrux
Kelly MBA life of harm done. Or so I thought.
Trauma responses from my caretakers. Fear, abandonment, deep rooted pain and dysfunction going on within my entire immediate family. I wasn’t the only one – I was just the youngest one.
Life became confusing to me, and the cycle of drugs, domestic violence & poverty kept creeping back into my life going up until my mid 20’s.
I could name a lot of different times where my life was at crossroads, and all sorts of different choices that probably changed my life, as well as major life events and losses that have occurred. Majorly, the sudden loss of my brother in September of 2020 from a drinking & driving accident.
But that wouldn’t be enough. See, it wasn’t just one turning point for me. I have been on a continual spiritual journey since November of 2010. Accepting treatment and entering the journey of healing from PTSD and substance abuse was a pivotal moment in my life for sure.
Once I released and faced all the truths about myself, confronted myself in the mirror, and walked through my past traumas with the support of all my Angels and my network here on Earth – suddenly, things started slowly shifting. Not instantly, but things got better for me. Monetary things returned. My faith returned, and my life started getting better. I’ve had a few bumps & falls but am blessed to say I got right back up.
I always thought I was a victim. I now know that I am a survivor. This mentality has majorly changed me for the better. It’s not to downplay anyone’s trauma, but to be able to say you walked away from it and are still alive to tell the story, is an inspiration to mass amounts of people still silently suffering. There is also an inner freedom found in it that I did not know existed.
Taking the time to sit with myself, go for walks, color pictures & enjoy being in the present moment. Laughing, dancing – just like a kid. I’m giving new childhood memories back to myself. I can hold on to the good memories that I have & do my best to mourn the bad. I now know what self-love is. I’m giving that back as well, and I’m giving it to my children, and any other kids that may cross my path. These are all gifts that cannot fully be explained. But certainly, all turning points in which I have chosen to walk along the paths that lead me to happiness.
I Now hold my head and shoulders up higher when I look and speak with people.
I speak up for myself, and my loved ones.
I show gratitude, kindness and respect to Mother Nature, my High Power and thank the Universe for continuously showing me that I have a purpose here on this planet. Even if others don’t see it yet.
I suppose in hindsight as I sit here in this present moment overlooking the Great South Bay of Long Island – my true Turning Point was finding ME.Love Always,
Voting starts December 17, 2024 12:00am
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Moxx shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 3 weeks, 4 days agoLoneliness
Kristen MoxleyLoneliness slithers in
Like an unsuspecting snake
Coiled around my neck
Struggling to breathe
With nobody around
To save me
In a crowded room
I feel so alone
Everyone has someone
But no one has got me
Each night I come closer
To a planned death
Because loneliness kills
I don’t belong anywhere
I’m not needed nor wanted
So why even bother
I’ll drift away peacefully
Forgotten easily
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Kristen, I am so sad that you have ever felt this way. When you do, there are resources. I believe calling or texting 988 will connect you with a professional. You are an incredible human. And you are not alone. Sending you the biggest hug. <3 Lauren
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Hi Lauren – Thank you so much for your kind words! I know I’m not REALLY alone, but my brain likes to lie to me and tell me untrue stories. I was having a really hard time the night that I wrote that poem. Thank you for your kindness. You are an inspiration to me! ❤️
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Beautifully written. I think this piece of ART expresses a feeling that many of us are too afraid to admit. I’ve requested to be a pen pal with you. So that you never have to feel this way again.
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Awww, you are wonderful! I accepted your request and would love to be pen pals with you! I also think a lot of people feel this way. And hopefully, I’ve helped them to not feel so alone as well. Sending hugs and love! ❤️
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little-big-sister submitted a contest entry to
If you could send one message you learned about life to every person in the world, what would it be? 1 months agoLetter to my inner child
Little Big SisterYou are stronger and wiser than you know
Your thoughts are stalking you
do not queue any hue that’s not meant for you
People’s opinions of you are their own.
You are stronger than you were yesterday.
continue to forgive yourself for not being able to control the horrific actions of others.
Self-love is necessary for your healing.
It is putting you back together whole and true.
forgive any past actions by acknowledging how they have not served you well.
You will continue to trust the process and your progress.
You will not let the fear of being taken advantage of scare you to stillness.
You will stand up for yourself and tell the truth.
You will do it with dignity and respect.
You will be vulnerable even when it makes you uncomfortable.Voting starts November 5, 2024 12:00am
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thepennydiaries submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem about a dream (or goal) that came true 1 months, 1 weeks agoOne Hundred Thousand Dollars
KharaA dream of mine for as long as I could remember,
inspired by my father, my most successful family member.One hundred thousand dollars was the name of the game.
How could it be attained?A dream I was not sure I would be able to reach
as an art and psychology major living at the beach.Why not try working in the same industry as my Dad?
After all, he was the closest example I had.Once out of school, I dove into the pool of oil and gas,
an unlikely industry for me, but alas,
I wanted the money as fast as I could
so I got to work as any good girl should.It’s 2011 at twelve dollars an hour
no wonder one hundred thousand dollars seemed like such a tall tower.Pushing my art and psychology degrees away,
I found my self grinding and climbing, thinking this is the way.7 years later, I am a divorced single mom,
still chasing that dream and losing my calm.With security as my main motivation,
I was suddenly promoted to Supervisor of Training Administration.One hundred thousand dollars, something I thought I would never reach,
was now in my hands while living at the beach!What now I wonder as I look down at my check,
thinking, what could be next?
Is this the life I want to be living?
Sitting in an office years passing unforgiving?Fast forward the year is 2021,
I’m still working and coming undone.What happened next is nothing I could have ever imagined,
instead of living a life unexamined
I decided to leave the job, the money,
in search of something sweeter than honey.What is that? What could it be?
It’s happiness only found by looking within me.As soon as I left a weight was lifted
and 2 weeks later the universe gifted me
an unexpected windfall almost matching my salary.With this newfound freedom it was clear to me
I had a wonderful new opportunity –
to relax, unwind, take care of my mind,
and learn to live a life aligned.A couple weeks later married my best friend, my twin flame you could say,
who shows me it’s ok to be yourself everyday.Now my days are spent with my husband and son,
money flowing in unexpected ways and it’s only just begun.Voting starts October 18, 2024 12:00am
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Roses shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 months, 2 weeks agoYour Eyes Sound Like
RosesA 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
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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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londonpoetenane submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/her 3 months agoRISE ABOVE
London Poet EnaneLittle one
You know what I love
I love a rare soul
You can’t see them
Until one day
Voting starts September 27, 2024 12:00am
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I love this poem! The last line, “Until one day,” inspires me. In those words, you capture how we grow as humans until one day we are able to finally see our true souls. Thank you for sharing!
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Absolutely! I now see me and hope this inspires others to see themselves and their true colors that lead them where they need to be!
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Wowww, ” you can’t see them until one day…”
You can unpack so much within this line alone…it really gives the audience time to meditate on what one day looks like or what they would like it to look like, then how to get there!
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Thank you, your kind words. So much beauty in each individual, just have to focus you and not your surroundings(;
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londonpoetenane submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to or about a loved one who passed away and share how they inspire you 3 months agoOVERWHELMED
London EnaneTreading water
Just once
Can I see youDesire
Surprise
Excite
Thrill
Joy
Love
GloryThe AWE
Slipped away
My First
My OnlyShocked
Sadness
Fear
Anger
Guilt
Panic
EmptinessThe Lonely
Head high
Patiently waitingClouds of pleasure
Whimsical
Gentle
Bright
Curious
Amazing
Inspires
CherishedThe TREASURE
Until we meet
In HeavenTogether
Voting is open!
Voting ends October 4, 2024 11:59pm
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London, your words capture the feelings we have when we lose someone close to us. When someone who inspired and moved us dies, it can feel like loneliness will overtake us. Luckily, we have the hope of being with them again one day to sustain us. Thank you for sharing your experience.
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The weight of loneliness carried on your shoulders has always been the love in your heart, your angel, your guidance, you just have to listen, you were never alone (;
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Everything about this moment in mental thought you’ve captured is perfectly illustrated, such a joy and journey reading this.-
The journey’s deep yet never ending it seems. Thank you, even though I thought it was the end, the journey is never over 😉
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londonpoetenane submitted a contest entry to
Write A Poem About Where And When You Feel Most At Peace 3 months, 2 weeks agoUNDER YOUR BELT
London EnaneCan you feel it
Hear or see it
At first zip
No need to trip
The moment I glance
Another chance
Shooting through and through
Oh the view
An overwhelming sigh
Boy do I feel high
Relief
Together in breif
You see it
CommittedA safety net
Make me sweat
Your the someone I’d put first
Wrap yourself up in his comfort
I wanna scream
Wake me from this dream
Flounder with ease
It’s me you shall please
Whole body’s weak
I can’t even speak
Minds in a trance
A little love and romance
Souls a bliss
It’s you that I missInto the frosty blizzards of winter
No time shall hinder
Continuous breeze through the crisp Spring air
Come and go as you please, no despair
Entering warm Summer nights
With all of you in site
Beneath the trees of Fall leaves
Oh the web we wove and continue to weave
In the midst of the dark
Making my mark
Manifestation of orbs
It’s you that I adoreIf I could touch you, just once
You know it’s you that I hunt
I look up, I see you
Full view and I pursue
The world turns
Heart burns, it yearns
Tender Love let us feast
Together in peace
Serenity, oh the intensity
I melt
Under your belt
OrionVoting is closed
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This is a beautifully written poem, London. Love is such a wonderful thing and I am glad that being with your partner brings you this overwhelming peace and happiness. My favorite part of this would be when you said “Oh the web we wove and continue to weave” because being in love can bring you to many new adventures and things you wouldn’t have…read more
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Thank you so much! I love that same phrase, and the boy in the story, my high school sweetheart, it’s been over 20 years. Communication skills were not developed back then… One day I will find him so I no longer have to look into the sky but into his heart, the brightest star…my star😉
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Aww, love this. You are so welcome, I enjoyed reading it!
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Your poem is a reflection I believe on your passions for life, being loved and cherished. It touched my heart and soul. I read it 3 times. It has a heartbeat all it’s own and yet it is your heartbeat.
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Wow! Thank you for your kind words, I don’t think I could have said it better. When two heartbeats become one, smiles teehee
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little-big-sister shared a letter in the
Chasing Your Dreams group 3 months, 3 weeks agoWild Dreams
Crystal Hocklesswhat if you could not speak for two years
you only had your two ears
now you are listening to your peers
checking out Instagram, it appears
they got plenty of souvenirs, but yet volunteered in their careerstoo afraid to be the engineers to forge a whole new frontier
paid education can teach us to adhere to the profiteer
head hunters poach us and sell us to the highest-bidding auctioneershit appears severe,
but you are a pioneer, fuck that career
this is the year to do something for the world that is truly dear to your heart
You are too smart not to start,
failure may come, you might have to restart
your heart be pure, but fear can outsmart
telling us that shit is too hard
don’t be jarred the universe has pulled your cardyour ancestors are standing guard,
telling you to manifest your wildest dreams, they will safeguard
jump into the deep end the universe is your lifeguard
sending you messages in your dreams like postcards-
I enjoyed your poem. You dropped a lot of messages in your moving words. Doing things that are to our heart will feed us as well as our favorite foods.
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I love the rhythm and the rhyme scheme! The central idea is powerful and i really resonate with it. You opened and ended with motifs of communication. Well done!
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little-big-sister submitted a contest entry to
Write A Poem About Where And When You Feel Most At Peace 3 months, 3 weeks agoPeace
Crystal HocklessFendi and Gucci are idolized
remaining sane is ostracized
when you stand up against the man, you will be demoralized
my pain runs deep like it’s crystallized
I can’t even front I became hypnotized
I can’t run forever, shit, I’ve already been traumatized
I’m in therapy, like bankruptcy to reorganize
my life changed when I prioritized the beautiful sunrise
it is in this time I came to analyze, and visualize my next sacrifice
I plan to live forever in this paradiseVoting is closed
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I really love the message behind your poem. You’re so right; we idolize things that lack importance and judge each other for the things that should matter, like standing up for what’s right. It’s beautiful to see that you’ve prioritized the sunrise and you’re starting to see life from beyond the lens we’re given 🙂 Thank you for sharing!
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I love this piece. Each line so thoughtful and so powerful. “my life changed when I prioritized the beautiful sunrise.” This sentiment is so powerful and such good advice for all people trying to find peace in their lives or even peace in the moment. I also thought this line was very creative:
“I’m in therapy, like bankruptcy to reorganize” It r…read more
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roses submitted a contest entry to
Write A Poem About Where And When You Feel Most At Peace 3 months, 4 weeks agoMy Wrist Watch Hands Point to Peace
RosesI 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 3 months, 4 weeks agoYour Age Shouldn't Worry
RosesI’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 more-
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 😀-
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 4 months, 1 weeks agoWriters Block
RosesThe Tortured Poets Department has a writer’s division that has to approve every poem before it goes out
And my mind is tired of being held hostage
A loose-leaf definition of writer’s block was once defined by the utter of: I don’t feel like writing, this isn’t good enough, my hand only works for the remote today
Then she interrupts my train of thought to ask: why have you never wrote a poem about me
It’s not that I haven’t
There are 100s getting as comfortable as you can be in the waste basket
The last poem I Kobe shot, Melo made, and Curry posed to the trash can started like this:
An eye lash is trying to make your cheek more than just a Sunday service sanctuary
It wants a home
I know you’d like me to remove it
But who am I to destroy a home
I can’t help but think how beautiful you look with that eye lash
As it rests there like a pair of doves flirting on a branch not far away from me
What are you starring at, she exclaims
Oh, nothing I reply, today I’ll let the eye lash remain
On
Your rosy cheeks, kissed by my dead rose petal lips
Reminding you of the time we went camping and you hated that you smelled the outside
You hated that you smelled like outside
And I kept teasing you but hiking, visualizing, and tenting next to nature is maybe the closest thing to
Falling asleep to your beautiful
Falling asleep to your beautiful
Falling asleep to your gorgeous
Ugh, I can never find the right words to describe a tenth of your gorgeous
And it makes me want to drop dead out of frustration
Because the writers need to feel exactly what I do when they read:
Holding her hand is to get a glimpse of forever before I die
Holding her makes my heart resemble the flight of a butterfly
Holding her hand is to hold my battles in the palm of my hand and make them cry
The writers consist of a delicious various assortment of personality; often referred to as me, myself, and I
Every time I get ready to seal this poem to you the writer’s block me from letting you receive it
p.s. I haven’t learned to love myself enough to love you…-
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 4 months, 1 weeks agoThe Last Breath of the Flame
RosesThe clock, the watch, the phone all have eyes that watch from the view of 2 AM untamed
Heart rates jumping like the heat of the flame
Me plus You is a movie, what is the name
Our love doesn’t fit in the frame
So, cameras get jealous of the panorama pane
Real love never goes without pain that can be immense
So, if you’re hurt let patience play offense
Slow dancing with your memories is a nostalgic essence
Sweat dancing with the burning scent
Wick burning with confidence
Mirroring our silhouette, naked thoughts present tense
My hands without your curves, a death sentence
Each kiss turns a page of my sixth sense
I don’t need a third eye to see your imperfect contents
Table this: beauty is born from cracks so use the hurt as accents
She is priceless so keep your two cents
Temptation is off limits but I climbed the fence
The candle falls asleep to our aroma, hence
The flame goes out, conclusion love making after an argument
Sweet dreams enter in the tango of sheets, legs, hearts, rest swiftly to the comfort of her name
My heart is tied to yours, no more games
I’ve played tug of war and came out lame
No more burns unless it’s from the candle tamed
p.s. this is what it feels like when peace kisses love… - Load More
