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  • Give Up, Never!

    Give up, never!
    The challenges of life give greater
    Satisfaction when struggling to overcome them.

    Give up, never!
    Through war planes, attacker
    On our land, as my partner is an army officer.

    Give up, never!
    Through financial strains, being a mother,
    Teacher, student, niece, aunt, cousin, daughter…
    With duties and love to give as worries grow stronger.

    Give up, never!
    Going through bowl obstruction surgeries, recover
    From that alone is like moving through quick sand, a surfer
    Of intense pain, stilted, limited movements that border
    On the robotic before getting better.

    Give up, never!
    Immigrating at fourty plus is no simple matter,
    With two teens and two adults to give succor
    As the cultural, geographical, and familial reservoir
    Dwindles and altered to an extreme purveyor
    Of loss as we embrace newer circumstances in horror.

    Give up, never!
    Through each trial, the sun does shine brighter
    And belief that you’re being tested makes me stronger.

    Give up, never!
    Give up, never!
    Give up, never!

    ©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️

    Malak Kalmoni Chehab

    Voting starts May 16, 2024 12:00am

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  • gorilladna shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 3 weeks, 3 days ago

    PIECE OF WORK

    I am a work in progress

    Orphan baby that time stole

    As I figure out my role

    Though sometime just a hot mess

    I try to find my true self

    Racing time against its toll

    Challenging my self control

    While maintaining mental health

    The haters and the lovers

    Inspire my will to thrive

    And my desire to stay alive

    Lest I dive under the covers

    So, in stepping out of bed

    I take steps toward my goal

    Like a newborn baby foal

    To live life outside my head

    Ricardo Albertorio

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    • Ricardo, we are all a work in progress. But, in my humble opinion, you are wonderful just as you are today. You are kind and thoughtful. Keep pursuing your happiness. You deserve it. <3 Lauren

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      • Thank you, Lauren. Isn’t that life’s greatest challenge? The process of learning to love and accept yourself. We’re all “getting there” in the best way we know how.

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  • Joshua (roses) shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 weeks ago

    My History Is Black

    Black is the new poetry my dear
    Authored by our ancestors so I could have a voice that is heard beyond the volume of fear
    The ink has always been dark so see with your ears
    Black is the new love, now let your heart hear
    The strength born from blood, sweat, and tears
    That grew into a sunrise of a smile, my dear
    My darling I keep your Melanin near
    And your beauty adds depth to my mirror
    The reflection tells me weapons are forming but they will stay in the rear
    Because,
    My black is the sunset to my depressed anxiety to steer
    A blooming future in the right direction never to veer
    Toward negativity, my dear
    My black is the armor that never cracked, from the roots of scars and ignored facts
    My black has always got my back so even if my eyes close you will still see this color, add a period to that!
    My black is a promise painted like a rainbow you’ll never grey wash my faith, peace never cracks
    p.s. my black has wings that sang…

    Roses

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  • db-cooper shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 month ago

    Tongue twister

    My screen is a scene of something obscene
    It’s so serene I hear Myself scream I deemed it extreme
    Im not to keen to dream it seems, I mean…..

    DB cooper

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  • Joshua (roses) shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 1 month ago

    Shadows in the Mirror

    Have I really been working on myself or did I just change from my work clothes to something more comfortable
    Is this depression or is it just the pigment of my skin
    Can I defeat you, detach from you or are you so fingerprinted to my thoughts that I’m simply running away from me
    Sometimes I wish I could just escape me, myself wears a mask, and I am tired of getting dressed up just to still feel down
    I’m black said my mind, I live in the shadows of sadness watching the sunlight from a distance
    If only the heat from the suns smile would kiss me, maybe it would melt away my sadness
    I’m black said my words, followed by you’re different, they won’t accept you, you don’t fit in
    I’m black says the mirror looking at a reflection of depression
    I get so lost in my waning emotions my waxing moon can barely breathe
    It’s so cold that even the rays of light feel sad
    I’m black, I’m depressed, I’m black, I’m oppressed, I’m black I’m obsessed with the idea of my feelings living on equal ground
    I’m black, I’m depressed the two interchange while beginning to sound the same so much so I took depressions last name
    When I look at me I see one broken piece
    I can’t find the rest of the lyrics to my song, maybe it’s because the writer will never finish it
    Maybe it’s because I didn’t cry enough to water my heart
    I’m black, I’m dirt, but my soil is killing the last remaining rose
    I am a rose with bloody red regrets for petals, I put my failures on a pedestal
    So, every time I tried to look up it got me nowhere
    I’m lost and I keep letting the grey line give me directions, because there’s a thin line between joy and happiness, and in the middle is pity where you can find me
    I’m black so they think I stole these 5 minutes of happiness, and so what if I did everyone deserves 15 minutes of fame and mine is coming soon
    But right now, I just want to smile and actually feel the laughter hold me instead of the facade that hugs me like a long embrace
    This morning I stopped running and looked depression in the face
    My mind is not yours it is the Lord’s
    p.s. let the battle begin

    Roses

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    • Roses, your words paint a vivid picture of the struggles you face. Depression may cast a dark shadow, but remember that your identity is not defined by it. Your strength lies in acknowledging the battle and refusing to let it consume you. Hold onto hope and believe that brighter days are ahead. The battle may be tough, but you are not alone. Keep…read more

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  • Joshua (roses) shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 month ago

    Dancing Under the Lights of the Waterfall

    Step side to side
    Sway to our song
    Your heart is the lyrics
    My soul the instrumental
    Hold my hand the way Jesus held the nails
    Step side to side
    Nerves waltz to love
    No music is needed
    When sacrifice becomes a verb
    Watching movies with the sound off
    I’ll hold you like the space between us is trying to escape
    Crowded ball room that only sees us two
    Empty minds have the fullest hearts
    And the cup of my rhythmic soul runneth over
    p.s. don’t forget to kiss me under the waterfall chandeliers…

    Roses

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  • SUN-SETTLE

    Sunset comes in muted hues

    Orange fire and baby blues

    Seaside skies, so vast in views

    Birds pass lovers, two by twos

    The day erased to bygone news

    Sunlight fades to starry muse

    Gentle flames from bonfires fuse

    Bring restful bliss from daytime’s ruse

    From sunrise lies to nighttime truths

    Our life resets when dawn renews

    Ricardo Albertorio

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    Voting ends April 7, 2024 12:00am

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    • Ricardo, Your letter beautifully captures the essence of a serene sunset. The imagery and rhythm of your poem create a sense of steadiness and renewal.

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  • Perfect sway

    It’s a perfect day, let’s go slay.
    Waking up feels great, my body’s not in pain. My brain no longer insane, I’m tame.
    I put my doc’s on and stroll out the door on this beautiful 80 degree day.
    My gosh the beauty I see before me,
    neighbors smiling and I am stylin’
    Jeeps workin’ just fine wow that just blew my mind
    I feel like I’m in a Muppet movie surrounded by singing
    And dancing I feel fantastic not a bit sarcastic
    nope…. no work today! Just me, myself, and I

    Danielle Bettro

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    Voting ends April 7, 2024 12:00am

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    • Danielle, It sounds like you’re perfect day is an amazing day filled with joy and positivity! I’m glad that you embrace the beauty around you and enjoy your time off. It’s great to cherish the moments of relaxation and self-care. Keep that upbeat spirit going!

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  • FLOWER ME

    I have roses on my tongue

    Velvet kisses, words with thorns

    I have magnolias in my eyes

    Silver petals that mesmerize

    Orange blossoms on my chest

    Cover my heart with their zest

    I have orchids for my navel

    Like a sprite from woodland fable

    Through my waist and far below

    Hidden garden with its glow

    My body, vase of stems and leaves

    Ivy wrapped around my knees

    Small bouquet of scent and wonder

    Arranged for all to gaze and ponder

    Tend my garden, see me grow

    Water daily, love will flow

    Then pick my flowers with delight

    For they’ll come back throughout the night

    Ricardo Albertorio

    Voting starts April 16, 2024 12:00am

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    • Awww Ricardo! I love this. It is very sweet. And it flows so well. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for being part of our family. <3 Lauren

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  • Tulips Remind Me to Smile

    I’m lonely because my reflection has no one to hold
    The outline of my ghost seen from air that is cold
    The vacancy used to be home to love so bold
    My reflection used to smile the same way the sun made nature happiness unfold

    But it’s become a mirror of the Jamaican blue waters searching for something tangible in frustration
    Anger has become a raging river of pillowcase tears spilling over the edge of my mind in desperation
    It feels like fire burning my frozen fingertips to ash when my cloudy eyes began to leak precipitation
    I hugged the numbness where my speech completes puzzle, and her fingerprinted lips became my long-forgotten embrace of sensation

    Feelings have been evicted, because complacency in place of self-growth was more stylish
    My living quarters are filled with the residue of erased poetry regrets because love is too expensive to furnish
    I can’t afford to keep falling on this psychological couch only to flood my frustrations and not move forward and allow my purpose to be banished
    Moving sucks, the packing of emotions and unpacking a reality that shares tents of bluish

    So, instead I’ll just jump so I won’t have to ever slip again
    Love doesn’t exist, I said as I got dressed in my final outfit of sin
    I went out to eat for the last supper, fin
    Then drove to the bridge to take a dive to the end

    I jumped and felt the winds of fear flush reality back to my consciousness
    The waves of laughter mist a reminder that life isn’t that bad when our voice says ha ha
    The breeze of memories gives me a taste of moments I kept locked away for safe keeping
    Forgetting where I put the key, like the lost famous recipe

    Depression opens my eyes and I see the weight it bears but when I zoom out, I see my hand pressing down on my shadow causing the darkness to surround me
    I’m falling and I can see the bottom increasing
    The last memory I allow myself to have is: when I bought flowers for myself

    Because the colors help me see the sunshine from the shade or moon from the dark
    The curves remind me of the smile I still own
    Lest I continue to lease short term happiness for joy
    Every time I fall, I witness the natural healing of the body
    Loneliness is walking on eggshells by your heels
    But forgive yourself and the solitude of peace begins to blanket you and I again feel
    I bought flowers to say I love you
    And for that last second, I breathe into death and say life isn’t that bad
    Concrete darkness crashes into dreams
    And my eye lashes rise their rays as I awake to a new day
    Cold panic sweats greet me but remember I can just wipe it away
    I go to the restroom, brush my teeth, and recite my daily affirmations because today is not yesterday
    I love me and add extra icing for the pieces I feel don’t belong
    My heart still beats so I sing my song at the top of my lungs, like I’m in the car by myself
    Some petals have wilted but a new season welcomes the future bloom
    I love me and that’s enough no matter what anyone else thinks
    I love me because God loves me
    p.s. I had to jump to fall in love with myself…

    Roses

    Voting starts April 16, 2024 12:00am

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    • Awww you are so right, love yourself no matter what anyone thinks. Keep loving yourself. Keep giving yourself the flowers you deserve. And do not let negativity win, ever. You are wonderful. You deserve to be loved by you. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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  • Angel (second chance) to my rainbow 🌈 baby

    I pray God send you back to me
    I loved you before I knew you
    I still love you
    Stink-stink
    My boo boo
    I will always love you
    You would have been 7 years old
    Some friends tell me Happy mothers day
    I smile to cover up the pain that’s inside of me
    It’s hard for me to open up to explain to others what happened
    I wish I knew what you would have looked like
    Still wonder if you were going to be a baby boy “Legend”
    Or a “Diamond” princess
    I wish I knew your favorite toy
    Your favorite cartoon
    favorite food
    favorite fruit
    favorite veggie
    favorite ice cream
    favorite hobby
    favorite color
    favorite book
    I know uncle Jimmy would have been your favorite uncle
    Sherice & Klanice your favorite twin aunties
    All I wanted was the best for you
    Lead you in the right direction
    I wanted you to have a father
    That knew the definition of being a father
    And act on it
    I was so happy when I confirmed I was due 3/30/2017
    But I was scared too
    So I sat down and thought everything through
    I rather have a child by a real man with father experience
    Even with no father experience but is ready and willing to sacrifice
    And do everything he can to make sure his child is well taken care of
    And I was guaranteed to have a real man that had my back one hundred percent
    Then I would have never had any doubts
    I still look at my ultrasound picture
    My body freezes up looking at my seed I was carrying
    Small thing you
    Sometimes as I sit and write
    But yet my kid not hugging or kissing me
    Or saying, “mommy I love you”
    I feel so empty inside
    The sorrow is so heavy
    So deep
    I pray God
    Bring me back my princess or prince
    Beautiful
    Handsome
    Healthy and all.

    My little angel 😇 💛

    Author Dainnese Jackson

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    • Dear Dainnese, your love for your child is evident and heartfelt. I can’t imagine the pain you’re going through. May you find comfort and healing in time. Sending you strength and love. Your little angel will always be a part of you.

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  • gorilladna shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 month, 3 weeks ago

    HEART versus MIND

    My heart says to love you

    My mind says to leave you behind

    My heart says you need me

    My mind says I’m being too kind

    My heart says forgive you

    My mind says it’s for the last time

    My heart says I’ll miss you

    My mind says stop being so blind

    My heart says that you’ll change

    My mind says it’s just too late

    My heart says there’s hope still

    My mind says you’ve sealed your own fate

    My heart says it’s broken

    My mind says to cry and move on

    My heart says it’s ready

    My mind says the heart’s never wrong

    Ricardo Albertorio

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    • Ricardo, I love this and the back-and-forth between the mind and the heart I think is something we’ve all felt at some point. That tug-of-war can drive a person crazy. I know it has for me. I love this piece. I am going to include it in our newsletter today, so please keep an eye out for it! <3 Lauren

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    • Hi! I really love the theme of contrasting the knowledge in your mind with the desires of your heart. It’s fun to see creative takes on age old adeges. Your last line really made me feel something; I felt that in my heart 🙂

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      • Thank you so much, Saga. It makes me happy to hear you enjoyed my poem. If one has to win over the other, I prefer it to be the heart 🙂

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  • Joshua (roses) shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 month, 3 weeks ago

    If Memories Could Talk

    I think I’m in love…
    Introvert at heart I was exhausted but enjoying myself like a good day at the gym
    I had been participating in some verbal jogging when the jargon interrupted the depth of my thoughts
    I wanted to go deeper, but the question brought me back to the surface
    You know, that over used, over played, over copied, get out of jail free question
    So, how did you feel, question mark
    A mental sigh fogs my mind, as I wait for the dust to settle, I try to paint what can’t be replicated in any art
    My response a cliche of my own just to joust back
    In case we’re keeping score
    I’m deadly competitive to a fault, laughing to myself touché
    Oh, my reply, I almost forgot
    The cliche runs from my mouth: the words to describe it are lost but if found it would be something like watching the American Day Dream on the big screen except you’re the main character
    When your mood matches the brightness within the sunrise of your eyes and you’re by no means even a little bit of an early bird
    You hear the sound of vinyl recorded melodies without your headphones on repeat as you brush your teeth
    The dust slowly undresses as I then get dressed
    Looking for the perfect outfit is comparable to searching for these words
    And don’t get me started on shoes
    The right pair will have everyone on there heels and can capture the eyes to the soul
    That day my soul sang solo after the shower rained down cleansing compliments
    Chanting for an encore
    The volume of the claps is turned down
    The dust has finally kissed the ground
    And for the reveal my reflection sees a familiar memory
    As my mouth curves like a rose into a shape it hasn’t felt in awhile
    I’ve been chasing this flowery feeling like the butterfly tasting the flight of bliss
    I grab as fast as I can, gripping the steering wheel headed to the destination
    Shouting I’m never letting go
    As my opposite palm holds her hand
    I want to stop to picture frame this memory
    We stop at the red light and she asks: can I borrow a forehead kiss
    I respond: as long as you come back again
    p.s. this is happiness, it was something like that…

    Roses

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    • I really enjoy your style of writing! You use a lot of literary devices like repetition, and metaphors which makes this fun to read; it’s kind of like a puzzle which is really engaging for me 🙂 I also love your vocabulary and the way you utilized words. I’m a word buff so the word “jargon” is going on my list of words to learn!

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    • This was so fun to read! My ADHD brain really appreciates the changes in pacing throughout the work.

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    • Dear Ashley,
      Your words are so sweet, positive, beautiful and kind. Thank you for lifting my spirits.

      Shelley

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  • Joshua (roses) shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    ⚠️ This letter has been reported

    Homicidal Ballad

    There was a war within the conversation
    Eight casualties reported that leaves only one left
    The gun holder hears a voice cry: what do you want from me?
    The gun confidently cocks a whisper: I want everything you didn’t give to me back
    You see in my head you were supposed to care
    Package your love as the gift I receive every second of the day
    But you were so nonchalant like the fashionable fabric that hangs off the shoulder purposely and doesn’t care about any penny pinching opinions
    Personality is fashion and doesn’t have to be understood
    I didn’t expect you to comprehend the inner workings, I just wanted you to try
    But you would rather show more interest in other things… I’m one of the reasons you’re still alive
    Funny now I got your life in my hand
    And I’m taking it, out like the trash today that has been sitting for too long
    Anger starts to cry as the gun holder exclaims say goodbye, say goodbye, say goodbye
    Can’t do it can you
    Don’t make me pull this trigger
    You ain’t never been about no action it’s always talk
    Neither have you, you were supposed lead me out of Egypt, but you just had me going in circles of your desert mind
    You were supposed to provide, but all you did was cover your tracks with paid excuses
    I know I’m not perfect and I promise I did try… I’m just still hurt, and the kaleidoscope pain made me dizzy
    It’s hard to move forward when you can’t catch balance as it falls, not to mention verbal bullets trying to permanently end the conversation
    What do you want from me?
    I want a ring, don’t casually date me be committed
    I give you a release, I am your peace, but you only tool this pleasure for your advantage, making copper from gold
    I’m a grown woman not one of your little friends
    I want you to understand my history and stop browsing
    I want you to protect me and walk on the busy side of the street
    I want to feel safe in your arms, keep all the danger locked away
    I’m a queen and want to be your friend to represent our royalty
    I want to be your inhale and you my exhale
    I’m jealous so I want to be your heart and rib
    I want you to love me the way Christ married the cross, and left little posted notes on the mirror in the form of a book for His children’[
    You wanted so much from me but never invested in me, us, our relationship has been life and death, but you keep it in the same breath… As small talk
    Then expect me to take our conversations seriously
    Well, if that’s what it’s going to be I’ll keep your letters piled up on the corner of the desk like the mail I need to throw away
    Cold steel makes me spit sweat and choke on air
    Kill shot, the gun is talking, the conversation has a period in the shape of a bullet
    The white light gets louder as I grow older
    Now what was all that talk you was saying?
    Breathing heavy, is this it, is it too late?
    Breathing heavy, She has blocked me
    She is Poetry and my blood is the ink
    I finally understand but is it too late
    Breathing heavy
    Please poetry take this writers block away from me
    p.s. she just wants respect…

    Roses

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    • This is a masterfully constructed story. From the very first word in the title, I was hooked. You take such sensitive topics and paint them into a spectrum of human emotions. This poem is very raw and I see the humanity within it. I also really like the literary devices, like the personification used to say “ the gun is talking”. Wonderful work 🙂

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      • Thank you so much for your kind words…this poem was simply me trying to capture poetry’s voice for myself as a writer. This is the first poem of a series I am writing where I explore the maturity and relationship I’ve explored with poetry.

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  • Joshua (roses) shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    Her Favorite Candle is My Cologne

    She said get dressed we’re going out
    Immediately my introverted thoughts tied me down to chair where I was watching a movie
    She could see my hesitation breathing hard so she quickly interjected
    Before you say no I took care of all the essentials, so you don’t have to worry about anything
    It’s all planned out, and I know you don’t like to always get fancy so this is more of a business casual scene
    She then casually walks away saying I need to go get ready
    We’re leaving in 40
    I leave my comfortable chair and make my way to the closet
    Trying my best to closet my anxiety
    Maybe my off whites will help me walk away from the dark thoughts
    Today feels like a bow tie day
    I usually put my cologne on last but in the rush of the moment things got mixed up
    Tree sprays and she could sense the scent in the atmosphere change
    Lust became a dangerous game
    She ran my direction and said close your eyes before she entered the room
    I don’t want you to see my outfit
    She ran up behind me and her lips hugged my cheek
    Then she walked in front of me, her hands covered my eyes
    She asked what is that you’re wearing
    As I started to speak her lips gripped mine before I could get a word out
    She said is smells sweet
    I replied: like candy
    She answered: yes
    She then proceeded to steal two more candy coated cologne kisses from me
    Now finish getting ready she whispered as she left the room
    p.s. I’m so in love…

    Roses

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    • Roses, Your story is a beautiful testament to the power of love and spontaneity. The way you illustrate the anticipation and affection is captivating. May your love story be filled with many more sweet moments.

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  • Joshua (roses) shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    Buy Her Flowers

    Roses are blue and violets are red
    When I think of you everything is backwards in my head
    Like what I usually would never do I’m now thinking about times two
    Every reservation turns into an invitation, so I made plans including dinner for two
    Her favorite flower is a rose, and what would a rose be by any other name
    If I pick a rose does it take my last name
    Roses are pink and Lilys are Lilac
    Lavender conversations tastes different when you know she has your back
    A rose tattooed on my back is dead until your finger tips hug my thorns
    A relationship embraces the pain of every fallen petal
    A rose is just a star but with you holding it I can see the galaxy
    Dreams aren’t that far away with you in the passenger seat
    She drives me crazy and I don’t mind
    What’s happiness without adversity
    Is a rose still as beautiful without the barb wire
    Roses are white and sunflowers are teal
    In a crowded room, far away, but I can still feel
    You
    U without the y. o. because something is different
    U and I could be different, and the world needs a change
    p.s. I just want to buy you flowers…

    Roses

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    • Roses,Your poetic words are a beautiful expression of love and admiration. The way you compare roses andemotions is fascinating. May your love continue to bloom and bring joy to both of you.

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  • Joshua (roses) shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    I Planted Something New

    It’s the breath I need but can’t reach
    Arms extended as far as they can reach
    But the superhero is late this time and can’t save me
    Plan ahead they say so you can make time to smell the flower things
    I’ve never been much of a gardener
    However, today I’m planting mustard seeds
    So, my confidence can age as grand as the canyon
    I can finally picture heaven in the palm of my hands with this Canon
    Camera, bombing any part of hell left in my yesterday that tries to burn my film
    Hope used to be a dream then I made my dreams come true
    Hope used to slip through my fingers but now I wear it as a cape
    Flying over depression, fear, and regret
    Debts I no longer wish to add to
    Stop subtracting from you, thinking to myself
    Hope is priceless, you don’t have to play tag with money
    That’s why the tag looks out of place in a garden
    The highest value holders are free
    Plant faith and wake up in a field of dreams
    Plant a rose and fall in love
    Plant patience and endurance will run past any future
    Harmony outlasts pains earthquake
    Honor overcomes poisoned endings
    And it gives me hope that tomorrow isn’t so bad after all
    I don’t always feel super, but I will be my own hero
    p.s. don’t forget your cape…

    Roses

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    • Roses, Your heartfelt words are a reminder of the strength and resilience within you. The way you express hope and self-belief is inspiring. Keep planting seeds of positivity and be your own hero.

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  • Author Dainnese Jackson shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 months ago

    Touched without permission (violated)

    Based on a true story

    My sibling
    Her oldest child father always gave me the creeps since i was 9 years old
    I always felt awkward around this creep
    I was so happy when this creep got sentence threw years in prison
    I did not have to see his face for a while
    My sibling accused me of having a crush
    This situation is one of the reasons
    My sibling and I cannot ever be sisters

    1998 this creep ends up getting released from prison
    My parents gave him a roof over his head
    Which was the biggest mistake ever
    When my sibling eyes were not looking
    This creep bull dog evil eyes were watching me
    When my family members were not watching this creep would stimulate his own penis with his hand
    Yo cause himself to ejaculated
    And would have a seductive smile on his dirty ass face
    He would Peek at me through the bedroom closet door that was connected to the bathroom
    This creep would watch me undress
    Or when he heard the shower water turn off
    And I would step out of the shower
    His eyes were staring at me
    I felt so violated
    My freshman year in high school
    I still remember
    I was attending Crawford High
    Living on Streamview Street
    I was so afraid of going home after school
    Because both of parents were working at the same time
    My brother would be out running the streets with his friends
    My older sibling hateful sibling would be at work or attending college
    When I used to finally arrive home from school the sick creep would be laying on the dark gray living room carpet floor watching television
    I would just walk straight back to my bedroom that was in the hallway on the left side from my parents bedroom
    Close and lock myself inside
    Put my dark beige flower couch behind my door to feel safer
    And wait for family members to come home
    I would even wait for my jealous sibling to come home so she can keep an eye on her demon
    Flash back
    I still remember this awful night like it was yesterday
    I fell asleep on the same dark gray living room carpet floor
    My Jada Pickett Smith set it off Bob braids
    The touch of this creep filthy hands touching on my behind (butt)
    While I was asleep
    Froze me
    I was froze like frozen cold ice
    My eyes lit up
    But I still did not make a move or make a sound
    The whole time this creep touching me
    I played asleep
    I cried
    After he was done touching me
    I stayed laid flatly up on my stomach
    On the living room floor for about a minute or two
    Then finally I got up and went into my parents bedroom
    Like a rabbit
    I hopped into bed with my parents
    Crying in my mother’s arms
    I felt I lost my innocence
    The sick bitch violated my freshness by touching me
    But this whole situation got swept under the rug
    Some family members even thought I was lying
    But what will I get out of lying? Nothing
    Till this day I hate this child molester
    If I was told this sick ass creep got murdered
    I will not have any remorse.

    I want to send a message to young women that has been through the same situation do not be afraid to tell somebody, even the police. Get creeps like this off the street. If a family member choose not to believe you, do not give up talking to someone and remember you are not alone.

    Dainnese Jackson

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  • Joshua (roses) shared a letter in the Group logo of ParentingParenting group 2 months ago

    My Son Remember This

    Coloring when you’re younger is letting each shade have it’s alone time
    They say elders deserve it
    But I never had the opportunity to see your hair age to grey
    You were a silver fox
    Illusive with your presence, no matter how much of a present it would be for me
    Doesn’t anyone care about how I feel
    I didn’t ask to be here, yet I am, and everything is falling apart… And I have to pick up the pieces and make something beautiful
    Whoever said horror was beautiful never had a cut deeper than the surface
    I can’t escape this horror story, and adults keep preaching about the honor they don’t even hold on to
    Your moral compass clearly was never fixed so stop trying to fix me
    I’ll do it myself just like everything else
    I don’t care if I take the long way
    What’s a little more pain with this depression
    This is what I imagined your thoughts said after you heard me communicate: mom and dad are getting a divorce
    I’m sorry to have multiplied the trend of men walking out of your life
    Son, I’m sorry and I hope you don’t keep your hands around the neck of a grudge
    My son I love you, I’m sorry your picture of love now has a crack in it,
    My everything, if you hate me and ignore everything else, please remember this: respect is earned not given
    So, learn to give it even when it’s not deserved
    Because pain can learn to heal when patience reflects
    Respect can’t be bought so don’t spend your money on brands expecting it to elevate your title
    Your name holds a weight more valuable than gold, not even the world can hold
    You, let nothing hold you back
    Dad will always have your back
    Respect those that hurt you, more than the love they didn’t give
    When you treat respect like the kindness everyone should receive you won’t have to ask for it
    Then you can paint your own future
    Coloring when you’re older is letting the paint sit at the grown folks table and mix conversation
    p.s. no matter what our colors will always match…

    Roses

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  • PRIMITIVO

    Dear Unsealers,

    I wrote this poem as an homage to our ancestors, when spirituality came before organized religion, when we viewed the world with wonder, and when we longed for understanding of life and death:

    Primitivo

    I worship the Sun

    And his daughter, the Moon

    I pray to the sky; morn, evening, and noon

    The stars I will use as my guide and my light

    To honor my ancestors throughout the night

    And I pray to the gods of the wind and the rain

    For peace and strength and no more of the pain

    For my mother, the Earth, and my father, the Sea

    Gave life and birth for me to be

    The son of comets and shooting stars

    My brothers Venus, Earth, and Mars

    Watch over me as I wake and rest

    And live my life as I do best

    For when my body returns to clay

    The stars will cradle me, and there I’ll stay

    Ricardo Albertorio

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