There is a sea of unknown feet that no one has ever managed to travel down completely without abandoning ship.
The weight gets too heavy and that beautiful shore up the line seems easier and more ideal to dissect.
I am a whirlwind of experience and exploration.
A funnel that’s full of broken pieces of homes and shattered picture frames, flying chaotically through the darkness.
But I am also that Sunday blueberry pie your grandma baked and is resting by the window.
Decadent, filling and full of love. The warmth of a soothing bite that makes you tear up and smile.
I’m the best bite you’ll ever taste and sharpest piece of glass you’ll ever feel.
Life is certainly premeditated, at least mine is. I’m sure humans are walking this planet that lack a soul, maybe by never having one at biological birth, or losing it somewhere along the way. The details of others’ destined paths I’m not certain. I’m hardly certain of my own.
I’ve known and fully believed for many years, that my soul chose this human life for a reason, or even a few of them. I’m also open to the heavy possibility of there being multiple versions of myself living all at once; past, present, and future Corts in every dimension. So basically endless Corts through the fibers of spacetime. I count on their guidance and keep them in the loop of my life hoping it keeps me connected to them.
This one though, this dimension and this Universe, This is the one I’m in and I know there’s a reason, a beneficial purpose. I have run into some cute, little, star-dusted reminders that I am only partially from this Earth in this human journey that I’ve Chosen.
It’s ridiculous to think that my most recent cosmic coincidence came from a potential jewelry idea. It clicked that my kid’s zodiac signs are my BIG 3. It took me almost 8 years to notice because I haven’t always been aware of what my big three were. It wasn’t until these last few years that I started diving deeper into my spirituality to express and avenge my higher self.
I’ve always been in tune with myself and with the little people I made and introduced to Earth. I know they are meant for me, as I am for them. Through loving and guiding them, I can love and guide the little Cort that’s in all of them, healing the one that’s in me.
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~ Arriving in the Winter, a fortnight late on the middlemost day of February, I am an Aquarius Sun. Boldly communicative and rational. Deep-thinking and creative, Aquarians are natural-born unconventional artists. With that comes stubborn independence and a lack of impulse control. That small description perfectly sums up not only myself but my oldest son. Colt was also two weeks late, landing his arrival at the end of January, making him too, an Aquarius Sun. Our brains are wired almost identically. He struggles and wanders the exact way I did. This kid and I have been soul-bonded since my blood became his which is why it’s always made sense we shared this sign. Our ponders come with purpose and our wanders aren’t mindless, we are very much in our mind. So deep, we leave our bodies behind. We’re often misunderstood and criticized, it’s hard to be patient with us from the outside. I can be his voice when he can’t find the words to be sure he’s taken seriously. And assure him that his mind works with his quirks.
~ I had my first two kids in the same place I was born. Technically, moved a little and rebuilt but, under the same set of stars. Being born under those stars that cold February morning makes me a Taurus Rising. That implies that I’m determined as a Taurus because I come off calm and together (not always the case). It supports my Aquarian talents when it comes to art and leadership, suggesting I try to bring harmony and understanding to conflict. My first was an emergency surgery, so my second needed to be a scheduled one. I picked the furthest date possible; my first was overdue and turned out perfect. Repeat, please. That made me a week and a half past due. I was only 20, star placement hadn’t even crossed my mind. Having Lakyn Reid at the end of April made him my Taurus Sun son. He is talkative, clever, and emotionally determined, but also headstrong and stubborn. He’s always moved at his own pace and won’t be bothered by anything outside of his interest. It’s interesting that my Lake and I share this particular sign in this relation. My ego has been starved and fed on a fluctuating scale throughout my human walk, but my appearance has always been my most perceivable quality, good and bad. When my blood became his, he became another version of me. He could be my clone, we are identical. He’s got the quick wit and vast sense of humor I cultivated, that kept me likable when my appearance couldn’t. He will struggle and thrive at the hands of his appearance, all I can do is help him love himself sooner than I did.
~ The Waning Cresent moon was high and mighty that morning and ensured that I was blessed with a Sagittarius Moon placement. The set stage for my emotions and the door to my intuition; my Sag Moon is responsible for my narrowly optimistic outlook and my yearning for the freedom to take wonderous adventures in search of something deeper, to find a fulfilling purpose… I was medically and legally infertile when my blood became Korbyns. By my third, I was confident in my power to start my child’s life when I wanted them out of me and our daughter wasn’t much different. Arriving the first week of December, Korbyn Teal locked in her Sagittarius Sun with plenty of lag room all around. She’s loving, energetic, and curious. She’s so smart and loves to learn, always asking questions, and always looking for answers. This girl is full of spunk and confidence in a way I never was. She will speak up when I didn’t. Learn and grow in a way I couldn’t mentally or physically. I can support her and give her the tools to be great and do great things by just being her.
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I’m not sure if this is common, maybe other parents can relate. I can’t take credit because it was unintentional on my part. The Universe, however, knew exactly what it was doing. This creative twist shows me that I’m on course and things have always been going exactly as they’re supposed to.
Many will say they are your friend,
But will they be there until the end?
Will they bestow a helping hand?
Lifting you up, so you can once again stand?
Even when you’ve butted heads
And can’t take back words you’ve said,
Will they venture across the divide,
Just to stand there by your side?
Will they tell you what you need to hear?
Or do they sugarcoat you out of fear?
Do they have an honest heart?
Or do they speak ill of you when you’re apart?
Are they the type to help you grow?
Or do they drag you to the depths below?
Are they there in your times of need?
Or will they take advantage of you for their own greed?
Will they carry you through your pain?
Or forsake you for their own gain?
Many will say they are your friend,
But when push comes to shove, you will find their love is just pretend
With that said, a true friend you must also be
So be not the one who’s absentee
Be gentle with true friends. We aren’t always on parallel paths. We intersect and diverge, not always of our own doing. Use honest discernment, as you should disregard those who treat you poorly and give grace to those who walk along side you in peace. Even if for a moment. Live in peace, love yourself
CBRiddle
Signs that a man has truly grown
Is when he’s able to see life through eyes not his own
When he stops chasing after the foolish things he seeks
And knows when to bridle his tongue and when to speak
When he is able to quiet his soul
Walking in temperance and self control
When he’s willing to forsake his pride and make himself low
Making himself not a spectacle or show
When he sees others as greater value than he
When his hands are shackled, yet his heart remains free
When he’s able to overcome fear
And willing to let go of his own life and well being, which many hold dear
When the desire of his heart is to give
So that those around him may live
When regardless of his position
He never forgets the art of submission
When in the face of adversity he stands
But to his enemies he’s still willing to bestow a caring hand
When nothing is able to quench his love
That he may mirror the God in heaven above
When he seeks after the truth of Christ divine
For the fruit of a man’s growth, these are the signs
Donald, what an inspiring message! You have persevered through so much and I’m so proud of you!! Your growth is obvious and your ability to overcome fear is very admirable. Great work!!
If only, if only, this little ol’ me
Could inspire just one, how wondrous that’d be.
I could win the lottery, share my great wealth,
Buy homes for veterans, grant them good health.
Adopt all their pets, and feed children in need,
Clothe them and house them, fulfill every need.
But how can I, just small me, spread cheer?
As Buddy the Elf says, “Sing loud for all to hear.”
Yet that’s not my vibe, not these days, I find,
So I’ll do it the old-fashioned way, kind.
By being myself, with a caring heart,
Sharing a smile, a hug, a heartfelt start.
Being there for the grieving, a comforting hand,
Kissing the boo-boos, helping them stand.
It’s not much to boast, it’s not grand or new,
But to inspire, I’ll simply be true.
This is all I know, the way I can be,
To inspire with love—just letting me be.
Marli, this is so sweet. Even though you have changed as a person, you have always kept your kindness. I know I don’t know you, but even through the screen I can tell that you’re a great person! ❤️
Broke my limbs and tore my spirit
As I walked and smelled debris
I could barely talk
Was hard of hearing
Even lost feeling in some places
Some places still looked nice
But they were broken
Why am I the chosen
To see these things
To be unfazed after the truth
After the storm and troops
Everyone is gone
No sound but mine
Where do I go and be fine
Limping on distraught knees
Existing with little breathing
I continue…
Down the wary roads
As I see the smoke
As the rain provokes
My will elopes
And I continue…
Through the Hurricane
Titus, this captures your emotion so well and in such a visual way. I am sorry you are going through a hard time. This piece reminded me of a quote: “When you are going through hell, keep going. ”
Titus, what an inspiring poem! You have endured so much and I am so proud of you for persevering even at your lowest times. Great poem and a great message.
What is the point of holding a grudge?
To carry along a heart full of hate?
To stand firm in wrath, and not budge
For it is but a burdensome weight
One must learn to forgive
To let streams of mercy flow
For their own spirit to live
One must learn to let go
Why must one torment their own soul?
Why must one harden their heart like slate?
For vengeance is but an empty hole
And it’s endless cycle shall be one’s fate
It has been said, an eye for an eye
But I simply ask why?
Life is short, and one day we die
So why is mercy something that we deny?
Harken unto this decree
Forgive and be free
Looking back you will see
Bitterness only holds you back from all you can be
Like venom in your veins
Circulating through your blood
When hatred reigns
One may as well be laid to rest in the mud
Living but not alive
Overcome by offense
Forward on they’ll strive
Until they get recompense
Consumed
Hurt ever looming
Never healing
Internally reeling
The torment won’t cease..
Forgive…
Release…
Live…
Find peace
Donald, great work! Even though forgiveness can be difficult and trust may take a while to regain, I am glad that you have recognized what is best for you and what will help you become a better person. Great message!
Girl, you better get ready, and hold on tight! You, my dear, are in for the ride if your life! You will be surprised, stunned, scared, and more. You will wonder at the beauty life has in store. When the time comes you will cry as never before, but fret not love, for they will be tears of joy. And though you will live through the darkest of days, in the end, you will be okay. So remember this as you walk bravely through time: God has his reasons, and you shall be just fine.
Aww, this is beautiful. And you are right. You will be just fine. This piece really took me on the rollercoaster that is life. I could totally feel it. Thank you for sharing. 3 Lauren.
Love this!! The beauty of life is that you never know what is coming for you next. No matter what happens, you indeed, will be just fine. Great work ❤️
Love can be so heartbreaking and hard at times. but take all that love you have inside and give it to yourself, and then the love you decide to share with others will be magnified.
You are perfectly enough. You are you and don’t change yourself just to be loved by the wrong person. I know it’s difficult to change your mind and lose an attachment to a person that you loved, but your life will improve when you realize that someone who really loves you wouldn’t ever make you feel the way you do now.
Typos are a common everyday problem. Not only does it reflect poor grammar but, it causes miscommunication. It starts to rain and writers get abused and lazy. The critical experiences were unheard. It all goes against all the hatin. The root of all evil decides to get a little greater when dealing with typos. And it shows how things can be harsh. The future ain’t as bright as the day before the night is out. Even with the highs and lows of grammar. Me being the underdog of the herb. But aint done dirt when your next move is heard. They all consider this lyrical jerk.
The truth becomes hard to understand. My enemy of publishers is the upper hand. Some things are out of our control as far as what “they” look for and what “their” target audience is. We can do less about our jobs and our selves. All we can do is express ourselves. We can’t hold back in fear because of typos and let it consume us out of guilt. Sometimes I stay in the same lane but, I don’t know what I’ll find. Writers conduct with a conscience and purpose in mind. I have often have remained ashamed of the time we lost our label.
As if we were education and a lot of tough crimes could be so blind. If we understand the consequences of our existence. Theres no reason to have any resistance. We have the kind of knowledge that will destroy the people in the world. But because we have no confidence of our own we are afraid of the careless movement of typos. We don’t have a problem because we don’t care about anything because of the obvious present stubble. Everybody knows we are untouchable. You cant just throw your cards on the corner. So, we re-create our image. We are the writers of the future with our inner self.
Aww Tracie! I hope you never let the fear of a typo hold you back from expressing yourself. This piece is super creative and well-written. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren
Tracie, you are so creative!! I know that it may be hard to express yourself in such a vulnerable way, but feel free to keep sharing! We all would love to hear about your experiences and you never know, maybe hearing what happened to you might make someone else feel more normal and help them out a bit! Great work ❤️
Was driving home from work after not having the greatest night… and I saw a guy, with his hazards on, pushing his van…
I came back around and asked him if he needed some help (along with another person who had stopped) and he said that he had run out of gas. I told him that I needed some, too, and to hop in my car.
We pull up to the gas station and there’s a container sitting right next to the pump. Could not have scripted it better…
While I was filling the container, we were talking and he told me how thankful he was… I said that it was no problem and that he had to pay it forward. He then told me that a few days earlier, he had helped a man who was suicidal. I said that’s amazing and that this is just coming back to him for doing the right thing!
My point in telling this story is that the world is not as bleak as it is made out to be… times are obviously very tough right now, but there is still something to be said for helping each other out. I told the guy as he was leaving that good deeds go in a cycle, from one person to the next… we hugged and went on our separate ways, both better for having met each other.
“Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on Earth.”
Wow, I love this! Kindness really does repay itself! What you give is what you receive and this is applicable in so many ways!! You will feel better about yourself having done a kind deed and you will be so appreciative when someone helps you out with their kindness! Great message! Thank you for always being kind ❤️
Dear Unsealers,
Time- can have a frame
Within it, many things can be contained
Time- can never be restrained
It runs within seconds of its domain
Every minute is within it
It stops or its infinite
There are clocks of all kinds
Catch up or get left behind
But beware of father time
Some things remain some things never last
But what do you think about these little grains of sand
Flowing In the hourglass
Time- will be a part of your future, present, and past
You can have so little
You can have too much
I have never seen time on my hands
Because it is something I can’t touch
Time- can have an effect In many different ways
24 hours In a day
It can be a part of your healing, grief, or pain
Should I go or should I stay
There’s a Time for everything
But never a wrong time to pray
Over Time there’s nurturing and growth
Destruction or decay
Sun up or sundown
The only thing that matters
Is that the world keeps turning to circle back around
This makes It worth my while
Another way to tell Time is by looking at a sundial
Time can be used wisely or wasted
Once it’s gone you can never replace It
Maybe Time doesn’t even exist
And life just is what it is
Now this got me thinking
That the present is the gift
This thing ticks and it toks
It’s a tower or a wristwatch
Time-is needed to evolve
The cicada to do its mating call
Someone else’s Time is not parallel to mine
But we make connections
To see who’s on the other line
One thing is for certain either you do
Or you don’t have the Time
Better late than never
Watch the moon and stars appear
Time- is of the essence in our atmosphere
This could be your last ticket
Or your last shot
Either way sometimes
Time- is all we got.
James this is soooo good. I have thought a lot about time and how it changes us – some ways good and some ways not as good. But at the end of the day, I think, as you wrote, we just have to be grateful for the moment. Thank you for this wise and thought ful piece. <3 Lauren
James this is such a creative piece! Time is so valuable. We all need to be grateful for the time we get to spend with others, the time we get to spend having fun, and just in general the time we have! Life is a privilege and we should never take it for granted. Love this!!
A lot of guys get lost in your eyes
But I found myself in those depths that galaxies rest in
Your eyes hug stars and sprinkle glitter for their shimmer when the sun wants to shine
I didn’t know it then but when momma would sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it was a love song
Because I’m one of the dots to your constellation and the others are the children
Our love is so good it should be a sin
God forgive me, I know I’m not supposed to look directly at you
But your daughter has your eyes, and I can’t stop staring
She helps me stay centered with you when I get full of myself
Seeing my reflection in her eyes is one of my favorite things because it’s a moment of Trinity
God eyes saying straighten up son
Your eyes whisper I love you
My eyes catch us with His hands and say I’ll hold your heart
Followed by, I love you too
Our eyes share an embrace that never let’s go in silence
But anyone who sees the way I look at you hears the softness of a love song
They covet the way my eyes hold you like I hold the hand of our child
Their eyes have never seen a sight that sounded so pure
And anyone who sees the way your eyes reply to me, listens to that unforgettable poem on repeat
Then they get lost trying to find your gaze under my sunset
So, the closest thing to feeling that poem, is to hit repeat on this memory
I can’t help but smile when I see your eyes talk about us
p.s. your eyes make the best ASMR…
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.
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 ‼️
Melinda, this is beautiful, and I think it really captures how a lot of writers and poets feel. It’s like the words channel our emotions and hold us till we find the light or maybe even guide us towards the light. Thank you for sharing! <3 Lauren
Melinda, what a beautifully written poem. Your words are so relatable for me! It can be hard to fight off the negativity and sadness in our lives! I am glad you shared this to make me and so many others feel not alone in this journey.
I LOVE this. And it really made me think of my finace yelling at me to get off my phone. It really is hurting our relationships and so much more. This is such a creative way to make a poignant point. I will be including this piece in our newsletter today (Friday). Check it out :). Thanks for sharing your talent with us. You are amazing. <3 Lauren
Woah. This is eye-opening. Society today is so glued to screens and I completely agree, it is affecting our quality of life! Being someone who is on a screen a lot and is trying to cut back, it can be so difficult to refrain from the use of them. Our brains are wired to want it, like a drug. It is scary and I hope we can find a way to stop this.
I walked in the house-huge it was,
seems I walked for miles.
May a church mouse-full of love,
Begetting me on trial?
What are you doing here-I heard,
Why such the long face without smile?
Then at the top-I overheard,
“Child, be thankful for the whiles.”
I thought, “How silly-in the kitchen here,
What a great-aged bottle of wine…
Sure would taste good-I wish I could,
Drink the sweet of this vine”!
Then I thought, “I’m just a branch,
On the true Vine I hang…
No need to feel fine with fake romance,
God’s Goodness caused me to change”!
How would be-if I got caught,
Cheating on my Lord?
Then came to me-in my mind brought,
A Word sharper than all 2-edged swords…
It cut my thinking away from drinking,
Saying, “Look straight with thine eyes…
For if you drank, and even gave thanks-
Your foolishness would prove unwise”!
Then I just looked a little farther to see-
A deceiving snake staring back at me.
He said, “Just drink, I may not bite…
But I will sting and mar your life”!
So I looked again and heard with all,
My common sense telling me-not to take the fall!
So I didn’t, I quit it-And I will drink no more…
For when I get tempted-my Overcomer is the Lord!!!
you are that which calls,
silky flowing hair,
deep eyes to die in,
diamond in form,
i bow to your waist,
lay my head at your hips and pray,
you are poetry,
but it’s not your body that i want,
it’s the body you’re inside of,
and i want inside,
i want to share your mind,
to see me how you see me,
to see you how you see you,
to break free from the chains of the material world,
and intertwine with your spirit,
a coil forming around a love without word,
a love there is no word for,
hermetic, prometheus, my punishment is for daring to breach the seal that binds us to being,
my punishment is that i cannot be part of you,
serpentine.
Dear Unsealers,
My rhymes are about addiction
and how it inflicted pain and infliction
now I can no longer tell the difference
between fact or fiction
a whole world of indifference
I just lost interest
couldn’t be sufficient
But I can go out and get high
and die in a instant
or nothing to show
I lost my glow i had as a infant
for instance a stronger inner self
Is what I’m missing
steady building better intuition
My daughter needs daddy to be more sufficient
I can hold more significance
you seen me up close
and you seen me from a distance
you can do the most
and have a toast to my existence .