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  • Oswald Perez shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 days, 13 hours ago

    Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day

    Dear Unsealers,

    The 25th of March is Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day. And the month of March is Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month in the United States.

    It hasn’t been easy to say that I have cerebral palsy. As it was so present in the years that I grew up, it almost became the whole story of who I was. But I’ve come around and accepted the fact that CP is a part of my life. Yet, it’s only one part of the larger story that’s still being written to this very day.

    I’m more than the challenges present, and the same goes for everyone in the community in their own ways.

    I’ve written something in honor of the day:

    National Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day

    On the 25th of March
    An underserved community’s turn in the spotlight

    I’ve had my fair share of challenges
    From my eyes, my speech to my feet
    But I’ve risen above all of it
    To be me, a writer and traveler

    CP used to be the entire story
    Defined by all the limitations
    Now it’s just part of the plot
    Of a larger story that’s still being told

    On this day and every day
    A reminder to everyone…

    People with Cerebral Palsy
    Live lives of joy and wonder
    Unbowed by the impossible

    Even if things take more time to do
    After all, we bring our full selves to the forefron

    Oswald Perez

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    • CP used to be the entire story
      Defined by all the limitations
      Now it’s just part of the plot
      Of a larger story that’s still being told

      Oswald this is a beautiful line and piece. CP does not define your whole identity! There is so much more to you! you are wonderful. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our family. <3 Lau…read more

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  • jayybb shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 5 days, 5 hours ago

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    Healing

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  • Moxx shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 week, 1 day ago

    The Traveler

    Where have you been?
    My time traveling friend
    You’re here in the present again

    You were stuck in the past
    Confused and aghast
    Back then and forever in when

    You are never here
    Through these months and years
    When is it that you go?

    Sometimes it’s a loss
    But my hope I won’t toss
    From spring blooms to the fallen snow

    But if truth should be told
    And if the story unfolds
    Did you change everything that you could?

    For now it is now
    And I don’t know how
    You’d claim it to be as you would

    Because the trouble with time
    It only can wind
    To a future that is not yet

    However, with you
    To the future you flew
    Because time for you isn’t set

    So lonely you go
    A sad, sorry soul
    And no one can understand you

    We will meet again
    My time traveling friend
    In a world that to me seems so new

    Kristen Moxley

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    • Kristen, you express yourself so well! This is a super powerful piece. I can really feel the emotion! I am going to showcase this piece in our newsletter today <3 Lauren

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    • Kirsten, Your words paint a vivid picture of a time-traveling journey filled with longing and uncertainty. It’s fascinating to imagine the possibilities and the impact of your travels. I hope that in your quest for understanding and change, you find the answers you seek and discover a world that feels new and full of promise. Remember, even in…read more

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      • Moxx replied 1 week ago

        Thank you Kayjah! I couldn’t agree more, that there is always the potential for connection and understanding. Very eloquently put! I have often wondered what it would be like to either time travel myself, or have a friend who time travels. I can only imagine the adventures I/they would go on!

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  • Oswald Perez shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 week, 4 days ago

    Happy St. Patrick's Day!

    Dear Unsealers,

    It’s the 17th day of March.

    After years of searching for Irish blessings to post on this day, I began to write my own.

    With the luck of the Irish, comes this year’s version:

    On this, the 17th day of March
    A blessing from me to you

    May your days be filled with joy
    And all the craic spent in good company

    For the peace to ease weary times
    As the rainbows fill the skies
    Under bright blue, sunny daylight

    With sweet songs sung in tune
    Carrying this message far and wide

    In this moment of Céad Míle Fáilte
    From the Emerald Isle with love, sent across the world

    Happy St Patrick’s Day!
    Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh!

    Oswald Perez

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  • Shandi Henley shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 week, 6 days ago

    Unrequited L💔VE

    Why do I cling to love?
    A love that was never mine.
    Why would I dream of a future?
    A future that ain’t for me to picture.
    Why would I create a fantasy?
    A fantasy that was never born.
    It leaves my heart aching
    for something intangible.
    Why do I cling to love,
    a love that was never mine?
    Time and distance can have an effect on the mind yet be completely irrelevant to the heart. The heart knows what it knows
    and loves what it loves
    like it has a mind of its very own.
    It takes bravery to break old habits.
    It takes courage to sit with your own mistakes. Growth is uncomfortable.
    Why do I cling to love,
    a love that was never mine?
    Maybe it’s time to break the hold
    on a love that was never meant
    to unfold 💔

    Shandi Lynn #SadGirlChronicles

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    • The heart knows what it knows
      and loves what it loves
      like it has a mind of its very own

      That is so true! But its so not worth loving something that doesn’t love you back. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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  • Vicki Trusselli shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 week, 6 days ago

    "MEMORIES OF FRIENDS FOR A MOMENT IN TIME"

    Dear Unsealed,

    We walk through our lifetime,
    On planet Earth
    To walk
    To run
    For fun
    Of rebirth
    Of bonds of friends that intertwine
    With our everyday smiles and laughter
    Of new friendships formed as we capture
    Photographs of play and nature and all things
    Friends share experiences of human beings,
    Of life and living each day
    Along the way.
    Hear every word that I say.
    What happens when tears and heartache appear
    Among the two friends of a New Year,
    As the two friends were young and free
    As they grow up to be
    Other people as careers?
    Who will win?
    The two friends took different life paths.
    One girl goes to college to satisfy her thirsty curiosity to expand her mind.
    As she steps into the classroom of professors to combine
    Knowledge and critical thinking skills.
    In the progressive way
    Of slipping into the 21st century time
    Of creating a stream of consciousness of rhythm and rhyme.
    The other girl
    Chose another path,
    To travel
    Of motorcycles and army and other avenues
    Of life, laughter, destruction of venues
    Of sporadic adventures as the girl walks into
    The wild blue
    Of what she chooses to do
    The two friends lose touch,
    But still think about each other so much,
    Not realizing when they meet up as adults,
    They no longer have anything in common,
    As the roads they chose were different as night and day
    No reason,
    No rhyme,
    Just in time
    They go their separate ways again,
    In time they each count the actual number of true friends
    On their one hand of five fingers of expression of when
    They each discover people come into our lives,
    To stay or teach a lesson,
    And that one friend was there to care,
    At a certain point in time to bear
    A burden of friendship then flies away.
    So, I have learned that some friends go away,
    Because they were there for that time in our lives
    Then to walk a different life path of hope, despair, or strife
    And to remember it is okay.
    Bless the time
    And move forward with rhythm, rhyme, and song of space and time,
    To live.

    We accept the adventures of different roads taken,
    Of yesterday and today
    As we awaken
    To a new dawn
    A sun
    A star
    A moon,
    To you my long-ago friend of my childhood
    No worries,
    Take care,
    Live,
    Laugh,
    Care,
    Despair,
    Hope,
    And love and peace to you
    In the matrix of time and theater of life
    I choose life and creative endeavors of strife,
    Turned into light energy,
    Of the Earth
    The stars, the moon
    I will not see you soon,
    As we can no longer communicate
    About politics or life
    As we are 180 degrees away from
    Compromise or love.
    You are my past friend.
    And in the end
    I am okay.
    You are okay.
    We were meant for only childhood play.
    Sincerely,
    Vicki Lawana Trusselli

    Vicki Lawana Trusselli

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  • Jenn Moore shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks ago

    Pure Heart

    There was a time in my life I never thought I would make it but my heart is so pure, so true it just can’t be broken. You told me Ii was nothing that I’d never make it. But all along you were the one who was faking even though my poor heart was breaking. If you only knew It was yours for the taking. So many years I longed for a place I belonged, who would have thought I was wrong from the start. It started with just one little kiss but how did we end up like this? I wish we could go back to when we were kids. That is the time I have missed. Life was so easy like one two threesy. People were happy even when you got skinned knees. We played in woods, we built forts, made shadow puppets on the wall and back then we thought we knew it all. Who knew the good times we had would fall so hard. Find your heart broken to shards. There was a time when I was young, when life had only just begun, but the older that you get and time keeps on ticking by. Life hands you the gun. Will you run or pull the trigger? Be put down or stand tall and rise up bigger. This is your life at least that’s what you figure. So you keep on searching and hoping to your fragile heart from aching. Even when you feel the earth is shaking. Please don’t fool me when I am jaded. The world is so full of anger and hatred. So take my heart and please don’t break it. Why can’t we go back to the time when life was so simple. All it takes is one small ripple. Like the ocean and the tide I see much clearer now with open eyes. I won’t ever hide the person hidden deep inside. For my heart is pure I will always shine!

    Jennifer Moore

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    • Jennifer, your words resonate deeply with me. There are times when life feels overwhelming, but it’s our pure and true hearts that keep us going. Don’t let anyone’s negativity break you. Remember the joy of your childhood, and hold onto that. Remember your strength and shine brightly. Keep searching, hoping, and standing tall. You deserve…read more

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  • Jenn Moore shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks ago

    Unsinkable

    Climb aboard this sinking ship.
    Come sail across the deep blue sea.
    Help to find what was left behind.
    The treasure hidden inside my chest.
    Locked away from my duress.
    Could you be the one who holds the key.
    To set my soul and spirit free.
    Guided by the dim lit moon.
    The waves sing a lovely tune.
    The stars shine oh so bright.
    Gliding across the sea at night.
    The tides have turned.
    Its home I yearn.
    The time has come to reach within.
    I fall upon my weakened knees.
    As you slowly turn the key.
    A solemn tear runs down my cheek.
    For you have found what was left behind. The way to free my soul, spirit and mind
    As I whisper in the dark “free at last.”

    Jennifer Moore

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  • Tiffany Wyatt shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks ago

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    Love Shall Reign

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  • Lakisha Hamilton shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks, 1 day ago

    Overcoming adversity and achieving success

    In the darkness of doubt and despair,
    I carried the weight of judgment unfair.
    Bipolar, depression, schizophrenia’s shadow,
    Teachers’ words piercing like a sharp arrow.

    “You’ll never be anything, just a lost cause.”
    Echoes of doubt, reinforcing flaws.
    But deep within, a flame flickered bright,
    A spirit unbroken, ready for the fight.

    Through the storms of mental strife,
    I embraced the challenges of life.
    Rising above the cruel words spoken,
    I refused to let my spirit be broken.

    Amidst the chaos, I found my way,
    Striving for a brighter day.
    First in my family to reach that height,
    A beacon of hope, shining so bright.

    I walked the path less traveled by,
    Defying odds reaching for the sky.
    People’s eyes now filled with surprise,
    Seeing the truth behind their lies.

    I confess the pain that once held me down,
    The weight of expectations, a heavy crown.
    But in spite of it all, I stand tall and strong,
    A testament to resilience all along.

    So here I am, a survivor, a warrior true,
    Proving wrong every naysayer’s view.
    I am not defined by my past’s dark spree,
    I am here, I am free, I am me.

    Lakisha Hamilton

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    • Lakisha, This is an awesome piece. You Should use this piece for our contest that is due today. I love it. You are a warrior. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren

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  • Oswald Perez shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 weeks, 6 days ago

    International Women's Day 2024

    Dear Unsealers,

    The 8th of March is International Women’s Day.

    I wanted to show a measure of gratitude to the women in my life, from my mom, sister and all of my female friends and acquaintances. Today, tomorrow and all of the days that follow.

    It’s with that idea in mind, that the following poem comes from…

    On International Women’s Day
    A shout out to all the women

    From all walks, ages of life
    And all corners of the globe

    Showing backbone that keeps the world together
    Through shows of tenacity, strength, kindness and love

    I ought to know this for sure
    For their courage and ambition
    Coming to the forefront time and again

    I look up to the women in my life
    My mother, my sister and oh so many more
    As their encouragement makes me who I am

    We celebrate them and admire them
    Every day of the year, not just today

    Oswald Perez

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    • Aww Oswald, thank you for this. You have such a beautiful heart and I love how you celebrate others, including women. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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  • Woodson the Poet shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 3 days ago

    brown

    brown
    that was the first color i ever saw
    it was your face
    the one that belonged to the universe that carried me
    and gave me a home
    i didn’t know what brown was
    but i knew it was safe
    brown
    it was on your face
    your arms
    your fingers
    it kept me warm
    i loved brown
    brown taught me i was smart
    a part of a tribe
    a sea of brown that knew how to have a good time
    if joy and laughter and love and beauty were a color
    they would be thousands of shades of brown
    your brown face taught me i was beautifully and wonderfully and fearfully made
    from the top of my brown head
    to the bottom of my brown toes
    from my brown back to my brown nose
    brown
    the color of perfection
    because you are brown
    and when you walk into a room
    everybody looks
    because ain’t nobody seen brown so beautiful
    calm
    cool
    collected
    sweet as brown sugar
    smooth as hot chocolate
    rich and real like earth and soil
    standing tall
    regal
    royal
    but my favorite kind of brown
    is the brown on your hands
    no treasure
    no jewel
    no wealthy lands
    can compare to the richness of your
    brown hands
    because they are priceless to me
    they carried me
    fed me
    held me
    healed me
    they weathered storms and troubles seas
    they held on even when they
    wanted to let go
    they still believed even when
    they didn’t know
    as i grew up
    your hands held my hands
    and your hands held my world
    and though time has passed
    and i don’t need you to hold my hand when
    i cross the street anymore
    i still love your hands for all they still do
    i love your brown
    i love you

    Woodson the Poet

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    • Dear Woodson, The person you are decribing sounds amazing. It is so sweet of you to write a tribute to this loving individual in your life.

      Shelley

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  • Woodson the Poet shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 3 days ago

    Sunrise

    I watched the sunrise
    I watched it grow
    over earth and sky and sea
    I watched the moon as it slowly dimmed
    fading graciously
    I watched the stars in awe look down
    their faces full of wonder
    the earth stood still
    in reverence
    no wind
    no rain
    no thunder
    I watched it
    brighter
    brighter still
    impressing birds and trees
    warming everything it touched
    caressing lakes and leaves
    I watched it blind courageous ones
    who dared to stop and stare
    it even blessed the ignorant
    the ones who didn’t care
    I watched the sun
    it shone so bright
    out there for all to see
    and what an overwhelming
    and thrilling thought
    to realize
    the sunrise
    it…
    was me

    Yeshara

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  • Dominique Nesbitt shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 4 days ago

    love letter from my future self

    I am writing to remind you that the way you love yourself—is also the way you allow others to love you as well. I am writing to remind you that loving yourself means more than simply loving the parts that you are most proud of.

    It is peeling back the perceptions, misconceptions, and projections. It is loving past, present and future you; all the varied iterations beloved anew. It is gazing longingly within. It is lifting the veil—accepting and releasing all you’ve been: the monsters and angels both.

    It is forgiveness for not always being the very best version of yourself, allowing even you to make mistakes. It is making peace with yourself so you can be at peace with other people. It is pure inner G/energy.

    It is preemptively setting the stage each day—via your preferred method of attaining your most aware state—so that your focus is maintained on fun and play—simply because you deserve to feel good. Allowing each day to be dimpled with love and laughter as each could.

    It is being capable of keeping commitments to yourself. Where self compassion and self actualization meet, love is an endless well. The more that you pour into yourself, the more you become a living self love spell. Such great love can only expand to reach everyone else.

    I am writing to remember that the way I love myself is also the way I allow others to love me as well. I am writing to remember that loving myself means more than simply loving the parts that I am most proud of.

    I am writing to remember.

    Dominique Nesbitt

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    • Dear Dominique,
      What positive, encouraging words you have written. I love the message to love all of yourself not just the parts you are most proyd of. I hope you continue your journey of positivity.

      Shelley

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  • Carolyn-Jean Cox shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 6 days ago

    I Love Her

    I am most beautiful
    When I am myself
    In the most
    Raw and vulnerable form
    After I’ve danced
    And my hair sticks
    To my sweaty forehead
    After I’ve laughed so hard
    My smile can’t help but linger
    Once I am done crying
    Alone on my dirty floors
    And I look into the mirror
    Staring into my puffy eyes
    I think,
    I love her
    She dances
    She laughs
    She feels feelings so loudly
    And she loves even louder
    She is most beautiful
    In these moments

    Carolyn-Jean Cox

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    • Dear Carolyn,
      Your words remind me to love myself fully even when I am at my worst. We all have moments of vulnerability. You remind me to remain confident and proud!

      Shelley

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  • Oswald Perez shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 3 weeks, 6 days ago

    Welcome To March

    Dear Unsealers,

    It’s the first day of March.

    A new month has just begun. 31 new days to make them as we wish.

    As the new month begins, it’s a season of transitition. From adding more daylight to the days, to the first traces of spring appearing.

    With the new month beginning, it’s my custom to welcome it in verse.

    A moment to welcome the month of March
    31 new days have just arrived

    A month that’s full of transitions
    From the clocks switching ahead an hour
    To winter’s last hurrah, as spring knocks on the door

    To celebrate patron saints, Lá fhéile Pádraig & Dydd Gwyl Dewi
    And painting the town green, in honor of Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month

    As the UEFA Euros finalize their 24, MLS & the NWSL begin and MLB’s just a first pitch away
    The Madness of 68 college basketball teams reigns

    The first quarter of 2024, its ending coming near
    There is nothing to fear and everything to embrace

    Oswald Perez

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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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  • ashleyg9393 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 weeks ago

    My version of gratitude.

    My version of gratitude

    Hello to the day, beautifully curated with sunlight, greenery and birds cheering us on.
    Today I’ll take you on, with grace, and effort better than the last.
    I pray to the heavens where my father resides, and he sends down a shower of blessings.
    I greet those that I love far and near, some with hugs, others with yellow hearts and kind words.
    Using my mind and body to get things done, although it’s not a joy, at least I have the ability.
    Spending time on my hobbies, creativity flows effortlessly through my veins.
    Carving out the time for each goal on my list because procrastination and I are on the verge of a breakup.
    By the time the moon clocks in, and the stars provide company, I’ll eagerly find relaxation.
    Aimless scrolling as I wind down, and brown noise until I’m asleep.
    I could complain about how imperfect everyday is but I’ll take a rain check.
    Right now, I’m just grateful to be here.

    Ashley Graham

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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 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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