Dear Sports,
Sometimes love comes into our lives early and easily. That’s the case with you. I remember meeting you around age four or five, but it could have been even younger. I lived on a cul-de-sac, and all the kids on our street would regularly play kickball in the circle. We’d play for hours, sometimes mixing in tag or hide and see […] View
Dear Daddy,
My earliest memory of you was getting a goodbye kiss in the morning before you would go off to work. I would have my head on the pillow and you leaned down, gave me a kiss on the cheek and say I will see you tonight. I was the oldest of 3 girls so I had some special alone time with you. For example, when I was about 8 years old…read more
Your poem is so inspiring. Especially for raising the next generation of men. I have 2 boys and at the age of 2 their grand parents say he’s too big to be crying. At 2! It’s so frustrating. Yes they deserve flowers too. They deserve to show emotion without judgement.
At 32 the men around Me were still crying and Im sure your Grandparents cried at 42 and 52 and so on and so forth. We have to come to grips with the reality of dropping “gender specific roles and behaviors”, we are all human and allowed to express ourselves positively as such. Keep allowing them the space to cry, to be tucked in to express…read more
It’s no secret! Everywhere we turn, everywhere we look; we are being lied to. As I lay on a thorny bed of lies forced to endure my racing beta thoughts. Grief struck me with the force of lightning, for my thoughts once naively lain upon the idea that the people running the world would never deceive us.
Elected officials are akin to the wagging t…read more
I have always said it takes a tragedy to change people’s minds on what they believe. It’s always been that way. By the time they realize that they need to be the change it’s so bad that the pivot and walk the other way.
I don’t know if you will remember me, but I wanted to let you know, I will never forget you. I was the young mother trying so desperately to survive. Hands holding on to my two little boys, and a car seat at my feet, and had my little ones so closely by my side as I checked into the hotel.
I was exhausted and I was terrified. I think you saw…read more
Changing the world is a daunting task; all the dust and debris that we can not unsee. Crime and killings are almost as common as finding a dime on the street and the amount of homeless people is not a sight to see. These are the poor aspects of the place that we live in, but don’t have to live in a world that we aren’t proud to see! How do we cha…read more
Kale, I wished it were all as simple as you so wonderfully wrote in your letter. Exchanging the weapons for an act of gratitude and the homelessness situation under control would be ideal. I too agree EVEVRYONE should have a decent place to lay their heads. Great poem!
What you speak of is a utopian that I hope one day we can experience. I agree that every deserves a decent place to lay their head and a simple compliment can change someone’s day.
It is a shame that we shame a woman who feels what she feels between her legs when a man aware of his power is there because she was never afforded that comfort, first, in her father’s arms: so now she feels safe in a devil’s charm.
A man willing to wear vulnerability on his sleeve and shed pent up tears of fury from years of violence and sil…read more
“Together again.. Mmmmmuuaaahhh, one more time.. mmmuuaaahhh” Drawn back in time to early mornings, jumping in mommy and daddy’s bed, my father’s deep, cheerful yet monotone chant, to give me kisses while singing rings loud in my head in the middle of this present spring time night. May 3rd 2023, My daddy, pops, children’s grandpa, took his last…read more
Beautiful, I lost my father, as well as my mother to whom I was very close, so what you feel for your father, I feel for my mother. Yes, I miss my father as well, but we were never that close. The most I remember of my father is his preaching and his discipline. Our mother was the backbone of our family, the one who was truly there for us, and…read more
We are children who sit alone in the dark.
Always just out of reach of the lights and sounds outside the door.
We can see out of our windows the sight of lovely larks.
It tells us that unlike them for us there’s not much more.
Their flights just make our eyes glue even more to the dark floors.
Everything we’ve heard them say a reinforcement tha…read more
Wow this is such a great representation of what healing looks like. I can say now that my perspective has shifted. Thank you so much for sharing this poem. <3
I’m so glad that it was able to mean something to you and that it inspired you to comment. Healing looks differently for everyone but I always help that anything I write can help someone. Thank you <3
Wow. This speaks volumes. Your poem is so powerful with meaning. I wish for a world where women are valued like men and respected. Thank you so much for sharing.
“Together again.. Mmmmmuuaaahhh, one more time.. mmmuuaaahhh” Drawn back in time to early mornings, jumping in mommy and daddy’s bed, my father’s deep, cheerful yet monotone chant, to give me kisses while singing rings loud in my head in the middle of this present spring time night. May 3rd 2023, My daddy, pops, children’s grandpa, took his last…read more
This line is so true, “Remember that he wouldn’t want me stressed, heart broken or afraid, but at peace, loved and bold to keep going. ”
He would want you to be at peace and keep going. He sounds like he was and is a wonderful father. I teared up reading your letter. No matter how old we get, I think we a…read more
Kindness has been hidden, everyone is so guilt ridden and full of fear. Believe in your neighbors. Reach out to someone that is struggling.Check on your friends daily. Be the example of love. In my bubble, I feel that judgement is far too common, jealousy is a curse and that negativity is contagious. Greed and power are handed out to those who…read more
Have you ever given much thought about plants and how they grow? I have. When I was younger I would sit myself in front of our houseplants captivated by them, observing every minuscule change that had occurred since the last time I’d sat with them. Noticing a plant that looked sickly, dotted with many brown specks a…read more
To the kind lady at Target who bent down to tie my shoe because you understood too, how hard Motherhood is. You saw me balancing a baby on one hip, all while trying to checkout and make sure my autistic two year old didn’t take off in the opposite direction ( as he so often does.)
You didn’t watch me struggle and pass me by, you…read more
🥹 Woah. How I can relate. Your words describe such a beautiful interaction. They bring a silent heartwarming acknowledgement among all young mothers just trying to raise their beautiful babies the best way that they know how. Thank you for this letter ❤️
Hollie,
I know I’ve said this one before, but it is Mother’s Day weekend. So, I figured I’ll say it again.
Sunday marks Mother’s Day. Without mothers, none of us would even be here. Most of us only have one mom. If we’re lucky, we come across women who become a person’s second mom.
You’re my second mom. We’ve rooted each other on and prayed for…read more
Aww, this is so sweet. I am sure Hollie feels so loved and appreciated by you. You are such a sweet and kind soul. I am grateful you are part of our community. <3 Lauren
I am a busy guy. There’s no denying that. In fact, my work week sees me writing practically every single day. I’m not one to complain. I love what I get to do every day.
Not everyone has that luxury to be able to go to work and know that they’ll enjoy what each day brings. I consider myself fortunate to be able to do that.
When the work day…read more
That’s great and Good for you. Anything we can do to relax and take time out for our mental health is something we all need to do. Relax, unwind and gather all that was done in the day, and or the week and reflect back on possible mistakes and/or the great things you’ve done and take it all in. Think if there’s anything you may need to do over…read more
Power Wash Simulator is one of the best video games out there. It has the right mix of fun factor and challenge, which is crucial toward a video game’s success on the market. The producers had no idea that the game would be a hit.
I, too, need to unwind sometimes. For me, its exercise or TV. Sometimes I binge-watch one show. Right now, I am watching old-school Sex and the City episodes.
Hopefully, these are the uncensored versions of the episodes. Sex and the City, much like some of the other shows initially airing on premium cable, have had to be scissored when entering broadcast syndication. Tales From the Crypt had a plan to make the edits less noticeable: Certain scenes in the syndicated cuts of Tales From the Crypt were…read more
Its was Thursday, May 11th, 2022, my husband agreed to go to urgent care because he had the pain that of a kidney stone, which he’s prone too. Results of the urine analysis showed traces of blood, consistent with a kidney stone trying to pass. The doctor sent us on our way with meds and a script for an MRI if the stone had not passed in 24 h…read more
Usually, when one writes a cover letter, one details the education and related experiences – what “qualifies” them for the job. I did not; I told a personal story of how my life experience is more important than any bullet point highlighting my work skills and accomplishments.
The position I applied for is working with a media company as a…read more
Jake, I love this piece. I am glad that you see that what’s makes your different is what makes you great, and to highlight that every chance you get. Keep chasing your dreams while staying true to who you are and what you bring to the world. Thank you for sharing. ❤️lauren
I agree. Even thought I haven’t written a letter, I still come across amazing writing and amazing people. Ready through these stories opened up a new avenue of poetry and story writing I never knew about
"Language of Love: Feasting on the Black Beauty of Seasons"
Behold the celestial canvas above, strewn with the starry gems of our dreams, shimmering in the darkness like a black velvet cloak. Such is the beauty that captivates our gaze, and as we reach out to touch it, we are blessed with the manifestation of love.
The touch of language, like a soft caress, weaves a tapestry of words that paints a picture…read more
Rashan, I feel like this poem is such a wonderful reflection of your ability to see what really matters and what really makes people and the world beautiful. Thank you for sharing!!! <3 Lauren
I believe that your writing will evolve and grow. I believe that if you keep going with your poetry you’ll be an amazing writer. Just follow your heart and I’m sure it will work out for you.