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She's a Wild Woman, She is out in this world, that is so full of Darkness, but was once a young girl, This World has manipulated, and has taken away her youth, It has shielded her eyes with lies, instead of telling her the full truth, A young little girl, brought up in a world of hate, Who was told so many false dreams, At this point, for her, it's too late There's a little girl out there today, who was given false hopes, and desires, Was told that she would never make it, Only needing someone to Inspire. If only someone would encourage her, and Let her know that it would be Okay, There are people out there who could help her, Llift her up, and continue to Pray. B.R. Date: 8/24/2025
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Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 11:13 PM UTC
Wild Woman
New beginnings are in order. It’s time to start again. Begin a new chapter. Make a new friend. Don’t close the book. Don’t call it an end. You are only getting older. You will not break if you bend.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:22 PM UTC
39/8 "Start Again"
Uphill battles may be ahead, but they are also behind us. Do not follow Sisyphus’s footsteps. Reach your goals and be complete.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
22/4 "New Beginnings"
The courage to encourage (‘tis no accident the overlapping of these two words) <•> tilling the fields of beautifully and freshly seeded words, gift wrapped in the essays of the experimenting, carefully and carelessly toe dipping in the tooling of shapes and paintings sourced from a mere handful of twenty six water colors, in fresh water streaming waterfalls of: knew new eyes new words newly hewn combinations all upon the early morn bluey sketch, against a noisy background of a new day’s first blushing when the rested brain is so, so receptive to newness, itself a word of a délicieuse lovely phonic mouth treat at 6:35an on an ordinary Thursday and now an extraordinary Thursday, when my inbox of old eyes is delighted and crinkly smiling at the enduring uncovering of daring, earning while yearning, poets eager to give us freely the first fruits of their  hybrid creations makes an old man weep new tears, to accompany him till the end of the day, each tear a diatom of lace upon an endless river of, well, the everything, a knitting of letters flaring up with a robust, Hey! I am here, I am aborning so glad to make your acquaintance                           nml
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Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 7:15 AM UTC
The courage to encourage
Come and awaken from slumber and let the breeze kissed leaves speak, In ancient languages, whispers of ages of bygone days, Hear the story of the natural realm, fantasy tales unfold, Greet the new day as the first to tread upon its path. Come, to the fields of paradise, it awaits the next one frolicking, Untouched beaches and ocean waters remain unexplored, Creatures of wonder and beauty dwell in distant lands, The time has come, embrace the unknown fall with bravery. Come and join me now, savor the wine of life, toast and cheer, Rush towards the unknown, guided by blind faith, Create your own destiny until the end of time, Take flight with me and soar above the clouds, touch the sky, Come, conquer darkness with reckless abandon, Let it draw strength from our unknown roads, Meet me where land meets sea, where the tide conveys its secret knowledge, The answer to life's mysteries lies in fleeting moments, be fearless. Come, where curious creatures reside under the canopy in rest, Etched in the pages of a lover's gaze, offer the crimson rose, Return to the time of youth, echo in laughter once again, Run and dance without care, build a house in a tree. Come to a home forged through bonds of friendship, grace, and peace, Write a melody that only we can truly understand, A song in tune with the spirit of rebirth and the enlightened, Live, taste and see that it is good, now is the time, experience your worth.
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Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 6:25 PM UTC
Strive The Abundance
Manifest me But what does that look like Broken apart peice by peice Entangled in what I was and what i want to be now Enticed in an illusion of what I should be Confused be the illustrations of my life those far Colored in the lines for so long Outside the box was insecure Now the picture I want to paint is no work of art Impressions of the life I once had It's so shaded so unclear When I could no longer out run the past I tried to stay in the colors of simplicity But where did that get me Here and now alone in the decisions I made Caught between the childhood that never was And the adulthood of evil realities These concepts of what could be Were erased by time but still there in some shape or form An abstract into the complexity of a man There was no soul purpose no heart to his game Integrity non existent It was almost like a blur in time A fracture in my own conception It took everything away from me I never stood there and fought I gave up on what I could have been Now here at 48 I try to reason with myself Chase the demons away with self gratification I am what is wrong with so many in this generation I keep it all hidden Soulless eyes is what you all saw I have beat myself up over and over again I am not the one for you I am not your shining star I feel more like the space junk that has no direction when it crashes to the surface I have ignored all the advice all the knowledge you gave for what to be unprepared for the inevitable. It's a vicious cycle A two timing cheat on myself When I know I can write all my wrongs But I just get in my own way over and over I am the catastrophe of my own intuition I sit here and write tonight bearing my soul to you But in essence it's to my own self You see way more in me then I do in myself So tonight I am taking a step forward into the haunted house I call my emotion I would like you all to see that We all have these demons but why should we let them get to us. We can't let them win We can't turn the control over to them We have to be our true incarnation of our own reality We must move forward and grow Step outside the norm and become the absolute best Version of us we can be because in the end who is the only one who has to live with us. It's me......
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 12:16 AM UTC
It's Me
Manifest me But what does that look like Broken apart peice by peice Entangled in what I was and what i want to be now Enticed in an illusion of what I should be Confused be the illustrations of my life those far Colored in the lines for so long Outside the box was insecure Now the picture I want to paint is no work of art Impressions of the life I once had It's so shaded so unclear When I could no longer out run the past I tried to stay in the colors of simplicity But where did that get me Here and now alone in the decisions I made Caught between the childhood that never was And the adulthood of evil realities These concepts of what could be Were erased by time but still there in some shape or form An abstract into the complexity of a man There was no soul purpose no heart to his game Integrity non existent It was almost like a blur in time A fracture in my own conception It took everything away from me I never stood there and fought I gave up on what I could have been Now here at 48 I try to reason with myself Chase the demons away with self gratification I am what is wrong with so many in this generation I keep it all hidden Soulless eyes is what you all saw I have beat myself up over and over again I am not the one for you I am not your shining star I feel more like the space junk that has no direction when it crashes to the surface I have ignored all the advice all the knowledge you gave for what to be unprepared for the inevitable. It's a vicious cycle A two timing cheat on myself When I know I can write all my wrongs But I just get in my own way over and over I am the catastrophe of my own intuition I sit here and write tonight bearing my soul to you But in essence it's to my own self You see way more in me then I do in myself So tonight I am taking a step forward into the haunted house I call my emotion I would like you all to see that We all have these demons but why should we let them get to us. We can't let them win We can't turn the control over to them We have to be our true incarnation of our own reality We must move forward and grow Step outside the norm and become the absolute best Version of us we can be because in the end who is the only one who has to live with us. It's me......
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When a POET DIES, There WORDS LIVE ON, They KEEP US ENCOURAGED, MOTIVATED and STRONG There WORDS DO INSPIRE, To LIFTING us HIGHER, When your DOWN AND OUT, THEY MAKE YOUR DAY BRIGHTER, A PEP IN YOUR STEP, you FEEL MUCH MORE LIGHTER, When a POET DIES, There WORDS they will STAY, THEY'LL CONTINUE to INSPIRE US to this VERY DAY!!!! B.R. DATE: 1/10/2024
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Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 5:20 PM UTC
When a Poet Dies
I BELIEVE IN YOU IF NO ONE ELSE DOES!!! You're an OVERCOMER, Sending you ENCOURAGEMENT WITH LOVE ❤️ You are an ACHIEVER, So, be a BELIEVER, DO YOU DOUBT YOURSELF?? WELL, NO ME EITHER!!! You are SUCCESSFUL!! Yeah it was STRESSFUL!! You felt UNSUCCESSFUL!!, but YOU PERSISTED, BE THANKFUL!!! It was TOUGH!! it was ROUGH!! You Got tired of FAILING, and you had ENOUGH!! You finally SUCCEEDED!! YOU MADE IT THROUGH!! You BELIEVED IN YOURSELF!!!, and I BELIEVE IN YOU TOO!!! B.R. Date:03/29/2023
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Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 3:40 PM UTC
I Believe in YOU!!!
Look in the mirror and see what I do A beautiful woman, and that woman is you Conquering the obstacles life puts in your way You pick yourself up when the worlds in disarray The first few days are the hardest days I've learned this fact in a number of ways But I see you walking with such great pride So why are you worried, put those concerns aside And one day, again, you'll be riding high So ignore all the bad things that keep passing by ‪Just stay level headed, focus on your dream‬ Things will come around, they ain’t as crazy as they seem And you will find in a moments time That you will be stronger and that you will shine -AJT
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Dec 23, 2021
Dec 23, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC
You Will Shine
There lives a dragon in my stomach. That pokes and prods with every scale. With heat from it’s flames that leave skin blushed. A bloated squeezing growing from the lack of room. I check my stomach daily. Searching for holes and bruises, My hands running over bear skin amazed. And yet, I feel it now, Playing chess up my spine, Each claw catching as it climbs up my vertebrae. Leaving chills and goosebumps in it’s passing. I’ve cried out for help. Wanting nothing more from this beast. But it leaves nightmares with it’s presence. And it’s wings make perfect walls. People just get tired after a while. Just “the boy who cried wolf,” But as I spout more words to them scrambling for help. I see the smoke pillowing out of my mouth. And before I could question, We were both just as blinded. I have a dragon in my stomach. Years spent together like bitter friends. Growing used to the burn of it’s hugs. Even dousing the flames on my own at times. A begrudging compromise. Now overtime the beast grew too. Spending more of it’s passing as a shadow over my shoulders. Even with much less hold on me than before. It still watches with delight. Some days weighing like a backpack of bricks. Whispering in my ear, coaching. Letting smoke fill my head, confusing. Most other days are more bearable. At night the beast stays on my chest. Like a scaly tiger it curls on top, With a kneading purr as it settles. I never quite remember sleeping these nights. Flashes of tossing and turning from being uncomfortable. Poking, and prodding, and burning, and now chilling, and now waking up sweating. The fog only clearing after spending time awake. Alas there is a dragon in my stomach. A spiteful beast that took hold there. With greetings just like an old friend. And when I finally demanded it’s name. “Trauma” the beast told me.
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Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 11:03 AM UTC
There lives a dragon in my stomach
There lives a dragon in my stomach. That pokes and prods with every scale. With heat from it’s flames that leave skin blushed. A bloated squeezing growing from the lack of room. I check my stomach daily. Searching for holes and bruises, My hands running over bear skin amazed. And yet, I feel it now, Playing chess up my spine, Each claw catching as it climbs up my vertebrae. Leaving chills and goosebumps in it’s passing. I’ve cried out for help. Wanting nothing more from this beast. But it leaves nightmares with it’s presence. And it’s wings make perfect walls. People just get tired after a while. Just “the boy who cried wolf,” But as I spout more words to them scrambling for help. I see the smoke pillowing out of my mouth. And before I could question, We were both just as blinded. I have a dragon in my stomach. Years spent together like bitter friends. Growing used to the burn of it’s hugs. Even dousing the flames on my own at times. A begrudging compromise. Now overtime the beast grew too. Spending more of it’s passing as a shadow over my shoulders. Even with much less hold on me than before. It still watches with delight. Some days weighing like a backpack of bricks. Whispering in my ear, coaching. Letting smoke fill my head, confusing. Most other days are more bearable. At night the beast stays on my chest. Like a scaly tiger it curls on top, With a kneading purr as it settles. I never quite remember sleeping these nights. Flashes of tossing and turning from being uncomfortable. Poking, and prodding, and burning, and now chilling, and now waking up sweating. The fog only clearing after spending time awake. Alas there is a dragon in my stomach. A spiteful beast that took hold there. With greetings just like an old friend. And when I finally demanded it’s name. “Trauma” the beast told me.
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Sometimes just the nod is enough to acknowledge the common struggle and to impart a spur - a spur to go on
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Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 7:20 AM UTC
Spur
@JUST DO IT When that man wants you, Is there for you. and doing the best that he can. Tell him. Just say it. Tell him. I love the way that you eat. The way you sleep I love your hands I love your feet. I love the way that you love me I even love your big round belly.. Just say it. Say I love the sparkle in your eyes I love that smile how it glows like the sunrise. Tell him that he's gorgeous. That he's your rock. Your stability. He's such a blessing just to see. Just say it. Build him up. Don't be stingy with the ingredients. You can add to his cup. Build him up. With more than just teaspoons of Grace Bless him with tablespoons of words. That can bake his confidence. To high levels. Spoiling his ego making him walk with glee and assurances. Wherever he may go. Make him reminisce and daydream. On the words that pours out of you like a stream. Oh just do it.. just say it. Whatsoever things are good give him a good report You should be able to find the beauty in his actions like the ways that he supports you. Again I say give, love, support. Just Do It. BY SelinaSharday S.A.M
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Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 4:48 AM UTC
Just Do It
From the bottom you'll rise Colorful glittery wings, Let them spread and spark Illuminate the sky so dark And shine like fireworks does. ©kg
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 8:20 AM UTC
Fly High
The reason why We can't find our happiness, Is because we're looking for it, At the same place, we lost our first. Not all the time we have to look far away, The thing is it's everywhere, Rotating round in our atmosphere, We just have to appreciate it. We can always look back, In the story we made, And not repeat those mistakes, But to learn that we'd worked our best. We brought us to this level, Now, don't hang with the devil, Let me deal with you at the end, Encourage me to climb and gain it again.
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Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 6:28 AM UTC
AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE
I'm ok With one colour Why rainbows try to flatter I'm ok In dark Why sparks need to remark It's not ok.
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Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 2:08 AM UTC
I'm ok
We must not forget, The path which here lead, All the thorne on the bed, And all the wishes which are dead. We must not forget the suffering on the way, Or to encourage you what people used to say Also not to forget people on the way, who betray. We must not forget all the learning and experience. With all the success some of the failure. That made a big change to our behavior.
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Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
Remember
Naked I came here Empty I shall returned home Death has no respect
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Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
Who I Am?
at each juncture there has been this choice, at each, I made a guess, right or wrong, leave a mark, breadcrumbs work here, we, me and thee, thou und Ich. We have sector Bravo in the realm of or and if with optional whens and thens, leading to now at any given point, on a wave, in the grand skein, not scheme, of things, plain ol' ano-nomenal imaginary players who play by rules, we imagined we will be determined to bind into a line anchor and allusion to string theory can work from here up, we've been weaving options to unbelivable lies with single strand single use spider wings, believed to be electro magic-ish by the rule we made up. And that was the tic. We made up rules, and survived. Opposition to tyranny is obediance to God. Jefferson's, under whom we stand nationally alliegiant, globally benes wise, we owe earth our pledges, those agreements, when you know what the ideas cost, the idea in alliances for safety, with treason to be the cost of rearing a child, who witnessed the naked Noah reflected in the window of the U.N. oh, we are tangled in religion as defined by priests. Lest us slip the sureely slippery bands of earth and touch the masked face of God, who winks. Hiyo, silver, away... time slips are a benefit of fifty years of seconds guessed worth noting as wonderful, Kodak Moments or Ahas, here, one of those buys you days and days of retelling the same story, until today. When we both got here at the same time. A-team meme. And a wink from the programmer who bet it would loop. See, as the Joker said to the Thief, in Boston, there must be some kinder way outa here.
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
Ai ai ai stepping stone ex despond arama
at each juncture there has been this choice, at each, I made a guess, right or wrong, leave a mark, breadcrumbs work here, we, me and thee, thou und Ich. We have sector Bravo in the realm of or and if with optional whens and thens, leading to now at any given point, on a wave, in the grand skein, not scheme, of things, plain ol' ano-nomenal imaginary players who play by rules, we imagined we will be determined to bind into a line anchor and allusion to string theory can work from here up, we've been weaving options to unbelivable lies with single strand single use spider wings, believed to be electro magic-ish by the rule we made up. And that was the tic. We made up rules, and survived. Opposition to tyranny is obediance to God. Jefferson's, under whom we stand nationally alliegiant, globally benes wise, we owe earth our pledges, those agreements, when you know what the ideas cost, the idea in alliances for safety, with treason to be the cost of rearing a child, who witnessed the naked Noah reflected in the window of the U.N. oh, we are tangled in religion as defined by priests. Lest us slip the sureely slippery bands of earth and touch the masked face of God, who winks. Hiyo, silver, away... time slips are a benefit of fifty years of seconds guessed worth noting as wonderful, Kodak Moments or Ahas, here, one of those buys you days and days of retelling the same story, until today. When we both got here at the same time. A-team meme. And a wink from the programmer who bet it would loop. See, as the Joker said to the Thief, in Boston, there must be some kinder way outa here.
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This is something I can't defy That none can help me but I, There's nobody I can rely To help me To console me To encourage me Like I do;
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC
Self-help
Too many reasons why I love to list I'll name a few with a flick of my wrist You do not mind making me a plate Fact: You insist on increasing my weight You encourage dreams Hopes And plans Anything I want to do I can Sacrifice valuable time Make presents around Christmastime It is the little things I love the most Treat me the way grandparents are supposed!
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 4:43 AM UTC
Too Many Reasons
You are stronger than you believe, faster than you seem, sharper than you think, and more beautiful than you can see.
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC
You Are