#positve
Dear FUTURE SELF,
Be HAPPY, better HEALTH,
SMELL the ROSES,
and just KNOW THIS TO:
Be GOOD TO YOURSELF,
SING SONGS, RUN and PLAY,
Be CHEERFUL ALL THE DAY!!!
More JOY, less STRESS,
BE GRATEFUL and BE BLESSED!!!
Don't let BURDENS BRING YOU DOWN,
Wear a SMILE and not a FROWN!!!
Leave FRUSTRATIONS IN THE PAST,
FOR THESE TRIALS WILL NOT LAST!!!
HOPE YOUR FUTURE IS A BLAST!!!!
B.R.
Date: 11/01/2023
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
All wording not overly conveyed,
I'm no dictionary.
My pen is my shield and my words
my armour.
Sometimes dented, ridiculed,
so not as lustrous as your
vocabulary giving,
but every symbolism
I give in jest.
I can be a clown, watch my words prance on
the page in fruitful
colouring of metaphor.
But other times I'm in the size seven
of another's outlook not my own,
emotion grazing my subconscious.
For that fraction of eternity I'm them, you
I live there fears, hopes wishes that die after I put the
pen down.
Don't judge a piece of paper that has nothing on it,
for will have a doodle, a thought..
A drawing of emotion entwined within its fabric.
But you just ridicule, turn the page not knowing
the pain or joyful happiness
that went to create this...
Yes its not in your taste, but its there's, mine.
Were just artists of our own little world,
and if you happen to land here.
Please be green..
Recycle what you think,
and be positive,
really do reflect on what others foresee.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
If not for the moon, we won’t see the stars,
If not for the wound, we won’t see the scars.
If not for the highs, we won’t feel no lows,
If not for the fast, we won’t feel no slows.
If not for the poor, we won’t have no rich.
If not for the river, we won’t have no bridge.
If not for the day, we won’t have no night.
If not for the wars, we won’t have no fight.
If not for the happiness, we won’t have no satisfactions,
If not for the love, we won’t have no affections.
If not for the winner, we won’t have no losers.
If not for the options in life, we won’t have no choosers.
While we indulge in prayers and hymns
We tend to forget, we can be human beings.
While we pretend being, religious and pious
We cannot refrain from being, jealous and bias.
Copyright © PS
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
I can imagine,
walking down the main street of the little town we lived in,
squirming my hand out of my mothers hand,
craning my neck,
wide eyed,
to look at the people passing us by.
what if I saw myself,
a decade in the future?
I would never even know it was me.
would I look at my mid-length hair,
and think it would be prettier longer?
or my dimpled cheeks,
and wish that I could fill them in?
would I see my waist,
and want to squeeze it smaller?
or my thighs,
forever too big to be 'beautiful'?
no.
because in the mind of a child,
none of that would matter.
I would look up at these
tall, independent, powerful girls
and want to be like them.
I wouldn't care that my thighs touch,
or that I don't have a flat stomach,
or that I don't have Rapunzel's golden locks.
I wouldn't want to change me.
I would want to grow up to be
just as beautiful,
powerful,
independent,
strong,
talented,
loved,
intelligent
as I am now.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
Happy New Years !
New Year letting go off all the negativity welcoming positivity...........
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
She was just another schoolgirl
Dreams of marriage and of kids
She had devoted parents
They loved everything she did
Nothing could deter her
from the choice that she had made
Turning seventeen, she left her home
in Forest Glade
Moving north to Epsilon
She chose another route
She would be a dancer
Taking money from the suits
She started slow in Epsilon
A club girl from the start
She had a phony i.d
But she sure could play the part
Was she a dancer or an actress
Seems she was one and the same
She chose to go as Crystal
Though that wasn't her real name
She danced a bit and moved around
The lifestyle she liked
She was dancing up in Buffalo
When she met a guy named Mike
They dated and got married
Soon a kid was on the way
When he found out she was pregnant
He packed up and moved away
She was nineteen and without a chance
To get a better life
Who would want a dancer
With a kid to be his wife?
Nobody that she knew
That would be for sure
And just like the little girl she was
She always wanted more
She had her son, named Ferguson
She then enrolled in school
She was gonna be a big thing
She would not be no ones fool
She chose to keep on dancing
Working late nights, dancing hard
Saving up her money
So she'd get her son a yard
She was still a little girl deep down
She still had real big dreams
She didn't want the normal life
She wanted the extremes
She was a dancer, mother, daughter and
A sutdent every day
She had to keep them separate
Had to keep her lives at bay
She'd many personalities
Depending on her place
She handled each role expertly
With poise and with such grace
By day she was a mother
And a student on the side
She did both of them expertly
And she showed off both with pride
At night she was a dancer
Schoolgirl, teacher, and much more
She would be a patrons fantasy
But she hid down in her core
The little girl she really was
Stayed deep and far from them
She was also now an actress
Dancing, doing things for men
At night when she was finished
She would go home to her boy
She would bend and kiss him as he slept
For he was her pride and joy
She'd then go hit the shower
Washing all their dreams away
She would wash away their kisses
She would make herself okay
Each night she'd play another role
To keep the men entranced
She would change her look up daily
As on the stage she pranced
They'd pay her for her company
And they'd worship all she did
But, all she ever thought about
Was something better for her kid
She finished school in record time
A manager she'd be
She took a four year course
And she finsihed it in three
She didn't have the money
To quite make her dreams come true
But, she now had a diploma
And inside, her pride just grew
She was now a feature dancer
She was the top of mens desires
But the job was getting weary
In fact, our girl was tired
She had her different roles to play
Still mother, daughter, and
At night a dancer actress
In an pornographic land
She'd go home every night and see
Her son there in his bed
She'd go and have her shower
And she'd kiss him on his head
She'd wash away the garbage
Wash away her hidden life
Once again she thought of
Being a mother and a wife
Normalcy, would not be hers
She'd have to move along
She'd done well for her young boy
She had not done too much wrong
A new life far from Buffalo
Would be the thing to do
She's now a mother and a daughter
And she might live next to you
She broke the chains that bound her
Used her dancing to improve
Made herself much stronger
And she then did up and move
Now she doesn't go home late at night
To wash away the grime
She can go home and go out to play
To give her son some time
The sad fact is there's lots of girls
But not as strong as her
They do not escape the dancing
When they end up, no one's sure
But Crystal, she's a hero
For she made herself move on
She's a mother, actress, daughter
with a super cool young son
Where she went I don't know where
But, she ended up on top
Ther rumours were she married
In fact they said that he's a cop
they say that she's still out working
In the clubs, out with the girls
But she's no longer a dancer
She's out showing them the world
She's helping them get into school
They confess to her their sins
She knows of what they talk about
For she's been just where they've been
She doesn't go by Crystal
She now goes by her real name
But, she might just live next door to you
And to tell would be a shame.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC