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I think, therefore I am.
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A recognition of the cruise liner that shipwrecked on its journey across the seas until it met the iceberg that sank her, and hundreds of people lost their lives on that treacherous day. But it is now a Box Office Hit movie. Come and read the thoughts of a poet.
Silences, Silenced was a thought that somehow came to be me writing this without my knowledge of ever writing it until the ending. Weird huh? Yeah, how do you think I feel after writing this and then waking up to consciousness?
My cat, Mischief, was just the coolest cat you’d ever want to meet! We become comfortable with each other, our relationship, and our living quarters. So full of vim and vigor, so robust, playful he was. I'll sure miss, my Lil' Buddy, for sure. Sheesh, Mischief, was a beastly black cat, that weighed, twenty-five lbs! Come on…
This poem, I Am Legend, is intriguing writing. I stood on the edge of the universe and watched time, moments of memories, from a time already passed. Then watched time in a time I knew nothing about.
This poem was written for my cat in dedication of his life that he lost the battle. He had a stroke and I couldn’t let him suffer. All though, I wanted answers and left him overnight at the vets. Following day, July 1st, Mischief Lotus passed away, he’s free.
Certainly a time I won't forget after passing away, not from overdosing, but as a whole. When I came back to life, from life support, the first thing I had done was prayed. Prayed I couldn't live the way I had been; in the cesspool and abyss of drugs, alcohol, wishing, hoping they would take my life. There isn't a cause of death listed.
It sucks being in the position of the worst episode of depression; I’d ever undergone. It’s been five or six months now, and the only recourse I have is to; give it to God, now.
The author has captured his side of what love at home means to him and holds so profoundly to his values. Nonetheless, he has been through a traumatizing experience with his family, which he feels he had failed with not being able to protect them from such harm and is on this journey of forgiving himself. So come, and read what he holds as values, morals, and virtues as his quest continues for forgiveness for himself.
The author here has captured the four things’ he considers the essences of life. So eloquently written by the poet and what I believe in humanity to be. We live the case sadly anymore in these present times but still captures this poem so eloquently.
Wow, me pleasuring my sorrow? This is hard to learn to do, but it is possible. I am proof anyway. I can be a stinker, but it isn't healthy! I am tho, pro mental health and encourage people to support mental health.
Dealing and grieving the loss of a family member is never easy. The most significant part of not being able to deal with or suffer the loss of my son is because I pushed to the back of my mind for the reason that I didn’t want to believe he was gone. I suffer mental illness and of course this isn’t reasoning for it, but an insight on why and the nature of the way he died. This was written for my son in part of me letting go, and a father aying his final goodbye’s.
Nothing but thoughts through the mind of a muse.
I wrote this piece the other day, and who knows, it may just replace the original one day? I love to bless people, but for awhile there, I kind of stood back and waited. I watched for a bit and I already knew outcome. But, some people just don’t or aren’t people of blessings. Anyhow, come on in, read it with your own eyes.
This is something different from the normal I usually write. But, it's me, I believe, and sometimes, you just got to do what you need to do. You need to listen with your heart; your ears will deceive you. Learning to see with your heart gives you abilities you never thought you had seen with your heart. That brings a whole new perspective to "Life's Lessons, Life's Hacks."
These dark poems I’ve written is the residue from me being in a dark place, an illusion of mind. Growth brought me right at this point in time, writing this assertion. It isn’t over but strentghtened enough where I can live and write of it in a poetic way, a prose.
Here is an acrostic poem I’ve written for my name. I didn’t think it turned out bad; in fact, I think it came out awesome. It’s my first, so please be gentle if commenting on it. Haha. I hope you enjoy what you read.
Here we have the stallion horse, wild by nature, deeply profound to train them. These mammals are gentle creatures, and this is my first time writing of one. Came out rather unique and quite good penning, if I do say so myself. Come read it yourself and you be the judge.
