Some people don't deserve forgiveness, but forgive anyways. Because, you deserve peace.
My story #4
My family drinks a lot of bottled water. The tap water is nasty, it has lead and rust. We use bottled water for cooking too.
We would recycle the bottles and cans when I was driving. We no longer have a car and I only drive if my mother needs me to. We no longer recycle our bottles and cans. Instead we save them and give them to people who could really use them.
My husband is an assistant manager for a small business. He deals with customers daily. He used to work the night shift and that is where he met some of the homeless people. We are on a fisrt name basis with most of them now. When he was working at night they would come in for coffee. Instead of charging a dollar someth...
My story #3
One evening my husband, oldest daughter and I decided to take a late night walk and get dinner. We were on our way to a restaurant but we had to walk through a few parking lots to get there.
I was walking behind them, I am a slow walker because of my back. I was trying to catch my husband's attention but he could not hear me. He had just stepped on a $10 bill. I got to it and struggled to pick it up, my back issue. For some reason he turned around just in time to see me stand up. I showed him what I found. He told me that was a good thing, we were about to be short on cash. I looked at the money and said no this is not for me to use. This is a gift to give away.
Two weeks late...
My story #2
Our summers can get extremely hot. It gets a little cooler towards the evening. This makes it the perfect time to take a walk. My husband, youngest daughter and I decided it would be a good idea to go to the pharmacy up the street. We went to get a couple of cool drinks and some snacks.
We spent a good 45 minutes inside of the air conditioned store before we paid and left. As we were walking outside I was trying to put a bag in my backpack and talking to my husband. My daughter asked me if I had any money. I had a little and questioned her about what she wanted money for. She pointed to a couple at the end of the parking lot. She said they looked like they could use some help. I...
#A LGBTQ+ TALE
Under a stack of them, identity chokes
Drowsy smells, different prints
My fist tightens, one around my neck
One around these pairs
I struggle, under shiny lights
The cracks on my face, pop out
Radiate with the illuminance,
And my lip colour
These normal ones, trying consideration
Dressed up in busty uniforms, ask me if I need help
Screams my inner peace, shouting - it's a just a mall
Just a shelve with smelly underwears
Just a human, capable of endeavours.
I choke, in the fresh odour of the knocking
I fumble, some descent words I say.
Wonder why, that rose one pops out
I grab it's silk...
//PEACE OF MIND\\
When in this busy world, where the hands of the clock are running for numbers and the pressure is at its peak, where you feel yourself running short of time, when you can see nothing but the end of your nose shining with pride, but were they merely your glinting tears of affliction?
You find yourself amidst the smokey air of thousands of thoughts. You find yourself at your own mercy.
What your heart is craving for?
"Peace of mind".
Even if you ink your thoughts, it feels like you are wasting your time. When you see your write-up ready afterwards; you see nothing but a piece of your time, now lost. You crave for that time to return.
What you need is peace! ...
My story #1
There are people that like to judge me and tell me how to live my life. People who are so self absorbed they have no clue what I have been through over the years. These people could care less about my past. I get a lot of negativity when it comes to helping others. I try to teach my children that sometimes people need a little help. It could be money, food or just someone to listen.
There was a time when my husband and I were struggling. He was out of work but looking every day and applying everywhere he could. It was rough.
One morning we decided to get coffee at our favorite diner. We were talking and making a game plan for the day. We noticed a couple walk in and sit at th...
Mercy dragged me down
Drugging me with compassion
That looked like pity.
Sometimes in forgiveness, we give to the point that it looks like charity and actually hurts more than it helps. Be kind in your words and efforts, but never make someone feel like they are less than.
Thank you Denice for the paper and stamp
Freedom is not a destination but rather a beautiful journey of struggle, sacrifice and the elegant, relentless negotiation of you, and your unique role in this world.
If freedom were meant to be easy then the journey would not be half as glorious.
I love you:
You are loved
You are worth it
You can fight
You can feel happiness
You can do anything you set your mind too <3
There are people
In this world
Who can only dream
What you have today
Lets never forget that
If this lettr offends anyone then I apologise, It is my viewpoint and I am free to express it.
If you hold a strong religious belief
Whether it be Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism, Sikhism, Toaism, Paganism
Can you please go and read a religious text that differs from your own
Then ask yourself if the teachings in those texts are so different from those that you believe
Then ask yourself why it is that you believe in one and not others
There have been roughly 3000 religions over the course of human history, to denounce all but yours, means that you only believe in one more God than the Atheist, but still reject 2999 other Gods, so still really atheist....
I respect eve...
What are you? where are you? Are you coming for me? I feel you near. He claims that my end will come by his hands, yet he fails. Will he ever succeed? Will rescue come for me? A glimmer of hope flickers on occasion, but is quickly snuffed out every time. I fear his success, I fear that he will be my end and I will leave the rest of my children motherless, I fear I will leave my husband a widower. The hardest thing is I have no escape. So for now I will wait, wait for a time when this will end.
What is most important?
Is it to be humane in an inhumane and insane world?
Is it right to fight the vain that causes so much pain?
Is it weak to take a burden from the meek?
Is it fair that lives are left impaired by acts of evil that are shared?
Why do we sit back and allow these things to proliferate;
When we have the power,
the knowledge to make literate
the ones whose acts bring sorrow,
misery as they launch their attack?
The choices we make, for the choices are in the hands of ordinary folk,
who with simple actions and decision forward...
Changes it provokes.
Only courage need open the door.
Your memories are no way inferior to mine. The more I respect this, the more peaceful we would be. Our past might be irrelevant now, but it must not be disrespected...
Flying up above in the sky,
My fluttering wings made the noise
That was not pleasant to the world
And was the reason for my cry.
They hunted me down,
Breaking all my hopes
I fell to the ground
In utmost disgust.
They locked in my feathers
For the strength they knew
And, the belief of flying again
Never denied the truth.
When the world denied my love
I had to revive myself,
From the atrocities
And make this happen through power.
Humans celebrate love,
With the validation of status,
I want to celebrate the authenticity
That humans fails to create.
My heart preaching for power
Never lost the roots
To my dreams
That were yet to come true.
- Manvi Sharma
7.4 billion people in the world
Not a single one had to be told
Though not all of us can be bold.
The feeling, the flicker, it starts small
Before you know it, you cannot contain it at all
It's something about the experience, the fall.
All of these relationships
Meaning more than hips-on-hips
More than lips-to-lips.
It's the beating of the heart
Not a simple stop and start
No- it will never depart.
The fire burns within
Everlasting, through thick and thin
Everything to lose, everything to win.
Beautiful and oh, so tragic
A mess of unchecked magic
And oh, so easily turned manic.
A sweet, paradoxical force
Our thumping hearts the source
A source we rip and tear
I saw my black hair fall
into the darkness of my heart,
so I could let go the fault
of waiting for you to call.
I crossed the street this evening,
Between the strangers, my eyes caught a glimpse of you.
When I looked behind my shoulder to see if you were coming,
I realized it was just the ghost of you.
The ghost of you keeps walking,
After thirteen winters, still no clue.
Your destiny is to continue wandering,
Since you rejected my compass of shiny blue.
Our paths crossed, but were not meant to be.
I was blind for not realizing
that you were never for me.
Midnight black strands slowly fell over the floor.
The silver scissors took their life.
The crimson thread was tore apart
because the f...