I’m not supposed to be here... I was planning on ending it all today, seriously, I was done with it all and today was the deadline that I chose to do it. But.....then one small act of kindness happened a few days ago that set off a sequence of events and ever since then my faith has been restored and has given me just enough of a spark to ignite a new spirit within me... one small act of kindness that simply started at a local gas station with some boiled peanuts. Now I’m in a hotel room about to start a good paying job... It all has happened so fast that I still can’t wrap my head around it long enough to even write this. And I cannot thank God enough for once again rescuing a wretch like m...
Today would have been your 16th birthday... I didn’t go to the cemetery today, I am out of town working but I’m thinking of you son. Happy Birthday in Heaven my little Angel, Mommy loves you very much... Wish you were here.
Does anyone ever look and see how many views their post has and then look to see how many likes it actually got? 3.1 k views > 5 likes... Don’t base your worth on stats or else you’ll lose yourself every time. God values you no matter what. #knowyourworthlove #straightenyourcrown
I have danced with death, ever in my youth, till now, like a long lost lover that leaves only to return again for one last kiss, a lingering aroma of musk and decay that leaves you longing for another comforting embrace to melt away the ice of mortalities frozen air.
Do we, too, dare follow him as he slips away alongside the shadows of the night? And if so, would we finally greet the fate that ever so enticed us with hollow eyes, entranced by the soft whispering call of his barely parted lips, a beguiling yet often cumbersome animae dilectus whom echoes the moon’s waxing and waning, calling out for the rising tide.
I oftentimes ponder these evanescent enticing afflictio...
Never hesitate to make another person smile. A child, the elderly, your peers, enemies, strangers... A little kindness always goes a long, long way and you never know what mask a person is wearing that day... an invisible mask that veils what is really hiding inside... You never know how thin of a thread a person may be hanging on by and what they may be planning if one more thing goes wrong, and you never know what your kindness could prevent all because you made them feel good instead of bad... So please, if you see something that can brighten a person’s day, just do it... and I promise you that you’ll receive a gift as well... the gift of a joyful heart.
Describe the room, poem.
Clutter on the table, pillow on the floor.
Child sawing logs, lazy dog sawing more.
Box fan in the window, wooden duck on it’s side.
Still in her box but I’m staring at a bride.
Crock pot full of nothing next to the stove empty, cold.
Coffee’s full of everything, that brown liquid gold. Stripes on the curtains, sun’s shining through.
This poem, it means nothing, well, at least not to you. The maidens dressed so pretty, the indian’s joyful stare. I could sit and do this all day but I need to fix my hair.
I only want to see you laughing in the Purple Rain.
But it’s not in the clothes you wear or the way you style your hair, it’s not body type or what car you drive... it’s in the way you move when you think no one’s watching you or how you throw your head back when you laugh, it’s the door you held for the little old lady yesterday or the plastic bottle you picked up last week at the park, it’s your sparks of creativity and the poems you write that no one gets to read or how you treat animals or other human beings and that gap between your teeth that you try to hide by stifling your smile or those freckles that just won’t cooperate with your make-up because they’re too beautiful to cover up... We often take for granted our own uniquely od...
I know you’d like to think your shit don’t stink. But lean a little bit closer, See that rosés really smell like poo poo-oo....