A poem of love

A Poem Of Love - Unknown Sender February/14/2019 10:29pm
When hearts are tender,
They skip a beat,
Longing for comfort,
A soul so sweet,

Candied kisses lined in a single row ,
Broken hearted,
It is now sown,

Caressing whispers along neck and ear,
Something joyous,
Now no more a tear,

Handled gently,
Just soft and slow,
Hold me closer,
And please don't go!





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The Mandela Effect

What do you all think of that, it's kind of sorta weird isn't it? I can kind of relate to a few of those things....

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Find what you seek!

When darkness falls you'll open your eyes,
You'll see things you didn't before realize,
The sky will be a beautiful navy blue,
You are old enough to know better...they always told you,
The changes in your life that you seek,
It's just around the corner; just take a peek,

What is it you long for?
What is it you desire?
Is it just a lust?
Or is it true loves hearts fire?

Just open your eyes,
Just search your inner core way deep inside,
Give yourself time and silence alone,
And just when you're least expecting,
It shall be known!
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And it was...And it is...Are my eyes decieving me?

I'm not for sure of how I want to start this off.

Home schoolers I learnt that...a majority of them are Christians. Don't get me wrong here, in what I have to say, I'm not hating on God! Be that known right from the start!

Anyway now, the children folk I speak of now and am in favor to stand up for. Yes god is good and god is great! BUT why do that to the children? Why home school them and say it is gods way! Have you had a conversation and he had replied back? Did god tell you he said you must teach his children all those things that people(not god) write in books is to be truth? Put me down! I don't care, blasphemy-ze me! YOU ARE NOT GOD!

I'm heated, I am sorry!

But seeing people; home school children, and say "god says" "God demands" this, that, and everything god! "There isn't enough god, blah blah and more blah god!"

I am sorry, truthfully I am, but it sounds like these children are being force fed things of the lord that no one even knows about and that they start off so young, they don't know or choose anything, they are brain washed, so instead of being able to think for themselves; they are fed, and given and told everything.

It isn't unlearning anything, if you are teaching them all the stuff from the very beginning of their lives, where did they learn anything to even be unlearned in the first place? Understand my point here or have an argument?

Please Don't take advantage of their little trusting souls! You want them to be loyal Christians? Send them to church and Sunday school! That is what that is for! That is where they can learn of proper Christian things. I worry about how they will feel in the real world after parents only teach of such things. Do they want God fearing hermits/Hermtes's(whatever the female term is)?

Think, before thy speak. Learn, before thy act. How will they learn of other people's reaction? Does all these things that keep them naive to the world, teach them anything of the people's of the world? Tragic! I hope I explain my thoughts well enough!

May peace, love, blessings and GODS LOVE...OPEN YOUR EYES!!

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I love you all and thank you for reading
Phoebe

A short story about self isolation and how a simple act can make someone feel better!

"Skipping isolation for a day!" Written by Unknown Sender Dec/5/2014

I stood at the waters edge, just gazing at all the nature around me. When I left my home I didn't know where I was going, I only know I had to get outside for some fresh air. I had been stuck inside all week long and I was feeling a little perplexed and starting to go stir crazed.

So I left, because I felt had had to, because something inside me was starting to scream. I wanted out, I wanted out and felt it coming from my core, my soul. I just needed out! So I walked, not knowing where my feet were going to bring me. I just walked non-stop until I reach a wooded path.

It led me to a creek, and then to an opening exiting the woods. I followed the path until I reached a entrance to this beautiful lake. I had a funny feeling I had been there before, but couldn't recall when! Familiarity! But where was I? So I stood there looking out at the water, as calm as a glass lain field.

Suddenly I bent down and looked at all the stones, big boulders and medium sized rocks built a wall on either side of me. It was kind of like natures barriers; blocking the view of my being there, from others.

I picked up a good slim rock and stood erect again, squinted my eyes at the waters still surface and tossed with all my might on a side angle and let go. It skipped probably 10 times! Excitement filled me! Funny how something so simple can bring butterflies and happiness within one's being!

I stayed there and skipped rocks, for what seemed like all day. It was a refreshing feeling and brought back life to me, a feeling I had slowly forgotten over the years. When it started to get dark I decided to walk back home; grateful, with a better sense of well being!

When I got back home, I had remembered what was so familiar about that place! It was a place I had gone to as a child, with my parents. We use to go there for picnics and also where I had loved to skip rocks. Still to this day, I don't know why or how I could have forgotten such a wonderful place.

A Sheltering Place : Creating a Sanctuary for Healing



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A busy mind, can be a busy person.

Have you noticed, that when we're busy mentally,and or emotionally, we feel exhausted physically?
Yeah! You know what I'm saying.

Meh, sometimes you have to say good bye to people you love, because deep inside it feels all they want to do is hurt you, and make you unhappy, so to try and give happiness to themselves. And sometimes you leave other people you love, because they threaten your very existence, by secretly trying to kill you and you are so angry and saddened by it, you never want to ever go back to them.

Oh well.

Here's just a few words of the mind breaking wind...

In the woods lurks a stranger,
He laughs, because he causes danger,
He snickers, he grins, and than his maddening laughter begins,
Yet he thinks I can not hear him, he thinks I do not know,
Because I'm a little sneaky too,
My past taught me so,

I hope he reads this and gets scared, cause than I'll have some surge of power and I might actually win,
Maybe I'll ask for rain to dampen his socks,
But since I don't want bad karma, I'll just stare at this clock,
It's the loudest thing when you turn everything off,
Sometimes if you demand silence it'll surely pi$$ you off,
It can seem to beat in your head like a drum,
Tick tick ticking, until you start to feel numb,

But back to the stranger who lurks just beyond the tree line,
He waits for his victims, because that seems to be his pass-time,
I can't tell you what he looks like,
I can't see him at all,
I'm just told he dangerous, and where he hides...that's all,
He hates young women, but I don't know why,
Maybe something happened to him when he was young and it made him cry,
Crying can be dangerous and threatening to a man,
But I'm a woman(yes I am, you have a problem with it, than deal with it) who hates crying too, So that little bit I can understand,
I wouldn't revert to violence though, that's just not my MO,

I try my best to just understand people, and try to step mentally in their shoes,
I don't like contradictions though, and I do not like being used,
Don't take me for granted, Or I'll have to change the locks.

Please be careful of the stranger though,
And I do hope you understand,
He worse than you can imagine,
He does nothing but always stand.


Hey, but what do I know? I'll keep an eye on the news, but I wont say nothing about it(That's not my job), lets hope I'm wrong, and we all don't have to read about it..elsewhere....

I think this is the only info I can spare as of right now,
Perhaps another day I'll come back, and tell some more stories some how.





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Always.....Silence. Speaks in volumes!

I don't want to cry, and you can't make me.
Your silent actions, use my words and thrown them at me.
Hurt me with so many things, and ways, and not a word needed be spoken.
You can't keep blaming an adult for what they did as a child. Can't you see they aren't the same?
I've been hurt by many, suffered enough karma to teach me many lessons.
And still, I put no blame on anyone, only on circumstance.
The part of me that believes you still care, I don't trust it anymore, because of your "WORDS".
My heart, soul, mind and body, need peace, needs for others to hear them crying for mercy.
Situations arise for some, when just children, and those are the times in life, one does not have a choice.
Rape, sexual abuse, psychical abuse, mental abuse... emotional abuse, verbal abuse, abuse caused by rumors.
Do you know what it's like to be called ugly as a small child?
Do you know what it feels like to be bullied in any way?
Do you know what it feels like to be called a joke by your partner?
Do you?

Do you know what it's like to be called so ugly that you're told that you should wear a bag on your head?
Do you know what it's like when those bullies get all their friends to gang up on you all at once and you're standing all alone and no one speaks up?

I've let these things go, they don't bother me anymore, but when someone says I don't know suffering, nor pain, nor love. What do you think runs through my head? I stay silent in those moments, because they don't know me at all!
There are people I wish I could forget, but I'd want them to forget me to, so that they couldn't bother me, as a person who doesn't remember or know them because the memory isn't there...so as if strangers. Just not to hurt nor bothered.

I've helped many people in this life time, without them ever knowing me personally, without them ever seeing me. Strangers. And maybe I saved some lives along the way, but I don't tell anyone, because I did it for them, and the part of me that knows I've helped in someway, is good enough. I don't brag about my good deeds, because I didn't do it to be noticed, I'd like not to be noticed.

Do you know what it's like to suffer after praying for others? Do you know such a pain? A misery that appears after I pray, pray good for others. I wonder if any have prayed for me? I don't care if they did. I'd never ask.

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Sounds and things

Blizzards are loud,
Once the winds pick up,
Rains can drowned,
When it doesn't let up,
Loud are the crowds,
When they don't get what they want,
At peace is a human,
When they are where most happy,
Why judge their fate,
Just because you think they're too late,
You can be silent with the eyes,
But you scream very loud from inside,
Steady is a motion,
Of a soul-mate's lustful desire for the other,
If you fall behind,
Open your eyes and pay mind,
For if you're not paying attention,
The mind might end up quiet and blind,
See things for what they are,
You're not the only one with scars,
You're not the only one who's lost,
Broken hearts are created out of loss,
My mind as well as my heart is screaming Mercy,
For You forget the times we've spent in private,
The words you spoke,
I no longer rely on simple texts,
No simple texts with words,
No they don't do anything but hurt,
I'd rather a call,
A meeting elsewhere,
Because trust has been broken,
And I don't want a single touch,
Not a single embrace to ruin,
A true verbal connection,
THE TRUTH is what I want,
Texts are just words on screen,
And I want that no more.
These are the sounds and things that keep me from fully feeling at peace.

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Something to keep you busy...

Mystery of the Sphinx - FREE Movie
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A little about freedom...

I've learned thus far, that freedom (if properly thought out) is not real!
Why do I say this?

To put it into words that you all can understand.

We can do what we want, but there is always some kind of price to pay! Whether it is with money, consequences or both.

If you commit a crime, you do the time!
If you make a choice and fail, there is a consequence.
For every action we make there is always a reaction.

When we are born, we are automatically bound without freedom! As an infant, we can not do everything for ourselves. That's probably the best part about life! For infants have no choices to make except to cry when we need love, attention or our butts changed.

As we grow older we are either shown and or taught our rights and wrongs. Our only freedom there is to choose what actions we make. We either mark on the walls( and get in trouble) or we don't and we live without the punishment of making that choice.

As teens we must decide if we steal or not, whether we try that drug and keep doing it or not, take a puff off a cigarette and keep smoking or not, go to a party and decide if we want to try different things or not. But with all these choices that we must make, they all have a reaction.

As adults we must make choices that affect our lives more so than when we were children, there are the choices of getting a job, going back to school, having children we must think wisely on what we teach them as they grow.

So as you can see, there is a freedom of choice, but no freedom at all for every choice made has it's repercussions! We can only hope that the choices we make are the right ones, no choice has a guarantee that it's right or wrong, we must wait and see what the outcome will be.

Whether you know what will come in the future or not, you are not guaranteed what choice you made to get to that outcome!

I hope I have put this into words to which you might understand my meaning when I say Freedom does not exist! Life is but a two sided coin, and no matter what side that coin is on, there is always a right and a wrong! Where is the freedom?

I'll let you be the judge of that.
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