I am what I am
a vessel in the arms of the great I AM
I am a mother, an artist, a musician, a poet
and most importantly a kind person who tries
to touch the lives of others in a positive way
As long as my heart beats I will try to be
a light of kindness in this sometimes dark world
I will give of myself and what I have to others
My heart and soul will always belong to God
and his spirit lives in me as I try to be his hands
and feet on earth as I long as I am here
I go back to Pinterest because why wouldn't I.
It's addictive and gives me something to do I won't even lie.
I scroll and click and scroll and click once more.
It's hard to put down because it keeps my mind in control.
There's rings, clothes, books, and most importantly help for me.
I can relate a little too much to some of the posts and that's key
For me to come back I need to want, to CRAVE the feed
Everyday I open it and everyday I feel my hate for myself grow and my love for Pinterest turn into need.
It makes me happy. I know it's confusing but that's where my heart settled
I lay in my bed looking at these people who I wish I was and I meddle
I meddle with my mind but also my body. But I can't be them and I never will be and I come to term
I've thought that I hate this app but I love it because it can be good, i've learned
It's fun, nice, addictive, and amazing just don't scroll too deep or you'll get beat
I've had too much experience diving too deep and that's a fact
But I just CAN'T stop going back!
Still Growing
seventy-three and one-half years young
can’t forget the half-don’t want to appear
younger than I actually am
seems like yesterday I was living in
a foster home and working on the farm
and that was fifty-six years ago
my biggest regret was all the
potential friendships I destroyed
because I was an angry person. I
came from a dysfunctional home
where every form of abuse was acceptable
I had PTSD of a sort so the shrink said
which stunted my social skills
my biggest triumph was accepting
Jesus has my savior. I have slowly learned
to forgive others and just as importantly myself
it has been a life long process and my transformation
is not totally finished but I am better than I was.
Now I have very few friends from the past but am
making some new ones while treating people with
respect.
Being content with the way things are is a
wonderful feeling.
People talk of the birds and bees
As a placeholder for the broader world
Reproducing in fecundity along with May flowers.
But there’s a deeper reason for the association
And it’s the sight and sound
Of them being relentlessly busy.
We notice them, their flights
And their buzzings and chirpings,
And more importantly we feel those sounds
In our very core,
A vibration that relieves of us stress
Releases endorphins
Makes us whole, and thus holy,
And reminds us
Maybe we too should take the time
To dance and sing, and build our nests
In the rejuvenating comfort
Of spring’s warm embrace.
(5/3/26)
Maturity comes with age,
you can use hormones to make the body age faster,
but you can’t age the mind.
for some people,
the chemicals have damaged the brain cells
they may never grow up.
25 is when you grow up,
it is as if your soul awaken.
you begin to notice patterns of:
deceit,
Betrayal,
hatred
Making you
bitter
distant
the hope you had as a child
the dreams begin to wither
the eye of the eye begins to open
all senses begin to flood in.
No more second chances
No more waiting for you to screw up.
Protection of
Time
Peace
Energy
and most importantly
` yourself.
You will be okay
Don't listen to the girls who call you ugly
You aren't ugly, you are perfect
Mami and papa want to know what's going on with you
They don't want you to hide it because you are scared to hurt them
Don't do what that teacher tells you
She isn't trying to keep you safe
Don't give up on your music studies
Soon they will be taking you to New York City to compete
Don't ever stop writing how you feel
It's your right to express yourself
It's okay to love somebody
Even if they aren't the best for you
But most importantly, my love,
Don't be scared
To ask for help
Sooner than when I did
On whatever side you stand today…in this divided nation
A question now I offer for your consideration….
Years from now when your grandchildren and great grandchildren
sit upon you knee
and ask what you did during this pivotal time in our country’s history.
Will you answer in a whisper…
or say your words aloud
and more importantly…
will your answer make your grandchildren
and your great-grandchildren proud.
You know me
but you don't recognize me
now that I am unchained.
Take a closer look,
that's right,
look me in the eye.
Do you recognize me now?
I'm the woman you used to
use and abuse.
The one you confused
and kept in a daze
with your chauvinistic ways,
controlling me
like I was your possession.
That's why
you don't recognize me,
because today
my head is held high, not low.
I'm not dying on the inside,
my countenance I all aglow.
I am no longer compliant.
I'm outspoken and defiant.
I've found my balance,
and how to bring out the best
in me, and more importantly,
how to love me.
That's why
you don't recognize me,
because I'm a new creation,
under the protection
of a higher power,
who taught me to walk
in no man's shadow,
to have no fear,
because I am empowered,
independent,
and a phenomenal woman.
See, you know me,
but you don't recognize me,
now that I have.... evolved.
I am made of fire
And stone
But my heart beats rhythmically with a tone...
too powerful for weak ears to hear
The oceans within me break way to the tides
And I'm left here losing my mind
I am made of questions, poetry, and care
Wrapped up into one whole being who is constantly gasping for air
I am a soldier in a war not meant to see
Battling the darkness, my demons...
And most importantly...
Me.
Grace.
I'm tired of not knowing how to show you my love.
Without you in my life id be a spirit flying up above
Me and you, we are one, like a hand in a glove
You're so elegant and pretty and you smell great, if you were a bird, you'd be a dove.
And I'd be the water you clean yourself in, the food you eat, the water you drink, the books you read, the blood you bleed grace I don't know how to explain this, but I love you more than enough.
You truly are the perfect date
The beautiful scent that trails behind you as i struggle to keep up when we skate
The smile your face holds is heavier than any weight
I deserve so much worse, but i've accepted you are my fate
You are so perfect, but all you see are your flaws, that is the one thing I hate
You are flawless, I mean that grace
There aren't enough words to help you understand that you are so much more than great.
You are astonishing, awe-inspiring, breathtaking, extraordinary, incredible, marvelous, prodigious, and most importantly you are grace
After this many years; I’ve realized, your my soulmate
Why do we keep trashing our beautiful world?
By doing so we risk making it completely barren.
Do we really want a world with no bees and trees
no life at all is what we risk for our lovely planet
For without trees we would have little oxygen
and no pollination of plants and our flowers
water would dry up and leave only dust
turning the world into a barren desert
Is this what we really want? No I say its not
but we seem not to listen to nature herself
for why I ask. Is profit so high and important
that we turn our backs on life essentials?
We see it already in soaring temperatures
crops dying in the fields wizen and burnt
when will our governments act and address
the problems caused mainly by greed
Of striping our planet of things it needs
do we ever learn to leave things to nature?
or do we want to leave these problems
to our children to inherent and hopefully solve
why? oh why? are we so blind and careless
of the treasures left to us to safe guard from harm.
People please wake up and learn to cherish
and more importantly to teach our leaders to do
what's right for this lovely world of ours
We're surrounded, or so it seems to me,
by some strange and stupid sayings,
as examples, here's but three...
Altho' outdated, 'How do you do?' is one,
and, if so asked, 'How do I do what?'
my response would be.
Another such, 'It's stunning!'
'Incapacitating' perhaps?
I think not, something there needs shunning.
Also, 'It's brilliant!', is another,
and, my thoughts about it,
'Sparkling, shiny at twilight time?'
I seriously doubt it.
But why are so many Brits compelled
to repeat these inanities, and who thinks them up?
More importantly, I'd like to apply for that job,
as I could conjure up even worse insanities.
Didn't make old bones, me dad,
Taken from us far too young
Barely reached his sixties when
He was killed by Farmers’ Lung.
Too many dusty threshing days,
Noxious fumes dipping sheep,
He seemed to live a life
Just to eat, work and sleep.
A farm labourer which made
Him a man of many skills,
No time for a doctor’s visit,
No time for potions and pills.
Loved greenhouse and garden
But he loved even more
Lonely walks across the fields
Carrying a loaded twelve bore.
Not a sportsman shooter,
No, everything he shot
Very gratefully accepted
Into the family cooking pot.
A man of quiet wisdom who
Set me standards to live by
And most importantly showed.
A man at times is allowed to cry.
We never really did talk much
Never did have much to say
Sitting watching the old TV
In our quiet companionable way.
He looks back at me in the mirror,
As I look back at him with pride
So glad I could be with him
At his side the day he died.
I sat there with quiet pride
For I really hadn't suspected
That my dad had been
So very well respected.
The church was packed
On his funeral day
Most of the village came to
Quietly send him on his way.
The root cause of hate is fear
And so if you hate me then you fear me,
Which in some cases would be totally justified.
Such as if I’m a Muslim jihadi without a clue
What jihad actually means
And so wants you dead simply because we disagree,
Or say I’m a trans activist willing to kill
You and your helpless innocent children as they pray,
Because of something so arbitrary as I want to.
Everything we do sends a message
A message out into the infinite sphere of space,
Often called Heaven,
And out to everyone me meet
And these actions flavor us, our words, our looks
And most importantly our impact.
Do we seek to calm and please others
Or disturb and disrupt them?
It all depends on what they are doing.
If you’re in love with blowing yourself up
Or shooting children
In the name of some narcissistic cause
I can tell you, you should be scared,
Terrified and truly phobic,
Of my sanity, basic decency and normalcy.
Who am I?
I may be six, sixteen or sixty-six but,
“I am Charlie Kirk.”
(9/17/25)
I wanna feel that blinding love, The one you'd live for
The one which feels like sunshine and rain on your face.
The one that feels like the first leaves of the fall.
I wanna witness the summer of love with, sweet voice notes, long hugs and late night shenanigans.
Ballroom dancing in the middle of a crowded street
Moments of laughing but most importantly, just loving.
A Love, that is straight out of a Cartland novel,
where the hero has it all
And then there's a picky princess who goes down for her only strength.
You know the kind of love poets write about, artists paint, musicians compose and singers sing
The one you see in the eyes and smiles,
in rainbows and the midnight skies
In a theatre or in an instagram reel
I wanna feel it all.
The epic, passionate love that lovers die for.
~ Shreshtha Mishra
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