I wake up with that attitude, and about thirty more during the day - I see too much, but if you didn't see what brings you down maybe it wouldn't be so hard.

Often how blessed I would be if I didn't see the darkness of my life trying to bring me DOWN.

Nice write... and true.

Keep true to yourself... and the mirror looks a lot better.

TAB

captured the group.... is there a middle ground.
LOL

nice dirk.... keep sharing

Besides its not like a bunch of people come on here as phonies pretending with names to make something out of nothing.

The real people stay in the room for awhile, and there poetry in pretty nice.....

TAB

I honestly don't know so I just changed email passwords and names. No harm no foul, its a free sight, whats the worse case senario someone copies my superficial heartfelt poetry and sells in a book. LOL.. otherwise its a place to share our writing...

Besides its always nice to be someone else sometimes.... LOLL

TAB

Not this site but my computer and this site. Thanks for asking

Nicely written Mom, but children do many foolish things for attention. Abuse and abandoment can make a lonely world come alive with falsehoods just in order to explain neglet.

just my opinion... only God can understand the truth to falsehood, and sometimes the reason behind it.

From one liar to the next, I think all have fallen short of true honesty... its such a lonely word.

Writteninstone

Changed everything, had someone hacking my computer on this sight. I don't know how...

TAB/Writteninstone

missed everyone. Things have been discouraging..

nice

A vision passed by yesterday,
I barely captured the moment.
Did that just happen to me now
Or was is from the past or present.

It must be an acquired talent to adjust
one mind to comprehend the possibility.
That this specific moment is more
than just now, but another reality.

Not Déjà vu, not a dream from beyond.
Not a search for tomorrow, just hear
Its seems to stream from waves of sounds
Portals of broken skies, time pitches hitting a mirror

Was that fork in the road I missed?
Did I claim to know tomorrow?
or a missed guided fork I avoided
What good unless to prevent some sorrow.

Its seems as others know this game
The Portal open, closes, vision false or true
Jump aboard, stay away, and keep quiet
All for a sentiment, for was it me or you?

The portals life, are we sliding in or out?
Distress is the feeling, don't fall from above
Calm, relax, enjoy but don't make too much it
For if those words were truly right they would surly bring LOVE.

Don't follow anything other than what you believe,
to be good and right for your soul.
Following those games, for hopes your right path
might just be the reason your road is very low.

The lesson I learned is I tried to love all
By following, remembering and caring with my heart
I gained world, and at times I lost my soul
That lost was no better for myself, and now we all apart.

To turn over a new leaf, or move to the next chapter of the book.
I never quite understood, I apologize for the misleads
I was only saying words to answers your questions.
I only pray for everyone they were seeds.

Seeds of love, seeds of care, seeds of hope- for our friendship.
That for each us and for everyone that love shone through
Words came with truth, inspiration and intrinsic insight
They weren't portals - they were my words to the real you.

The word portals of life are open at birth,
our choices at the times are paths that lead to those in whom we believe we care.
Though from now on, I think I'll take everyone out
And place God in his Right and Proper Chair.

Thanks to all my friends, whose portals
Have led me into the craziness of my life.
Your words were used to hurt me, for some greater good.
With love, and hope for each and all
I hope we can all forgive and we've been misunderstood.

So when I followed your words, your ways, and your ideas
I truly listened to everyone heart hoping for all our best
My fickle world of love, was awaiting someone to stay
I had no real idea that was the truer test.

My words were not to be portals; they were from me to you
My words were for you to remember me, and no one seemed to hear.
My words were off the top of my head, from the bottom of my heart.
My words you used for your portals, for that explains each lonely tear.

I tried to love unconditionally.

God Bless


writteninstone