Family
A Rose đš is a Rose đĽ is a Rose đ
I say with quite an unswerving conviction that whatever form of posterity love â¤ď¸ takes through me , it surely draws upon a wide variety . Itâs range extends into similes, metaphors and as well into parodies, with underpinnings that make me tantalizingly closer to love more than any. It whispers sweet nothings as in verses carelessly spreading in sprees. Intently so, its Provence alongside its piercings, underlie in the following: Disclosureâ Dear reader, this then, above all the deep down revelations, dares in exacting ( rather perfecting it, here and now,) the didactical tonal cleaves of love; vaunting nor wailing to the end of this excessive. To that, bear me in peace! And as is, it equals toâme celebrating you in me, as originally as can be. Indubitably so, for my sort of poetic utterances, perhaps landing more fairly, (now more than ever, ) over your eyes, to envision âWHITE brighter than bright , as in peace đď¸. Though it may not be precisely clear but here comes a verse field of emotion depicting love as I view it ⌠Love can be crafty, Love can be sweet, So is ,Such is , Said of it !
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Confessions
How would you guarantee peace?
Peace is a very sensitive state which takes just the slightest wrong action to trigger a set of events which will eventually lead to its destruction. It doesnât take much to disrupt peace; a wrong look, a misunderstanding, an unfunny joke etc. Donât get carried away, in this article I am not talking about how to maintain peace between two nations, that's way too big of a scale and way too complex a problem. I am talking about how to maintain peace at your very own tiny scale, the peace between your friends, your relatives or simply in your neighborhood.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Ten Things About Me
Ten Facts About Me As much as I enjoy creating my content from my imagination, sometimes it is nice to take a brief break and do one of these viral prompts. I donât consider myself to be a very interesting person, so we will see how this goes. We all have our own unique stories to tell and we each do it in our own ways.
By Sarah Tagert2 years ago in Confessions
What is Love?
What is Love? The world searches for it, yet barely anyone finds it. The difference in the types can also be seen from family to lovers. We all search for that Love and acceptance of others. Some just do not have a healthy family, leading to choosing the wrong mates. Yet it is ingrained in our very nature to seek this same thing. From the beginning, humanity wanted Love and to avoid disappointment. I am no different from the others in finding belonging in family and the outside world. It is strange to sit back and watch others in their many relationships. However, more personal experience is needed to ensure everything is correct. I have watched the relationships in my family and of those around me. It is interesting to see how successful marriages looked like my parents and grandparents have had. I have seen some toxic relationships with family and friends also. Yet even watching the crime shows have shown all the red flags to look at as a warning. Then, to see messed up people even having a loving relationship is also so interesting.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Confessions
Dejanelle
A true Queen will adjust another Queenâs crown. Women who pick up other women in adversity, in question, in fear, in jealousy; even if you dislike a woman or disagree with her there is no need to tear another woman down. In a world where women have been subjected to the world of men, at the hands of men, at the look down upon by men; it can be hauntingly concerning and scary. It is not easy being a woman. It is not easy being a man either but both of us suffer at the hands of other menâs decisions and desires.
By Cadma2 years ago in Confessions
Shame on me
Shame on me My name is Jessica, a 30-year-old woman. I broke up with my child's father a few months ago even though he takes good care of our child. I decided to call him here Frank. I met another guy over nine months ago and we immediately hit it off. Here is where my story began.
By MON YEN 2 years ago in Confessions
Lie to Me. Issue # 3. Content Warning.
My blood was pumping, my hands were shaking, my mind was racing through all of the impossible scenarios that could happen to get me out of my current situation; I was exposed and for a pathological liar that is the worst possible thing that can happen. I didnât know what to do, I was scared, I couldnât lie anymore, nobody would believe me even if I was telling the truth. We had argued until the morning, when suddenly we heard a knock at our door.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker2 years ago in Confessions
The Liar
"Why do people lie, grandpa?" My eldest grandson looks at me, his earnest face a mixture of curiosity and concern. It's difficult to hold his gaze without my eyes getting a little wet. I owe him the truth, even at the tender age of seven. So many others have lied to him and let him down. I hope this isn't the only place in his life where he hears the truth.
By John Cox2 years ago in Confessions
