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Uncommon knowledge
Premonitions to events is something I discovered a few years back in 2017, I went through hurtful event, I almost lost my son through court and I went through a break up and I also lost close family and friends. Now a suprising thing happened through all the choas and turmoil, I realized then that I had a premonition, a dream prior to it happening, initially I thought it was bluff because it was subtle. I believe the suffering led to my awakening which was accompanied with dreams. So I started writing them down as it came true later. Sometimes I will obtain knowledge prior to an event happening, I will envision it in a dream and see it later. So I jot it down because I tend to forget when I wake up.
By EnspiredbyEden5 years ago in Poets
Lessons in Forgetting
This won’t be a practical how-to essay equipped with links to the best meal replacement shake for adults or how to prepare to change your own parent’s diapers. Though that’s helpful, I’m hoping to give you the gift of your own writing. A chance to write your way through what is inherently painful and difficult. Weekly, I will post a poem I wrote as an example along with a poetry prompt to get you writing your own truths.
By Freckles Farm5 years ago in Poets
Mentality
Living in objectivity is not “objective” because what do we really know? I live subjectively to find objective answers in my own life. For me a philosophical mind state is the most freeing space my mind can live in. I look at all possibilities and all sides to find whats missing. Only the real can expose itself to you, but in order to see, you must free your mind from finding the one single best answer. Instead come to terms with the fact there might not be the one single best answer.
By Ethan Holloway5 years ago in Poets
Opposing hearts
He can not feel it through the icy wall he's constructed; he's grown numb with the cold. Her hot breath in his ear, whispering promises of hope, can not penetrate his fortress. Her oath of perseverance grows wilted from her tears, the salty stains marring the surface and making it unclean.
By Andrea James5 years ago in Poets
