Sometimes I drowned under unbearable memories Pain that you caused is always under the surface Pushing to the top Making a nuisance You don't know or care Would rather drink it away * Well I'm more than that Better than that Stronger than you My heart is full of love I am the light of the world I am the peace in the night The sunrise on the horizon A faint whisper on the air Loves eternal embrace * Now my life is a straight path No more pain do I feel I am more than your evil That will burn forever In regret and hate Whilst I make The most of it
Daisies grow in the flower bed during the spring the sun beats them out during the fall, they begin to wilt winter is a blank skeletal stare yet they are to come full circle for the daisies were never there *** Your hurt and hate has been negated and I have seen a beam of light that will destroy your negative plight *** Now you can heal begin to reveal and to feel once again strengthened through grace empowered by God a beautiful seedling ready to yet again, grow from the soil.https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison/new-poetry-the-healing-we-feel-3128af97a42e: Hurt & Healing
Building that little basket of wood settled in the distance tree lines away from the light and the rain full of hope and desire the little nest egg
Crisp skies lines riveted with white broken tree top delight on gray clouds hung low on children's laughter where the birds chirp and sing to their hearts master through windows we gaze moving mountains afar in the minds eyes we dare to be
Please check out Beach Town: Survivors for the perfect autumn read. A zombie apocalypse novella! Part I in the spin-off mini-series. You should also read the main books when you can!
I’m working on Part II as we speak, and it’s set in autumn as promised! Although with work changes and other things getting to writing is a little more challenging lately. I do hope to be able to bring it to you before the end of the year though!
Welcome! How are you today? I am good, thank you! – English
Willkommen! Wie geht’s? Mir geht es gut, danke! – German
Прошу. Як справи? – Ukrainian
Laipni lūdzam. Kā jums klājas? – Latvian
With that random introduction I hope you are all well, sincerely. With time nowadays going slower – most likely due to it being beautiful autumn – I feel as if I can do more.
I am on some new medication to help with mental health. During this time in my life, I obviously need them. I was hesitant to mention this but why not? People struggle sometimes and you should not be afraid to talk about how you feel or your mental health! Good wellbeing is important to maintaining a positive mindset. Mindfulness and meditation can assist, as can healthy eating and exercise. Social interaction is important too. Allow your body and mind to heal any way you can. The downside is that I am slightly tired during the day – due to the sedating effects – although I take it at night.
My poem today is called Fresh Start. I hope it echoes my ambitions for the future. This year has gone by fast. We are already in October!
Plant the seed and watch her grow power of the mind and I'm letting go see her stem rise and the sun on her leaf I can imagine, she'd be good to meet her bright lit surface and rooted ground she is growing, I am coming down now she is high, reaching the sky I am so glad, we can begin again.
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If you want to learn something new then consider using the internet! I say this as during the darker months keeping your mind active can make all the difference. I found some great sites to learn languages, for example; Lingoda and Pimsleur. Both offer language courses for a price each month.
Every day is a fresh start! Why not change every… single… day? Do something different every day. With the exception of some work which I would imagine involves some repetition. 😂😎
Since the last few weeks has proved quite challenging for me in terms of my physical health and mental health, I decided to start revisiting church.
I am a believer and to me keeping my faith strong is important for my mental and physical wellbeing. The only issue is that I lacked church visitation, which I am not too happy about. Mostly because I don’t like to attend on my own. Today I made an effort to go out around 10am to visit the St Thomas’s Church which is within an hour of where I live and has been on my radar for a while. I have seen many old churches which are in much better condition, this was still in good condition but inside you can tell it doesn’t have the funding that others do. I spoke to a gentleman who confirmed the funding was poor. I understand time are hard, but it is surely the Church of England that should be taking it upon itself to provide adequate funding and repairs and not the general public who can only give what they can afford most of the time.
You will notice that this is huge, like most churches, and it has an upstairs which I was not expecting. I will be returning in the near future for sure to attend a Holy Communion service. I was granted permission to take photographs.
I was respectful to the altar and not to cross the wrong boundaries, but the public can enter the choir gallery area.
The church is large but apparently has a small congregation of people who attend regularly. I hope that more people will attend services here. It is one of a number of Church of England churches throughout Greater Manchester. I have yet to visit St. Peters church and St. Georges churches. I do intend to visit them but finding them open is very difficult considering that they are only open on Sunday for a brief time. This was not always the case.
Funding has blatantly decreased, and the public seem less interested in church and religions than ever before. The advent of modern belief systems has drawn a substantial part of the populace away from traditions like Christianity toward new age enlightenment beliefs and such. This is of course not deterring from the fact that there are around 2.83 billion Christians in the world making it the largest religion still to this day based on the teachings of Jesus Christ. A whopping 1.9 billion are Islamic and 1.25 billion are Hindu. Around 1.1 billion are non-religious. I hope that puts things in perspective – you should never feel ashamed of your faith. There will be others, so don’t be afraid to connect with them. The writer of Hebrews encourages the gathering together of friends and family as a community for support, love and wellbeing.
I was a little apprehensive about visiting as I haven’t done so in a while. I hope any future visits will provide an opportunity to connect with like-minded individuals. Thank you so much for reading and I hope the pictures are enjoyable too.
If you liked then please like, comment and let me know whether you are a part of a belief system or if you are an atheist.
She sits opposite me in this leather booth. The restaurant is fairly busy, waiters and waitresses flock from table to table, taking orders, delivering drinks and food and gossiping about social media nonsense. I daren’t reveal to this brunette bombshell that I am vegan, after she took the leap to tell me on the way here. “I’m vegan,” she had said. I didn’t want to share my intimate life details or let her feel some connection, because honestly, the whole date was a big set up. I’d agreed to this after being paired with this lady by a friend. Yeah, she was okay, she chatted a lot about family and decided to tell me about her recently holiday with her ‘girlfriends.’ Not that I was bothered though.
But… the waiter came over and I knew there was no way for me to hide my diet preference, and that was all it was, a way to stay slim and healthy. I don’t care about animal activism. I’d rather let her do all the talking, but I have to throw in the occasional question to sound interested. “Been there before?” She’s forgotten her own holiday already, and she talked about it for like 20 minutes. The waiter hovers over our table, pen on his pad. After viewing the menu, seeing the little choice there was for vegans, I decided to brave it.
“Yeah loads of times,” she finally responds, blushing and batting her eyelids. Damn, this woman is really into me and we’ve known each other for about an hour or two. Essentially a blind date. I give her the silent credit, she is busty, slim and tall. Her wit is questionable, after telling me I look like Colin Farrell. I look nothing like him and was born in Brighton to a mother who worked in a factory and alcoholic father who beat me as a child after his drunken nights out. Maybe being a Colin lookalike was the career change I needed. She glances to the menu and looks to the waiter, he’s young, probably early twenties and for some reason looking down her bra. Kid, take the order and **** off.
“I’ll have the vegan burger,” she says.
“Fries or onion rings?” he asks, smiling. Little jerk is jerking me around, can he not see she is on a date? I with hold my frustration and give him some leeway, as he probably hasn’t even reached puberty yet. “Okay great. An you sir?”
All can be forgiven, he’s addressed me by my master title, sir. Maybe I should correct him, to for the laughs. “Actually, it’s madam,” I say. The waiters face drops and he blushes. The young woman chuckles, and I get a leg up.
“Excuse me, madam.” So far so good, obedient waiter. “What would you like to order?” Oh dear the shame is built up, and I have to look at the menu, but cannot contain myself and splutter, laughing my ass off, she laughs again, and grabs my hand.
“Stop it,” she laughs. Her skin is smooth, her eyes magnetic blue. “What are you eating?”
I really was tempted to push it and order a portion of crisps, I didn’t have the mental energy now. “I’ll have the exact same, thank you.” The waiter takes the order and leaves without another word.
“So are you vegan then?” She smells of rose perfume and has that peaky, coloured tone in her cheeks. Do I confess my intimate details to a stranger? It wouldn’t go anywhere anyway.
“No, but I thought I’d try it.”
“You should be, it’s great.” Oh no, que the long animals abuse rant. I cut her off as she goes to speak.
“Do you want to know a fun fact about burgers?” She draws closer, smiling, her pearly whites glisten under the dim light.
“I’d love to.”
“Well,” I say, hesitating. “Burgers are sluts.” She pulls away, flushed. “They told me they like to be eaten out.” I expect her to laugh, but oh well, there she goes, from the table and out the door. I enjoy the moment and thank God I didn’t have to dump her.
We all have our fears and desires. We all want something in life. Most people just want to be happy. I want to write, and I want to share it.
It isn’t strange to think we are here now, alive. But it is strange to think at one point things were different, and that nothing will be here one day. To think that it was here to begin with.
Power on whisked to the heavens by the hands of angels finding a cassette of reflections of many years into the future sound that echoed through time looking glass has me defined alive