Friday Feels: The Sunset On My Soul #Poetry

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I hope everyone is doing well. Tomorrow is the Fourth of July, (Independence day-U.S.) and whether you celebrate it or not, I hope you all stay safe and be well.

Today, I want to share a poem that touched me about something I love almost as much as loving poems and that is the sunset. There is something so hauntingly beautiful about the sunset. I believe when gazing at its beauty, I can feel the tranquility of it in my soul. My spirit feels at rest. I feel so much more by nature’s beauty.

          Sunset On My Soul
As my sunset soul dips into the ocean,
The moon rises with an eerie glow,
The darkness has a scary notion
Of its own.As white hues turn to violet,
Then scarlet and to orange,
As cool wind starts to blow,
Ripen the seeds all sown.

The stars at the tip of my pen,
As she sits and stares at the silhouette,
Mesmerised by nature’s charm,
She thinks of it all.

As she looks at the stars,
In the sky engraved,
She sees those horrible scars,
Put down by us all,
With endangered,
Every being, big or small.

Still in this new found haven,
She sits down smitten,
As she swings on the peg of life,
Rocking gently between joy and strife.
Life flows on,
Talking all,
Giving back none,
She now has avenged,
Taken her deserved revenge,
Instils it in our heart,
As you try to forget,
She gives it a kickstart,
Giving back tit for tat.

As my soul sets in the sea,
I finally let her be.

–From Star Sapphire
What does the sunset do to you? 
Enjoy your weekend, and be careful out there.



Don’t It Make You Wanna Scream

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With the way the world is today for those who are affected

With abuse, schemes, and injustice,

For the ones who feel they are constantly being push backwards

Don’t it make you wanna scream?

I can’t understand how all the marching, fighting for equality, for a better world

Can’t breathe, suffocating from a corrupt system,

People who will put their people in harm’s way

The ones who practice segregation, hatred, and abuse

Don’t it make you wanna scream?

I sometimes feel like I want to stop:



Talking about these things



And trying.

When will it stop?

When will children stop being hurt, victimized, and/or having a parent(s) being taken away from them?

When will people stop being judged by the color of the skin and still being killed?

Don’t it make you wanna scream?

This whole damn system sucks.

If a family needs help, you got to jump through hoops to get it, and your child may get taken away if the system feels like you can’t take care of them.

They tell a woman what to do with her body and some states made abortions to where she can’t even get an abortion if SHE wants to get one. No one has a say so on what a woman does to nor with her body.

But, is anyone going to do something about incestuous crime and other sexual crimes?


Is anything going to be done about the suicide rates, poverty, and police brutality most of all?

So much going on in the world and more than marching and posting needs to be done. But, those of us who are doing what we can, do not stop. We have to go on.

Screaming on the outside, crying on the inside thinking how 70 years ago how different races of people march and fought for change, for a better America

Just to get some changes that we so-called see today that came from them being beaten, hosed down, and having dogs attacking them by the ones who said they are to serve and protect, but don’t.

Me being a child laying on the warm grass looking up into the sky watching the clouds danced by, I would wish for a world to get better, a better tomorrow so my future children and their children’s children’s children wouldn’t still have to deal with the same bullshit our people had endured.

Don’t all this shit make you wanna scream?

I can barely focus on the good because every time I can take a breath, I feel robbed like many others when something else happened in the country/world. Like I have to get stronger so I won’t become weak to the ways of this world of people who refused to do what is right. Everyone has rights, and some forfeited their rights when they do something wrong is how I see it.

I get that this country is not utopia, but getting close to dystopia, though I am going to continue to work on myself to be a better me and do my part to help those who are deserving.

“We gotta make a change
It’s time for us as a people to start makin’ some changes
Let’s change the way we eat, let’s change the way we live
And let’s change the way we treat each other
You see the old way wasn’t working so it’s on us to do
What we gotta do, to survive.” — From Tupac’s Changes.

Side note: I hope everyone’s weekend went well. Sometimes I feel like if we put certain “things” in a bubble and keep filling that bubble up with those things and holding it in your chest, it will pop and cause something detrimental to happen.

Take care of yourself mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and physically. Talk it out. Scream it out. Walk it off. Meditate. Vent. Center yourself. Do whatever it is you can to protect your energy and space.

Take care and be safe. Peace out, lovelies.


Would You Like A Daily Reminder? #Poetry

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Good morning/afternoon! I hope you all are well and being safe. With what’s happening with this #covid19 #coronavirus pandemic, I hope that everyone is doing what they can to stay safe and to take precautions; and as I will do the same. One thing though, as I take this pandemic serious and pray for those affected, I am working on not allowing myself to get into the mass hysteria because…well, because I won’t since it will not help any. I need not say more on this because it gives me a headache after seeing memes about it and what people including the political and healthcare officials have to say about it. Hmm.

Below is a poem I would like to share from another writer whose poetry I had came upon on a website. It’s uplifting and filled with positivity. I hope it can help someone. Be strong. Be safe. And do what you can however you can. Do not stress yourself about any of what’s happening since in my country, the United States, it is also election year. 🤔 (I’ll stay quiet on this before I vent.)

Take care. Much love,


This Is A Daily Reminder

By: Nicolette- March 2015

This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To stay calm.

This is a daily reminder
To be yourself,
To not care what people think,
To know you can be anything.

This is a daily reminder
To love yourself,
To not hurt yourself,
To not work yourself up.

This is a daily reminder
That you are beautiful,
That you are amazing,
That you will succeed.

This is a daily reminder
To always have hope,
To have faith,
To know everything will be okay.

This is a daily reminder
That you have made it so far already,
That you haven’t given up,
That whatever you’re doing is right,
And that you are going to be amazing.

Don’t give up.
Keep holding on and believing.


Mirrored Souls- A Twin Flame #Love Story #amwriting #Fiction

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At first glance, the familiar recognition of mirrored souls was astounding as they stared deeply into each other eyes. Finally meeting at a resort in Montego Bay, Jamaica, they embraced and held on for a minute longer before ambling over to a tranquil area.

She touched his cheek softly and said how much this moment means to her; however, her lips hadn’t moved. Though, telepathically, he received her message and planted his lips upon hers.

Unhurriedly disconnecting to watch the waves of the blue-green ocean, they’re relieved to have finally given their healed heart another chance at love.

By: Pamela E Hester ©2017

I do hope you enjoy this story as I had writing it. Thanks for reading.

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This micofiction story was one I’ve written in 2017 for the César E Serrano Foundation competition. A couple of weeks ago I found out I didn’t won and yesterday I found out I didn’t made the finalist list either.
Although I am hurt by that, I am grateful to have taken a part in their foundation. It had really helped me. I once made a post last November about the International Day Of Words and about receiving a letter about being their ambassador and such.