If ever I am going to find peace, than I must set down rules. These rules, I have believed for far too long were for others to follow. It has finally hit me over the head (like the cliche: ton of bricks) that the rules must be MINE.
My overall survival depends upon setting up RULES to live by; if not I will perish under the oppression of my captors. Stockholm syndrome – whatever it may be – I must figure out a way to save myself from this constant barrage of self inflicted abuse.
My Rules For Peace:
1. Say NO
2. Ignore negativity
3. Find out what makes me happy
4. Look forward
5. Do NOT accept pain
6. Love myself enough to take care of ME
7. Remember what my father would want for me; not what others want for me
8. Selfish is
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April is National Poetry Month, and we love each day’s flurry of new posts tagged #nationalpoetrymonth in the WordPress.com Reader and across the internet. WordPressers are busy in the #napowrimo tag as well, participating in NaPoWriMo, Maureen Thorson’s annual project that encourages and challenges poets to write a poem a day in April.
Let’s look at some poetry we’ve stumbled upon recently across the WordPress.com community.
She was a sixth grader, who mistook my lamppost legs and power line arms for a fifth grader. She was as old as the boys throwing grass in each other’s hair, rolling around in a kind of awkward tango towards manhood.
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A very good read!
I wanted to share this video with you all. I found this to be very powerful as well as thought provoking. Please watch video with an open mind.
If you have some comments I would be open to discussing the topic.