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    • Some times

      There are times when things should be said
      Things should be done
      It is met with silence

      Then there are times things are done
      Without thought
      Automatically

      Sometimes things are said because it is felt
      Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back

      But there is a sometimes

      That trust is broken
      A wound never…Read More

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      • And it is times like this that you just want to SCREAM!!! Far too many people in our world bear wounds that never heal, ooze pain continually. Insightful poem, Fia. -Curt

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      Sometimes

      There are times when things should be said Things should be done It is met with silence   Then there are times things are done Without thought Automatically   Sometimes things are said because it is felt...  Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back.   But there...

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      • Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Thank you Gus for keeping up with me. xoxo

      • Chère F.,
        Love it that you post more often.
        And I read all of them.

        My favorite sentence in this poem is:

        Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back

        Wish I had thought of that. It tells me that I can’t possibly control everything. A comforting thought!

        I hope your Tuesday will be happy and full of inspiration.
        Warm greetings, Gus

      • hello beautiful Fia this is a profound write ❤️

      • No way! You gotta have hope always!
        Old story: There were two boys, one was a pessimist and the other an optimist. They were both put in a barn full of horse crap for a day. At the end of the day, the old man opened the door to see how the boys were doing. The pessimist was far back in the corner, on his tiptoes, complaining about all the shit and the smell. While the optimist was crouched down, frantically flinging the horse crap all over the place. The man asked that boy what was he doing. The boy said “With all this fresh horse shit, there’s gotta be a pony in here somewhere!
        But anyway, your write is on point with many of the days for us all. An accurate description of the struggle for basic sanity, at least!

        • That was funny. I am hopeful. My poems come to me from listening to music, news etc.. then I start musing over things. Thank you Styxian;))

      • Thank you Vision;))

      • That’s cool. I actually get much of my motivation from reading. it’s the words tumbling around in my head that create little scenarios that I build from. A lot! Music sets a mood, though, yes. Can’t live without it!

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      Stars Rite News 04/20/2026

      Hello, and welcome to another update of Stars Rite News. I want to start off with a couple of things that's happening in the background, since I haven't given an update in a while. What we are working on is...

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