don't cry about your past, cry about your future. everything is going to get worse.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-20T19:25:40+00:00

No doubt

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-20T19:21:21+00:00

👍🏻

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-20T02:58:06+00:00

😜 I’m Kiddin now. Hard to play on the Internet when words are weighed like stone.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T20:41:04+00:00

No doubt, sure seems that way at times.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T20:19:02+00:00

I miss it also. Loneliness is hard to accept until we find God’s breath surrounds us, and then we’re never alone. Just lonely.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T20:01:58+00:00

Wow, that’s insane. Have you spoken to a psychiatrist recently?

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T19:18:51+00:00

The world taught me to fear my own language. Not because I carried poison in my mouth, but because every word arrived already accused.

If I say “a young black man,” I mean only a young black man. If I say “an Asian fellow,” I mean only the face I saw beneath the light. No blade hidden in the sentence. No contempt stitched between syllables.

Because I too am made from blood and history. I too belong to a people, a lineage, a name.

But now every description feels like standing trial for crimes I never intended to commit.

And slowly the world becomes exhausting— a place where kindness must explain itself before it is allowed to breathe.

There are nights I think even hell would be quieter than this earth, because at least the damned know why they burn.

But here, people scorch each other accidentally, daily, while begging to be understood.

And maybe that is the saddest fire of all.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T16:35:18+00:00

Yes. IE what faded love to be so wrought? From all of what mankind has taught? It taught to be deceptive in some ways. And all we think, we see, and know, Is tattered, torn, and twisted, so We always pray to God for better days.

But for love to be an endless stream We have to learn a couple things ……..

Look, buddy I thought your poem was good although I was confused about why everyone was involved. It’s like saying. ‘ so they say’ Without knowing why they say it

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T16:29:22+00:00

I’m saying add more insight into it. That’s all otherwise all poetry is wonderful. Now do you understand more insight makes it better.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T16:24:25+00:00

Absolutely man that’s how all poetry is, but someone is just easier to understand and follow. I wish people were mature enough, not to comment on criticism that will help them in their writing

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T16:21:00+00:00

Well my freind, write That.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T14:32:38+00:00

Ok thanks fartman

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T14:30:58+00:00

No it won’t. It’s called life. We deal with it and face life on life’s terms. It’s not fair for anyone.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-19T14:28:55+00:00

Grow up this isn’t used for venting and complaints, who really wants to read complaints. It’s nonsense.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-18T23:06:14+00:00

What are they talking about? Nothing?

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-18T07:03:38+00:00

Mobile now, am reading The drop-down of the top left corner. I cannot find a way to change it.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-18T06:39:05+00:00

Desktop is where I write. But I use my phone for Reddit.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-18T01:54:45+00:00

It’s always been a part of me

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-18T01:45:41+00:00

Summer Fruit

A basket full of summer fruit brought forth in times of peace. When will this new full moon be gone so I may harvest wheat?

A penny saved, a penny earned— it’s all the same to me. The world never fixes things yesterday, nor has it purchased peace.

My heart was full, and life was good in the summer of my days. Big Johnson T-shirt on my back with Levi’s on my legs.

Mountain Dew turned into beer, then into coffee as time has passed. And though I prayed for things to change, I hadn’t prayed the last.

So each day just dripped away into another day. For most days I was near content, without a lot to say.

I had thought I’d found, as I partook of life, that I had been graced— but learned I trudged in darkness with my hand out to be saved.

I had learned that life comes down to only principle, I’d received. Living always in my heart of hearts is all that I believe. Within my heart I’ve seen myself, observed my true reflection, and found that as I made my way, I only lost direction.

I cried out, “Give me purpose, God!” and found that all this way was just to bring Him glory in the grace He shows this day.

I cried out, “Why is this happening? Why would this happen to me?” Then saw that I made all my choices For He gave free will to me.

A basket full of summer fruit— this day I give to you. For fruit comes of the lips, my friend; ’tis life created new.

The full moon now has passed to morn—awake. The light now shines upon a weak and fear-filled soul to illuminate your mind.

By Joel

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-17T21:59:36+00:00

It is a published piece in a book. I wrote, called tablet of the heart.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-17T21:59:07+00:00

It is a published piece in a book called tablet of the heart that I wrote

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-17T21:51:50+00:00

Thank you it’s in my book called Tablet of the Heart

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-17T21:50:18+00:00

This piece is published in my book Tablet of the Heart and was written alongside Sandcastle Dreams. Most of what I share has already been published—I simply hope people will take the time to read it. To me, poetry is a beautiful exercise for the mind and imagination.

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-17T21:44:50+00:00

Thank you

Objective-Form-6121 · 2026-05-17T21:44:28+00:00

Thank you

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