words

Loving my son, building my son, touching my son, playing with my son, being with my son_ these aren__ tasks that only super dads can perform. These are tasks that every dad should perform. Always. Without fail.

Dads. Do your faces light up when you first see your child in the morning or when you come home from work? Do you not understand that a child__ entire sense of value can revolve around what they see in your face when you first see them?

Do you not realize that your kids are going to make mistakes, and a lot of them? Do you not realize the damage you do when you push your son__ nose into his mishaps or make your daughter feel worthless because she bumped or spilled something? Do you have any idea how easy it is to make your child feel abject? It__ as simple as letting out the words, __hy would you do that!?_ or __ow many times have I told you_

Dads. Do you not realize that a child is what you tell them they are? That people almost always become what they are labeled? Was whatever your child just did really the __umbest thing you__e ever seen somebody do_? Was it really the __ost ridiculous thing they ever could have done_? Do you really believe that your child is an idiot? Because she now does. Think about that. Because you said it, she now believes it. Bravo.

Dads. It__ time to tell our kids that we love them. Constantly. It__ time to show our kids that we love them. Constantly. It__ time to take joy in their twenty-thousand daily questions and their inability to do things as quickly as we__ like. It__ time to take joy in their quirks and their ticks. It__ time to take joy in their facial expressions and their mispronounced words. It__ time to take joy in everything that our kids are.

And all the best words together couldn't hold the happiness.

Children are gifts. They are not ours for the breaking. They are ours for the making.

Dads. It__ time to show our sons how to properly treat a woman. It__ time to show our daughters how a girl should expect be treated. It__ time to show forgiveness and compassion. It__ time to show our children empathy. It__ time to break social norms and teach a healthier way of life! It__ time to teach good gender roles and to ditch the unnecessary ones. Does it really matter if your son likes the color pink? Is it going to hurt anybody? Do you not see the damage it inflicts to tell a boy that there is something wrong with him because he likes a certain color? Do we not see the damage we do in labeling our girls __om boys_ or our boys __eminine_ just because they have their own likes and opinions on things? Things that really don__ matter?

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

Words are never frail. They have all the powers to change the personality and features of a man. The way he relates and depicts the things are based on the words he discovers. At one point where words portray happiness for someone, it also counts for the tears to some. The day we comprehend the strength of words, we would choose them more closely and patiently. Where we would prefer silence more over words. If words are our strength, they are our weakness too.

I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple -- or a green field -- a place to enter, and in which to feel. Only in a secondary way is it an intellectual thing -- an artifact, a moment of seemly and robust wordiness --wonderful as that part of it is. I learned that the poem was made not just to exist, but to speak --to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was needed.

If your actions don't live up to your words, you have nothing to say.

I am not here to compete in the war of words, I am here to nurture the future of stories.

Poetry Saved Me

I love words. _I crave descriptions that overwhelm my imagination with vivid detail. _I dwell on phrases that make my heart thrum. _I cherish expressions that pierce my emotions and force the tears to spill over. _ In essence, I long for a writer's soul sealed in ink on the page.

Create your best life with your consciously chosen thoughts, words, and actions.

I Am In Love With Myself, With My Heart.

Maisie bit her lip. She had learned that sometimes it was best to let words die of their own accord, rather than fight them.