Marysol Ramos
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Wise & Unafraid
The truth is, we live in a shitty ass world—where our hearts and minds get tainted from the very beginning. Without much awareness, all of our worlds come together and collide… unifying our way of thinking, the thoughts that form, the views/beliefs of what’s important and what is not, the behaviors that we should have in order to fit in correctly. It all brings us to an intentional understanding of the standards that we should have so that we may be of value, of worth, living life as it should be lived.
By Marysol Ramos9 days ago in Journal
I am a Goddess
I know myself very well; and because I know myself so very well, I know that I am a Goddess. So, when a man looks at the imperfections of my body or learns how wild my mind gets — and he doesn’t see me as a Goddess, I already know that he’s not a man of depth. I knows he’s not a man of art, a man of passion or of life — he’s a man that lacks substance, being led by the density of the world instead of leading himself. I know that his soul rots, his heart is dull, and his mind is a bore 🥱. Therefore, his flaws are not attractive to me either.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Poets
Whirlwind . Top Story - October 2024.
Born for a life of darkened whirlwind. Where blindness isn’t in the eyes but of the heart and mind. Lack of control to know any better, full of potential to fall behind. Lost alone in the whirlwind of darkness, unaware of the world beyond it, there’s a light that is seen — one that must be reached. It livens the 5 senses and past. To see it, smell it, taste it. To hear it, feel it, and know it— that the whirlwind of darkness swirling inside creating a life of chaos and worry — has a secret — there is more. Run toward the light. At times one must walk, or even lay to rest for a moment — enduring the darkness, the bitterness, the cold and loneliness; but to see the light— to know there’s more, there’s hope and strength that creates its own spark. It energizes, emerges, it’s the passion that one stays alive for. Not the destination nor the final goal — but the passion of bouncing in and out of the bitter darkness knowing you are wise, strong, and oh so powerful. That, that’s what ignites the pride, a spark… a spark that couldn’t be seen — without the darkness.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Poets
