Foodforthought Stories

အစား​သောက်​တွေနဲ့ပတ်သက်ပြီး ကိုယ့်ခံစားချက်၊ ကိုယ်ကြုံခဲ့တဲ့အဖြစ်အပျက်​တွေအ​ကြောင်း ကိုယ့်ဒိုင်ယာရီ

Poetry. By Shawntanette.

Poems of my own creation, my personal outlet for emotion. Please, enjoy.

Diary of poems constructed from emotions of life. I hope my entries can inspire, comfort, or encourage others to relate with poetry as it does for me. Add comments/reactions, I'd love it! tanto amore, phelie

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I always loved that phrase -food for thought- and use it a lot, sometimes i even hashtag my posts with it. So i thought, it was very suitable and very me thing, to use it, as a title, for this book. This book contains, my personal story, what bothers me, what i want to talk about, what i need to let go. It would be a little bit, like blog posts, but in the form of a book. I hope you like it. :)

This is a collection of shorts that I come up with randomly. It's basically a look into my mind and to practice writing.

To me, life is like a beach --- filled with all kinds of sand, which are in turn endlessly battered by the waves of time. This is an hourglass. This is a place where I keep some of the sand from my beach, to be turned over, and over again. To some all sand look the same; I hope you see some of yours in mine.

This is a book about things I've learned about life. There are so many people who loose sight of what's important. I just am sharing knowledge because what's the point of going through life if you can't help other people along the way. PLEASE COMMENT!❤️

its just a poem

In which a guy reflects on his life and makes observations about the world

This is not just a story. Its a Reflection. An In-Complete Reflection!

That's My Thought is based from real life experiences from the author's perspective. The author may share detailed events or simply the summary of relevant experiences and opinions about a certain topic. Readers are free to suggest any topic of their liking.

Art in Poetry. Art in Spoken Word. Art.

the journey from heartbreak to restoration

In short here in these fictional pages is where my deprived brain is going to unload (i apologise if anything is poor quality) i will update as often as possible. I sketch all the pictures seen here and write all the poetry (obviously) If for some odd reason you find yourself enjoying anything i have made or have any comments let me know. On a side note I have a deviant art account by the name nightwild for those who are interested.

'Tangled Tales' holds a set of poems that relate to many lives and hopefully these may provide you comfort and let you know that you're not alone...

Inside the mind is a house. Inside the house is a door. Through the door is a room. In the room are figures. Like a child's kaleidoscope, they twist and turn about each other. Cloaked and hooded, their identities are a mystery. Until one brushes against you. Then you realize. ..they are Emotions.

Freedom, one word that seems to be celebrated and if not privileged to celebrate it, it's pretty much the most needed word. Everyone seeks freedom from different aspects of their lives. Freedom from parents, abusive partners, freedom from bills, etc. The most important kind of freedom is one from slavery. Over the years we have been taught on various types of freedom battles that have occurred in our history. People who have laid down their lives for a dream of a better tomorrow, a tomorrow filled with peace, harmony and safety for the people they fight for. Since the time of the abolishment of slavery, we have come to believe we are free from slavery, but in all honesty, we so far from ever being free. Yes! We are free from chains and shackles, but the worst one yet is slavery of the mind. Why is it worse? Look at it this way, if you were handcuffed, would you not know you're being arrested? What I'm trying to say is, when we're in chains we know we are not free and in control of our actions. With that knowledge we would have one thought on our mind, which is the thought of freedom. This type of mind set was what lead our ancestors, our heroes to realize the need to break free. Now, the mind is a very delicate part of the human body and most times it is easily manipulated. Just ask the ones who study psychology. Once the mind is under control by another entity, it becomes quite difficult for the host to know he or she is being manipulated, mostly because to them they're still themselves, only better.