Quotations From STEPHANIE MELLISA KIEVAUGHAN


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  • That Which Ail's Me. Is that which Compels me to write
    motivation to write
  • beauty and honor and reverence and the chance to convey Compassion through empathy. Are these not the reason our Hearts and souls are Moved to write Poetry. I Submit it is a Noble way to express our regrets our hopes our passion to reminisce. We Dare to Look back committing the pang's of all which ails us deep down to be carved into stone with our own black tears as Ink upon the tips of our Quills.
    a comment i left on Seema Jayarama's poem
  • Don't be the mouse in the house. Do be the Cat. Don't be the door mat. That's not allowed the Liberty to decide. Where it want's to be at.
    have the Moxie to be heard. never allow other's to tell you your place in the world. here's to never being patronized.
  • Only now do i Know
    After Many Years Spent
    To Gather Mine own Sense
    Of Maturity.
    Why the God's that Be.
    Gave unto
    each and every
    Dragon a Heart.
    It is Because.
    No Matter how great
    The Dragons piercing
    strength of grip
    with Claw' and talon.
    The Dragons Fist
    Can Not hold
    The Treasure's
    Of Their Heart.
    Nor Can it Contain
    a Hamlet's Well of
    Long Suffering Tear's
    No Chain Has Ever Been
    Strong Enough
    To Bind The Flesh
    Of A Dragon.
    The Chain Only Serves
    As a Reminder of the
    Virtuous Ties
    that Bind
    The SouL
    To the Heart,
    And The Mind.
    Honor...
    VaLor...
    True Love...
    And Selflessness.
    These Four
    exceedingly rare Virtues.
    Rare'er even still
    Among the Company of the God's
    a Valentine's day note i wrote to a friend in secondlife out of empathic comprehension of his Kindnes and the fibers of his being. C. R. A. w. L. E. R.
  • As for me. I can not speak on that. from which other poets drew the water that quenched their ever drying ink weLL. Yet my transcendental fLights of fancy. Only happen when I am emotionaLLy saturated. Likened unto a poetic fuel soaked humbled; crumpLed, bound Rag. At the end of a dogwood torch. A bounding culmination of all the emotional pangs which ail humanity. My inspiration the struck match... my creativity flashes emulation of my emotion burns off energy not in vain. yet to heal the soul of those that correlate their life experience unto mine. Count me as the purveyor of exceedingly refined soul medicine. Of any example i aspire to caLL my Legacy...that i would pass on to my readers...would be such as this...where you have been done wrong...make sure those nearest you are done right...where you bare scars...make sure those nearest you are mended...pay forward only the good...carry forward only the good...VVhen Consuming bad experience's. chew the fat of it, and spit it out. For swaLLowing it too come a part of you. would never be of any good to you, Nor the people nearest unto you...do not carry forward such dark energy...for it injures the bearer...take with you the state of being. That of the obligation to be the infinite resource of the selfless Loving care'er...never utter the word's I don't care...
    I share this quote as a dedication to my friend ALex Choi. May she allway's and forever be remembered...for she was born under the same astrological sign as thine own self...she is the mother figure to many over on Afreecatv America...
  • Monkey see! ...
    Monkey do! ...
    Monkey read one book! .
    Monkey read two! ..
    Monkey Learn much?
    Yes she do...
    Monkey much-needed! ..
    Friends Like you! ..
    Monkey Learn this! ..
    Monkey Learn that! ..
    Monkey Love a girL! ..
    In a Cowboy hat! ..
    Monkey much-needed
    The Love of her friends! ..
    No Matter where she at! ..
    Monkey much-loved! ..
    Monkey very gLad! ..
    Monkey she thankful! ..
    Monkey she grateful! ..
    For all the true!
    Friends
    She ever did have! ..
    I dedicate this thought. I dedicate these sentiments. I dedicate this grattitude. I write my memoriam to true friends of the Likes of you, and your's my dear friend Twiglet and her family. Spread out from Texas too Oklahomah.
  • Posting a verifying heLLo to a friend of whom I met through afreecatvcom hai! Megan Applegate.
    Just saying hai!
  • Spiritual Story by 'Unknown Author'
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    'The Donkey In The Well'
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    'One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

    He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. they all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw.

    With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off! '
    I keep a pet donkey. I found this proverb, and wanted to share it with the world.
  • Respect
    Empathy
    Charity
    Importance of
    Philanthropy
    Restoration of
    Others after
    Calamity
    Introspectivly
    Teaching
    Yourself&Youth
    Do unto others. As you would hope they would do unto you.
  • where others build up high walls
    We Poets never stack one brick
    upon another Nor Post or Fence
    Between us and those set too offend
    Our Hearts are Made To Mend
    Our Skill's are honed to Graft in
    The Limb Thats Been Pruned Out
    We Are the Perennial peace makers
    when other Blossoms Grow Shy
    Closing their Bloom's From The admirer's eye's
    We Bravely Keep Our Petals Boldly Open
    For Many Passer's Bye.
    A quote I Left For Hazel Durham's Poem She compels me towards empathy
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