Women Need to Support Other Women

Women rarely support each other.  It is hard to find women that support each other.  

When I was in school, kids bullied me.  My mom was the sick mom with cancer and we didn’t have a lot of money, My clothes were old and torn. Since then I had low self-esteem.

I found later that writing was something I loved. And when I found Roleplay,  I made friends fast, and I didn’t believe it. Someone told me I was their best friend, and I took a long time to believe it. Because who wants me as a best friend?

When it comes to Role Play, it seems a lot of women think they must be the center of attention.  In a role play, you can be anyone you want to be. I find people change who they are and use fake profiles because they are not happy with themselves.

Role Play is best when you let people be creative. We’ve had some awesome plots that were not created by admins. My friend Breen created two plots that were amazing. I know will blush if she reads this but its true. 

Women should be supporting each other and encouraging each other. We should take a step back and allow others to have the spotlight on them.

Of course, this goes beyond writing and role-playing and into everything we do. Women need to support each other and lift each other up instead of tearing each other down.

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Always Alone

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As much as I give, I lose.
As much as I care, they don’t.

How do you know how important you are?
Do I think more of you than you think of me?
I am hopeless and alone, always and forever

As much as I help, it’s never enough.
As much as I love, I hurt.

I am not important and never have been.
To those I care about, they care little for me.
I am hopeless and alone, always and forever.

I am the one who gets tossed aside, forgotten each time.
A new thing comes along.

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Each Morning

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Each morning the sun comes up.
A new blessing to the world.
Each day, a new beginning.
A joyous day to start a new
New promises, a chance to change.
Be a better person.
Make a difference in your life.
Make a difference in someone else’s life. 
Each morning the sun comes up.
A new blessing to the world.
You are the star shining bright.
Bring this light into the world.

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You’re in My Seat


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I had an interesting experience at church last week and it reminded me of these two stories I have heard pastors use for their sermons.

In the first story, a man is visiting a church. This man sat in a pew and a lady came up to him and said, “I’m sorry, but you are sitting in my pew.” This man got up and moved to another pew. Again, a man came up to him and said, “You’re sitting in my pew.” This happened several times before the man left the church. I have heard this story told by pastors with the message of welcoming new members.

There is another version of this story where the man sitting in everyone’s pew was a homeless man who smelled and wore torn clothes. At the end of this story, he came to the front of the church and said, “You asked me to move because I was sitting in your pew. I have sat in your pew and have died for your sins.” The man was Jesus. The Bible says giving to those in need is giving to Jesus. We should embrace people in need and welcome them.

When I went to church last weekend with my children, I had a similar experience. I drove into the parking lot and saw an open parking space. I drove in and parked, while a car came up next to mine and rolled down the window. A middle-aged woman was in the driver’s seat, so I assumed she needed directions or something.

So I asked, “Can I help you with anything?” What came next surprised both me and my children. She said, “It’s my parking spot. We only have six spots, so you need to move.”

I looked at her, confused for a moment, then I realized she was attending the church next to mine. So I replied, “Well, it’s a good thing I am not coming here to visit your church because I will never come back.” I then drove off and parked my car elsewhere.

The woman pulled out of the spot she was in and moved her car closer to her church. My kids caught this and said, “So she just pulled in next to you to tell you to move your car. Jesus will not like that.” And my kids are correct. What if someone was planning on visiting this church or someone thinking about becoming a Christian? That person may never want to visit another church or become a Christian if Christians treat others this way. My daughter said, “I guess that’s why they only have 6 parking spots; no one wants to go to their church. I love our church. Everyone is nice and friendly.”

People expect Christians to be perfect, but we are far from perfect. Sometimes it takes compassion and common sense. This woman didn’t have either. She taught my children a lesson. She taught them to always welcome others because they know what it feels to not be welcome. It might be a small thing, but for someone searching for a church or someone searching for God, it’s a big thing.

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To Keep a Promise


To Keep a Promise

 A promise is something sweet,
A caring gesture of friendship and love.
 
Sincere thoughts and a heartfelt vow,
A pledge of honor and faith.

When promises brake and friendships shattered,
You blackened your heart with lies.
 
How far do you go to recapture that trust?
What will you do to regain that love?
The vow and the faith you once had,
Why do you keep your promise when others do not?


Should you mend something that’s broken?
How do you fix the friendship all in ruins?
A trust that is a dilapidated mess?
How far will you go to keep a promise of a friendship long gone?

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Throw My Feelings in the Trash

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Throw My Feeling in the Trash!

Do my feelings not matter to you?
Do you think you can do what you want?
Screw me, because I don’t matter!
Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!
 
Did you even think to talk to me?
Did you think I wouldn’t care?
Did you even think of me?
 
I know you didn’t think of me!
I know no one does!
 
It’s better to not expect anything from anyone!
They always disappoint!
I expect too much from people and I am the one who gets hurt.
 
Did you even think to talk to me?
Did you think I wouldn’t care?
Did you even think of me?
 
Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

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Rain

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Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!
As you walk the puddles splash up getting your pants wet.
Despite this, the sounds are soothing.
Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!
Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!
 
Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!
The cold sinking into your clothes as,
It sends shivers down your spine.
Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!
Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!
 
Your lips turned blue, the rain thickens,
Now running down your forehead and into your eyes.
You blink as you wipe your eyes,
Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!
Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!
 
As you return home, the warmth hits you.
A blanket wraps around you as you sit and listen,
To the tap tap of the rain on the roof.
Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!
Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

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Ghost of a Life that is Not Mine

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Ghost of a Life That is Not Mine
What have I done wrong,
To keep me from your mind?
Forgotten and left aside,
A memory of one who came before.

A ghost of a life that was not mine.
A memory of one who shares my face.
Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.

Summers in the sun, the surf at our feet.
Summers in the sand, drawing, and laughing.
Summers on the street, bikes and games and more.

A ghost of a life that was not mine.
A memory of one who shares my face.
Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.
 
My childhood lost in a daze
My Innocence long since forgotten
My memories fade away.

A ghost of a life that was not mine
A memory of one who shares my face.
Lost in an endless tide, reaching but never touching.

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Deserve to be Happy

Deserve to be Happy
Tears flow for freely
It's uncontrollable
I can’t stop the pain in my heart.

The world will never be
Sunny and cheerful again
If you are not part of it.
Darkness and gloom cover my existence.

As I gasp for air as I try to be calm.
But nothing calms me as I sit in the dark.
Why have I done the things I have done?
Why am I such a horrible person to hurt you so?

I don’t deserve to be happy.
I don’t deserve love.
But you, you deserve all of this and more. 

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A Glimmer of Hope

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I stand at the door knocking,
As I wait,
But there is no response.
Only darkness meets me there.
Only depression and isolation.

The absence of the warmth,
Of the friendship, I once knew.
I knock again, hoping for a response.
A sign of hope,
A glimmer of trust.
Anything I can hold onto when,
Nothing is given.

I see you from a distance,
And see you with my friends,
But why have I been pushed away?
Why do you shun me and forsake me?
Why and how could you forget me?
Am I that useless and unimportant in your eyes?
How is it that I can fight for you when no one fights for me?

A glimmer of hope is all I need.
Just open a crack to let the light shine in. 

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