PHOEBE’S MANUSCRIPT

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A pleasant story of a woman who has lost and found the courage to live again.
She found friends in strange places. On a special trip.
She was discouraged when a simple bird started singing melodious harmony.
The birdie strange chirps awakened her to look deep within herself and discovered how lovely she really could be.
It’s quite a story of encouragement as never to lose hope in herself again.

Authored by Phoebe C.

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My birth-Feet

I thought I was looking for answers to my life

In actuality, I suppose I am not

These Intuitions again

Just ringing in my ears

Tellin I to find that fatherly figure dear

He chose not to be there

Or perhaps he did

My motherly does not know all anymore

So how the hell should I know

What happened that famous day

The day It was manipulated to be birth

What Is Inside my Brain

The most exciting and important part of our body is hidden inside the head, beneath the hair, the skin, and the thick skull. Yes, that is the simplest description of the human brain.

One day that brain got a bit trapped by foolish thoughts. Believe it on not it is never our fault when this happens. Is there something underneath causing such bad humor, perhaps. It is a hide and seeks a situation that plays a funny game on one’s brain.

That entrapment means I will use you for many. The clothing, the shoes, the way you wear your attire, all seem to be attracted to it. The environment we live in counts. It is influenced by the family the most. Besides that, we are lured in to live by choice. Spies some of us are for an environment of which we could not withstand the test. Tough job it is, their fault. Humanity has to respected.

Many moved along to higher heights and are successful just because of the positive vibes that come from a special territory.

A special tribe we are living in this town that does not seem to quite fit in with every and anybody. Our little ones are growing up thought, finding positive peace that wins the soul.

Every minute of the day our brain is very active send signals all around. Some are about the things we feel such as Hurt or pain or the feeling that tells us of something that is wrong. Our body’s warning system. For eg… when you stub the toe. When we hurt the hip, the eye. The body is telling you to stop. Something is in the way, the brain has to figure it out.

Most of us believe the brain is a computer, a magnetic chip. I do not believe so.

My life

I was dying when I met you
Now I am crying to forget you
Just look at what you have done to me
Threating me with blindness
Day after day

Now you are coming after my friends like a missile, oh oh

When you stepped into my mind
I was getting used to being someone you loved
You spoke loud and clear
As to leave the ones you so loved
I will send them a text in later years

My immune system you shook to the core
Until I have to tremble within
Never thought I would live to see that day
When these rashes would come out on many faces

They have claimed Me

You, yes you the Universe 

I know, you are all up in there

Peeping at my unfaithful face

You don’t like me

Well, I don’t like you

Get over it and move on

I know you exist though

Don’t need to identify yourself anymore 

For such reasons, I do not have good thinks to express about you anymore 

Just dwell in the feeble body

As I feel you pèse on my walk

It’s an unusual walk of you, I know, you say, that’s how you showoff

You have caused everyone to doubt your real existence 

And to turn that back on her

I chose to walk alone, because you and not worth the show

Always wanting me to recognize your gloomy face as I am forced to

repeat, you are not your own anymore 

Manipulative​ Hands

Shouldn’t be talking to me this humble Saturday morning
Whispering meanness in my ear as this disturbs me much

The devil must be in a rage, these must be the last days
I know, it’s only to keep me backward plan
From completing my deepest works
I just need to cherish my sleepy habits
and then to see a manipulative hand
trying to scratch me down using old-time kerosine methods
The advantages are done as they voice their opinions for none