Tracie Sperling
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Rejection
Not everyone is accepted in this world. Some people are often turned down rather it be losing a job, experiencing a breakup or not being valued for your artwork, or your family not accepting your true passion. I'm shattered like glass, lost in this fashion.
By Tracie Sperlinga day ago in Poets
Time Embrace
Time goes by so fast in the blink of an eye. You remember your childhood and then you grow up fast watching the years go by. You celebrate your 21st birthday than next thing you know you are in your 30’s. Time is a precious resource let’s utilize every moment. Tick tock on the clock like the sound of your heartbeat. Wait before you take that big leap. Don’t let it skip a beat or you will miss out on important moments that are meant to be cherished. Slow and steady wins the race because we are not racing against time. We age like fine wine. Avoid being on autopilot. Be present and live each day to the fullest. Otherwise, things become dull and boring and we lose hope and joy. Then you become old and grumpy and annoy. Life is not a toy it is a gift to enjoy.
By Tracie Sperling3 months ago in Poets
The Girl With The Green Scarf
I am the girl wearing the green scarf. I hide behind a disguise due to my insecurities. It acts as my protective layer. To be wrapped in warmth to hide my scars. An introvert who is shy. People tend to underestimate me. One who has a big heart, with hope so bright. She does not want to be taking advantage of. I root for peace day and night. Family has a special place. In my heart, where love and loyalty pace.
By Tracie Sperling3 months ago in Poets
I Was A Little Girl
Attitude is everything. You need to have the right attitude in life. Just hold on tight cus that means we gotta put up a fight. I believe in you and you believe in me. Shining brighter than the stars on a summer night. My personal attitude is to have joy in life and have no regrets. If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing. I think back to when I was sixteen. Dad gave a girl everything it is. I believe that joy is what we see beyond these clouds with your painter night sky falls. With every heartbeat, let happiness be our creed. I can remember the times I felt like this when we were so innocent but at least in need being in a world where I was incomplete.
By Tracie Sperlingabout a year ago in Poets
The Hour Is Drawing Near
We are all on this merry-go round called life. It has its ups and downs. But it's always been around. I'm grateful for the memories, despite the distance now. Being alone is the only thing I can do now because you are just a shadow that hangs over my house. I can see a new horizon underneath the blazing sky. I'm grateful for the life that I gave myself back. Longing for the love I had, but it won't come back. I wish I could turn back the hands of time.
By Tracie Sperlingabout a year ago in Poets
It Is All I Ever Wanted
Kindness can go a long way when it comes from someone’s heart. It’s the small, everyday gestures that count. The simple things such as reminding stranger to turn off their headlights so their battery would not drain. Doesn’t matter what you say or what you do. Looking out for others when you least expect it. You don’t know what you need until you know it. Life is what you make it. Either easy peasy lemon squeezy or stresssy depressy lemon zesty. So you keep on trying to find the answer to make it through the day because when you wake up in the morning it’s another day and you start anew. It’s the helping hand of kindness that lifts you up when you need it. Now, you are shaking from the innocent hands of satisfaction. The cure and the answer to happiness. When you are grateful for someone in your life, who is your enhancement. After all that’s said you done, it would suck if no one came to your rescue when those tears rush down your face turn to grey shadow.
By Tracie Sperlingabout a year ago in Poets
But If You Got A Problem
Typos are a common everyday problem. Not only does it reflect poor grammar but, it causes miscommunication. It starts to rain and writers get abused and lazy. The critical experiences were unheard. It all goes against all the hatin. The root of all evil decides to get a little greater when dealing with typos. And it shows how things can be harsh. The future ain’t as bright as the day before the night is out. Even with the highs and lows of grammar. Me being the underdog of the herb. But ain't done dirt when your next move is heard. They all consider this lyrical jerk.
By Tracie Sperlingabout a year ago in Poets
