Tag Archives: Overwhelmed

Making the World Better

Posted on November 21, 2025 by alohapromisesforever

Making the World Betterby Michael DoyleDon’t stand there silent like a rockWhen your feelings need you to talk.Give yourself permission to find a wayFor you to say what you need to say.Your feelings need to find a way out – … Continue reading →

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Thought For the Day: A Society Which Is Mobile..Must Be Educated to Personal Initiative and Adaptability

Posted on October 20, 2022 by alohapromisesforever

“A society which is mobile, which is full of channels for the distribution of a change occurring anywhere, must see to it that its members are educated to personal initiative and adaptability. Otherwise, they will be overwhelmed by the changes … Continue reading →

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Daily Prompt – Size

Posted on July 14, 2018 by alohapromisesforever

A tear drop is painted on the wall It’s the many details behind the fall Telling its secrets to all who will see Of hope lost and grief in travesty Large or small, it’s the size of an ocean A … Continue reading →

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Unplugged

Posted on March 16, 2018 by alohapromisesforever

Unplugged by Michael Romani Caught up in post-internet postulations A living algorithm of gesticulations I have become aware that my indulgence Requires nothing short of repentance Hunched over with my eyeballs strained This constant bombardment hurts my brain Now, I … Continue reading →