Walter D. Witherspoon
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Hey I am new to this platform I am just to share my stories,poems,and ideas. Good day thank God!!!!
Stories (16/0)
The restart
It time you erase the board clean, Clean from filthy words that don’t define your character. The scribbled words of fear,doubt, and anxiety control your new journey. Today this is your story and your script write it how you want to your past does not define you .Todays present determines if you want a better for you and better you is in Gods work's. Starting new is making a better you even if it looks like you are taken a few steps back who said going backwards is in the wrong direction. The old you is dead and the new you that you want to be born and can now flourish they what you need it to be
By Walter D. Witherspoonabout a month ago in Poets
The melting foot print
I used to to follow these foot prints until they are finally stop taking steps. I followed you until your last breath even tho you stop stepping awhile ago now you don't step no more because your health I helped you walk again because you had once taught me, you helped me got on my feet when I didn't know how to use mine I watch you walk when didn't want to .I watch you walk for people who didn't know how to walk for themself. You have steps you should'nt have taken because the trip up of other and people who tried to step on your toes, Some of them trips came from your own miss steps some of them came from other misleading you with trust you thought you had in them. Just know your steps are not forgotten you may not walk the earth anymore but the memories of the life you had steps in my mind In the love remains in my heart even the mistake you made were out of love . I can't make call to you anymore or laugh and make jokes but If I could spent more time with you make the times last longer the make the memories to cherise them more on days like this know you are gone spiritually because you are gone physically I miss you mom and I will continue make great steps in in life like I watch you did in your time of life .
By Walter D. Witherspoon3 months ago in Fiction
Cry for help
Not all laugh come from a place of happiness, Sometimes I laugh to keep from crying because as a men my crying helps noone its become the weakest part of my menhood these days . Ignore the pain because I rather see people happy even if it hurts me. I get sick of women who hurt nice guys who just wont to love you and crown the men who don't see the value of you like I do . I give a clap of appreciation just for you to give me a devalue me or any of my accomplishment, Its like if a win a award I will have to clap and my own award show because I have learn that I am my only #1 fan. I cry by myself because I have acknowledge that I have I am the only one swimming out of own misery Drowning in tears of hurt of passed trauma, someone else hurt,and hurt form my own self harm wounds .I don't know when the rain will stop but I am looking for my fruits to grow from this storm that is covering the garden The roots or strong but the plant is still dying. I need to life for the or need to be rooted somewhere else to regrow the strength I lost over the years because what once growned me is not Good soil for the new strenth I need for the new me
By Walter D. Witherspoon4 months ago in Confessions
Dream Tales Paralysis
To wake up in a dark Forrest is nothing new, the typical start of any nightmare but In this paralysis I could but move my voice had no sound .This was one of them dreams into another dream. Me and a few friends were in a car driving take a trip bumming loud hip hop music until out of now work the car filpped and crashed
By Walter D. Witherspoon5 months ago in Horror
Closed
The doors are or closed the opportunity window is shut. We lock ourself out of our own self worth. our mouth lost for words, our mind trying to connect the Right words to say, just mubbles ,grunts ,and studders . Our feelings cut off from our and it takes energy to keep a smile on are face. The Gas for our passion has ran low, without any fire to refuel it. People hated our old self as we start to develop and New us. How happy we was in the life we once knew but that was the life of the world we lived in .Are only Question is know is are we living are dreams or someone elses. We struggle trying to find a new us, learning from the mistakes of the old us. Insecrities leaves us lock out of our passionate self. Self aware is a spirtual heart surgery we all must Go to grow but the part of this surgery is you have to cut yourself to open what used to keep you closed. Some of are scars don't come from childhood trauma, they come from the healing our self healing surgery that showing the wounds we healed from.
By Walter D. Witherspoon6 months ago in Poets
Sun & Moon
The first piece I ever wrote was about the sun and moon if I had to describe it. In my 8th grade science class , my teacher gave us an assignment to write a poem or story about space I thought of The sun being made by The devil, The moon being created by God. The reason I said the sun was created by Satan is only because its hot an also because how the the crime rate Goes up in summertime and heat from the sun causes humans to act out because the heat bothers the good parts of peoples soul and the sun rays cause people to be anger "hints another term for being angry is getting hot. At this time in my life, I lived in the urban part of Detroit, Michigan so most of the time all I saw was crimes, drugs, and violence, and the crime rate all was rose during the summertime, Another thing I paid attention to was how the moon was so bright during the darkest time of the night , and God side he is the light in the dark and and in my 12 year old imagaintion his light was watching over us at night and the stars are innocent souls that died on earth and seems they didn't get to shine on earth so he made them stars in the sky the brighter the start the more innocent the soul. I was only 12 years old at the time and I had kept this page with me for years I carried it everyday to school ,I got extra credit A for the story for that whole week and I know I wanted to be a writer every seens then. My dream Goals was to be NBA superstar but God had a back up plan for my life my I still play basketball as a simi pro basketball. I used to right love poems to girls I had crushes on when I was in middle school but I had a problem spelling ,one girls names I spelled wrong so my first flaw was working on my spelling ,I got laugh at alot of that I still to today but I put in the work on that but , lack of spelling didnt come from public schooling and is terrible doctrine I found out at 16 I was dyslexic But I learn not to claim that because words of power. As a kid one of my favorite video games was The legend of Zelda not just because I got to fight monster But how I had to read to get to the next part of the game, zelda has many Games and titles I only beat two of them, twilight princess and wind waker. The term Reading is fundamental I heard when was little ,I didnt understand it until I came across tough part In the game were I didnt understand the task because I was reading the words I just was not understanding What I was reading ,But as I practice my reading I startded understand the term Reading is fundamental. This game is not only help me work on reading but problem solving and spelling .My first I lost my first piece of work was lost in a flood on my basement or lost some in my old bookbag in Detroit and some of my other work Is lost as well I was hurt but I still kept writing and I still working on my writing today I have more then jsuts love poems and stuff about video games now as I matrue as a person I become better as a writer.
By Walter D. Witherspoon8 months ago in Writers
The Old Sword
Anybody who is a follower of Christ has a sword, and biblically a sword is not a weapon with a handle in the book fights the way of the enemy of ways of taking over mankind. Now I am not very exprecianced about every verse, but I have a few Go to verses I Go to in my time of need in spirutal warfare that Goes on in my life. Now I was at church every Sunday . I never wanted to , there honestly, I never believed In God because of my upbringing and learning about family and living in poverty at the time, growing in an urban area of Detroit Michigan but every old sword has highlight circled verses and bible study stick notes I have not finished the whole bible but his what I readed so far.
By Walter D. Witherspoon9 months ago in Poets
Why cats have nine lives
I was a child when I heard cat has nine lives I believed it until I was adult, I love cats they are cool they are like home sized lions, cheetahs and tigers. So, for three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three he stays I heard thinking for kitten years they play, for teen years as the cats gets strays and hopping around and as older he stays in one spot because they are old. Cats are very soothing creature for the purring to cuddling fur. Supposably cats been around over 800 years and this 9th century for them and is marked their 9th life now in today society. Egypt mythology atum-ru the son god gave birth eight other gods and was said to transform to a cat to be able to the underworld. Cats are known to have escape so many near death experience that why are quick on their feet. My own theory is that have nine lives because they are more curious than most animals and they want to so much about what every catch their eye even if it kills them, so the term curiosity killed the cat means something are not worth investigating or experience. Back in 1589 the original title was called care killed the cat in a play written by Ben Jonhson and adapted William shakepares in 1873 was first reference curiosity killed the cat.
By Walter D. Witherspoon9 months ago in Fiction
When is the morning?
Weeping endures for a night, but joy comes in the morning, but when is the morning? nights have come and gone and even when in the morning I still weep! I ask again God when is the morning ? and if its morning where is the joy? as tears still fall from my face from the night before. My eyes weep hard like a storm in the night with heavy shower my mind is cluttered with gray clouds even negative thoughts are loud thunderstrikes to my mind, as I battle the hurricanes of my bad past and family dysfunction mixed with and twisted doubts of my overcoming a fear of my faults and failures. I feel like I am watching my pavement crack around me it's to walk the path you have for me because earthquake that has crossed the me and destroyed the foundation you help me build. God when is the morning ? is the morning warm like a summer morning sun is out but the wind is blowing with nice cool breeze? Is the morning is chill like fall temperature? I ask now because my life is like the coldest winter in the night harsh of brutal winter. I then still weep for a season I understand now because the weeping has grown my wheats but also help but spring showers bloom my flowers, And my joy is coming to the light. and that light is coming to the morning but again Lord I ask when is the morning?
By Walter D. Witherspoon9 months ago in Poets
