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Walter D. Witherspoon
Bio
Hey I am new to this platform I am just to share my stories,poems,and ideas. Good day thank God!!!!
Stories (18/0)
Flower To The Bar
The girl at the bar seems like just your regular bar she sings to ever song and dance to every tune. I never been to a bar or any club for that matter because of the negative stories and drama I have heard about them but I have seen a different light about them. She has given me a different light about life,love and relationships and I have met some of the funniest most caring people at some of the bars we attend on weekends dates. Our skin color is different but that doesn't mean we have to stay in the gray area about each others Culture ,Lifestyles and upbringings. I am not God but I think I know why he made her eyes blue and her skin white, to match the blue ocean and nice white sandy beaches she loves going to. Life may not be movie or T.V show when she say (Listen Hunni) in her cute country accent is my favorite catchphrase by her. Know matter how big she gets or how much weight she loses my love for her is a one size fits all because I want to fit this missing pieces she been praying and needing in her life. She has dances in my mind more then she dances on the floor, her voice sings in my heart more then the songs she remembers on karaoke. Her little lips are my favorite part of her body because every kiss brings me closer to her. I may not be a good singer or a good dancer But I can she I am good at picking the right Flowers and she has definitely grow into a beautiful Red rose. Over the years people may see just a girl at the bar But over the weeks of getting to know her mind,body and soul I see a women worth spending the rest my life with because If I die today I can Go happy knowing that I met one of Gods angels
By Walter D. Witherspoon2 months ago in Poets
A New Taste
I have you every tried a new flavor of something that the ingredients sounds strange but when you mix together it taste just right. well baby that's you .Together we make this crazy,fun,joyful,peaceful cookie n'cream Ice cream. From the way we make each other melt when seeing each other and stick together in every sticky situation.I pray this my last time finding new love I want this new love to grow old but never lose its spark and stay lit, I know we will bump head fighting ,kissing loving and making up.We might fall down but lets not fall apart. your body may change but it wont change the way I look and you knowing you have beautiful heart that match your face,and a bright soul that lights up the smile on your face that's why my days are never dark when you come around even when its raining I know my sunshine here right next to me
By Walter D. Witherspoon3 months ago in Poets
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. Witherspoon5 months 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. Witherspoon6 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. Witherspoon8 months ago in Confessions
Dream Tales Paralysis. Content Warning.
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. Witherspoon9 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. Witherspoon10 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. Witherspoon12 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. Witherspoonabout a year ago in Poets