This place in Time

Have you ever craved a particular kind of music?

But can never find the style that meets your current feeling.

This is something new to me.

I’ve always known what song, what artist, and the exact tempo to play to coincide with my inside yearning.

But as of late, I can’t seem to find a song, artists, or genre to agree with my current space.

I am not a one genre kind of person

I mingle in pop, classical, rap, Rnb, Country, and jazz, Practically everything under the Sun.

But as of right now I struggle to find someone who matches my place in time.

I know tons of songs, but none seem to fit.

They don’t eas my mind and make me think “That’s it!”

I’ve reluctantly come to the conclusion that maybe I’ve grown to another frame of mind.

Including the oldies, all the way back to the twenties up until now.

Nothing, and I mean nothing soothes my soul.

It might be “when you know more, more is required of you” type of phenomenon.

Considering with this feeling came my desire to start my blog and start writing more.

As well as my personal decree to stop watching tv and many other idle things, and replace those moments in time with informative videos, and books.

This is what caused my spiral into watching TEDx talk videos about self-love, how to achieve your goals. I’ve listened to Malcolm Gladwell books, Read The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman.

Which, has revolutionized my daily expectations in my current life.

I now want more love from myself for myself as well as to others. I don’t want to live stereotypically vague. Working, searching for love, with an internal itch for something more out of my life.

In the moments of these feelings, I have times where I just have the urge to cry.

I don’t particularly think I have many reasons to cry.

I don’t believe myself to be pessimistic just realistic on my outlook on life.

Whatever the cause may be at least I think I know what the effect on myself is going to be.

A part of me does not want to completely leave what I have known and allowed to be my comfort.

But, then the other part of me knows that it will kill me if I never leave these things behind.

I will continue to lay in bed at night and negate the unwise things I let consume my time.

Which leads to my guilt of daily spending my time, resulting in me doing random things at night. Reading, schoolwork, Tedx videos, Research, all because I feel guilty about the things I don’t do in the day.

I want so much more from myself. And I can not wait for someone to come and hold my hand to guide me through this change. This is something that me, myself, and I, has to gird up myself and triumph through.

I know this may seem vague, but for those who understand. You as well should let go.

Let go of whatever you know is no longer good for you.

No matter how long it or they have been your source of comfort, your soul will continue to be dismayed.

I feel the beckoning to change, and I don’t want to criticize myself for not leaving these things behind. They are not the center of the universe. Let alone my world.

  • I will break free from this chain, even though its things that I have attached to myself.
  • I have engaged in my own persecution, mutilation, and subjugation. I knowingly submit myself to people and things.
  • I no longer want this in my life.

As of this moment in time, I am still unsure of the true meaning behind my inability to find music to my taste and be truly engaged in other idle things, tv shows, movies, and futile things, that doesn’t do me any good. I who call myself an adult, feel that I have to be entertained by primordial kinds of paraphernalia.

I’m learning to retrain myself to enjoy at all times things that are truly beneficial to my mind, body, life, and future. I no longer want to want tyrannical  ( pleasures) that are typical; teaching me nothing but how not to trust, bad stereotypical traits of men, women, other races, and even of my next of kin. Its no longer desirable, and I won’t succumb. Replacing them with profitable interests.

I felt that I was suppressing my desire to write, change my daily routine, and attributes of my life, which was a suppression of myself. Inside of this movement that I created, I hope it creates a stampede within myself. So that I will blitz towards truth and true betterment of myself and spirit. Which, will manifest in all aspects of my life.

This place in time.




While thinking, I suddenly thought how warm darkness is.

I assume a good way to get a glimpse into a persons mental state is by asking how they feel about darkness.

And by darkness, I mean discribe your feelings on a deep dark night when you step outside.

When younger, I was scared of the night. My mind would be filled with thoughts of what ifs. (Someone or thing was lurking around waiting to pounce.)🕵️‍♂️

Never taking the time to realish in the beauty of the night.

Quite, peaceful , stillness, and settle soft breezes of wind tickleing my face.

The beauty of the night sky.

Maybe its just me experiencing the warm florida nights.

But, the night is so warm. It just feels just right at times.

It’s quite, my thoughts are loud and clear with no interruption,except from my next train of thought.

Everyone talks about how breathtaking the sky is in day time. Or a tear jurking stary night.

I enjoy the pitch dark nights where you wounder where everything and one is hiding.

Do you go outside at night?

What for?

How does it make you feel?

Please dont be afraid, dont think of the monsters of the day.

Let the night cleans you.

There is beauty in the dark night sky.

Maybe even more than the bright day.

Because the dark sky forces, faith and hope for another day.

Darkness has its own kind of brightness.

We just have to stop to feel it.

It can feel heavy or light, maybe it depends on the night.

I guess it depends on your view of the night.


Type of Blog “What type of blog is this supposed to be?”

Hello Contradicties, Yes I’m already labeling you as one of my tribe members but that might be another story that you can find out about at my, In The Beginning was the….. story.

Assuming that you are now returning from reading about my beginning, of rising from the ashes and now ascending into greatness( embracing the fact that I’m a contradiction). You’re wondering about the purpose and life behind this blog.

At the end or almost to the end I started talking or we can say talk typing about expecting the unexpected in this blog world. And that “you are not alone there is a tribe of fellow contradicties, who share your struggles, interest, and awesomeness.” ( yes, I just quoted myself.:)

And Yes I will talk about everything and anything on this blog so do not (In my passive aggressive voice :), confine my blog and life to one single category.We contradicties are greater than that, we do not behave like other rigorous, rule-abiding people of the outside.

This blog will be creating a whole new universe in the categories and niche in blogs. It shall be called the Contradicting blogs.


That means I will indulge you in my personal opinions, life lessons and hopeful aspirations.

I hope that every reader and skimmer will learn to enjoy and scroll away with something new from my past and future adventures. I will talk about…

  1. Homeschooling
  2. Hardships of homeschooling(stereotypes)
  3. Natural hair journey
  4. Trying to strive for greatness at a young age
  5. How farming in Florida Aint so Idealistic
  6. How pigs can breed like goats(watch out)
  7. Super Learning
  8. Psychology
  9. Law Internship
  10. How I obtained an internship as a junior in high school
  11. How to analyze people on site
  12. Why I believe you shouldn’t force you kids to go to college
  13.  And many other topics including K-dramas, societies downfall.
  14. Bad jokes that I wouldn’t tell anyone in person.

I have many goals for this blog. The best way to type-scribe ( describe mixed with typing.:) it would have to be a give and take relationship that I hope to build with you, my readers.

I will share your struggles, interest, and awesomeness. I hope we grow together for the good of our well-being as people.

I believe that we should start by fixing individual people first and once the world has more good people then the world can start becoming a better place.

People have a life mission of “making the world a better place”, forgetting that people make up the world.

So, in this blog world, we have a mission to make individual people better thinkers, more knowledgeable, even though I may seem to approach some matters light heatedly. There are going to be times of seriousness, where I type about my serious thoughts and I expect every reader’s honest opinion.  I strive for wisdom, not just knowledge. Meaning that I want to utilize the information I learn not just have it in my head for the basis of a good conversation.

All so that I and all of my readers(currently figments of my imagination) can grow together to greatness. And from here on out this is our home base where you can tell me anything you would like to have me discuss or type about. I will be more than willing to take you up on any journey.

As long as I can, one afford to go on that journey. Unless anyone wants to fund my journey(not really). Then I suggest we stay in our Contradicting world where everything is free and complimentary.

That being way to do it if possible.  Gotta blast! To infinity and beyond! And Hakuna Matata! (It means no worries, you’re a contradiction. 🙂



My vowes: On our Wedding Day.

Past time, space and the Suns Rays.

God forbid, till the Earth, Moon, and Sun tare’s apart or passes away.

Only if the Sun refused to shine.

If the Moon no longer reflects its rays.

When the earth stops spinning and fostering life.

Then and only then, but still after a thousand years.

Would I start to think of not loving you.

Through life and death.

After time clocks out.

In the grave, or up in the sky.

I’ll consider it a sin.

To stop and cease from loving you.

This does include any and every argument.

My love, I will stay true.

If I die and leave your hand.

Believe, my heart will stay in your hand.

To say you died, and left sooner than planned.

Do know, I wont jump in the casket with you.

I live each day in remembrance of you.

Never forgetting your gaze and the life that was took.

Enjoying each day, thinking it would be nice if we jooked, talked, and walked at the same time.

Your exhale is my inhale.

Your sigh of relief my relief.

No better time spent than together, I reach.

Till God himself tells me time has to cease.

Telling me I loved you to complete.

I love you past Adem and Eve.

From the begging of my time.

In my mothers womb, my heart, it beats for you.

Let me explain my hearts hierarchy.

It goes God, then you.


Hello, as everyone knows I really enjoy following promts that I find on Pinterest.

This is a poem that I really like and I hope it moves every one of my readers. 🙂


Kissed her soul.

Hugged bravery down her spine.

Commanded time to unlay its hands.

Pleaded for her to stand.

Spoke of her existance as his core.

“Dont you dare relinquish my hand.”

Gazzed deep within her eyes.

But all she did was lay.

Refusing to stand.

Abashed, he kissed her hand.

Caressing of her skin.

Throbbing for her heart.

Cupped his hands and rinsed them from his heart.

Mumbled his vows, “Till death do us part”.

Majestic she stayed.

No longer in existence.

Just a morticians display

Prompt: write a porm in which the reason for the tittle is not apparent until the end.

Pain and Happiness


Daily Writing Prompt - Writers Write Creative Blog

So here I go again trying my hand at another writer prompt and my own Prompt me I dare you posts. I hope everyone enjoys, as I muster the words to edify literature of the name of the Twenty-first century.  🙂




People try to Paint a reflection of Pain.

The color doesn’t exist.

Trying to compare blue to feelings, is beyond its untruth.

No one can come near the color of pain.

We know not of his hue.

His pigment can’t come through.

We have not enough light receptors within our eyes.

Not able to perceive its richness.

Pain is unreflective.

Hence his lack of hue.

Pain, you want me to write about the color of pain?

Pain is the color of our faces when relatives don’t return from war.

It’s also the indescribable accumulation bubbling deed in her chest when they tell her it was her fault. And is she sure she did not consent to his conquest?

Tell the doctor you can not number it either.

Scream out to society it’s not something that’s from without this things starts from within.

This silhouette of pain shrouds every one of us from fetus to the grave.

Gauging out our eyes and refusing light to come in.

Pain ain’t got no number so stop asking from 1-10.

Pain is a shadow that doesn’t know its place, He’s rude, knows no manners, and lets not his host retain a somber face.

Hey, watch out, he can make you bitter, unreasonable, indecisive, petty, and unattractive.

Guess what? None of those are colors.

No color wants to color his face.

Pain has not a color, hue, pigment, tint, and or fragment of a reflection for our eyes to pierce him in his face.

Thank God we know not of his hue because if we did He may look like you.

Like you, Me, Her, and Him. Pain might resemble us all.

Again, Thank God Pain ain’t got a hue.






Neither bitter nor sweet.

Beautifully in between.

My taste buds have yet to arrive.

Deceitful, or better known as divine.

My taste buds have yet to arrive.

Potent and always compelling.

Dazzled, by its wonderful scent.

I was told about learning and knowing of this taste.

Yet happiness is not found in this place.

My taste buds have yet to arrive.

Come forth, I reach for this gentle taste.

Heavenly, no it’s eternal.

Relentless in its ways

I have yet to savor this taste.



I Should Have Read the Contract!

I should have read the contract

But how could I ?

It was never spoken, written, or even implied.

Still , I should have read the contract.

At least in between the lines.


I didn’t want to think about the fine print.

I signed in my hearts blood, mixed with oddly lolng hours.

I eluded myself.

Thinking that he was Gods gift.


I trwirled just for him.


Soon the contract started getting clear.

He enjoyed his own company.

And resisted me coming near.

He had no home, so I assumed he was alone.



No, lets be honest.

I met him alone.


Simply thinking,  “I’ll just be his home”.

Wistling my own tune.

Jumping and skipping along to the beat.

Not tricked, beacuse that recuires a trick.

He had no magic stick.


I…… carressed my thigh.

Imaging his on mine.

I should have seen the sighns…


I chased, but there was no hole.

Only Alice, in her own wonder-liss land.

Trying to exscape.

I chocked on my happiness.

Trying to profess him into my life, by planting seeds.

Ended up with weeds.


I should have read the contract.

No, I should have ripped it to shreds.



Be carful what you embrace.

A venamous, viper of a plant.

I dangled by my neck

Excreting my last short, sarrowful breaths.

This is my own fault.

I should have seen the sighns.

Or at least the pickit signs.

The over grown earth.

The desolate and sodden view.


A blood- orange sun that never sets.

Scarecrows, with trodden picket fence.

No life, sounds, or people for me to view.


As I dangle, its my hands that strangle.

The air is now thin.

Lungd no longer growing big.

Now I’m left to only fantasize.

About what our lives could have been.

I’f I headed signs.


“Beware, of lost boys”

“Those who rome”

“seam lost and without real homes”

“Glazed brown eyes”

These are the signs.

Fun at first.

Its a spectacular kind of high.

And hear I lay.

No longer can I complain, just a sigh.

I’m the one who let my decernment cease.




Ascension: Cinnamon

Hellow, and greetings to all. I know the post of the week is late but all is well. And I hope its enjoyed.

A color poem is whats in mind.

This kind of poem is my own personal invention. One where every line includes a color.

This particular poem today is a man’s description of a woman.

I hope everyone is familiar with their colors.

It’s not really necessary, just ask google.

Without further ado:




Yes, tawny was her hair.

Syrupy, was her ting.

Mint was her air.

Cinnamon, are her eyes.

Walnut, etched cheekbones.

Ginger on her backbone.

And a brunette colored spine.


Mulberry twing, about her hips.

Boysenberry were her lips.

Tangerine, were her hands.

A sandstone brine, for her hind.

Spice, in between her thighs.

With a butterscotch undertone.

Had on a honeydew kind of dress.

With a brick house of a stance.

Arctic, was our view.

Candy was her tongue.

Marmalade, I sniffed her Perfume.

Honey was her touch.

Golden is her hue.

Lemon, she had much zest.

Fire etched her eyes.

Aries was her sign.

Male Masculinity and Relationships

Something I noticed through personal experiences was males and their heightened sense of masculinity. Simply from observation and a few occasional questions. Confirming my conclusion, was a recent discussion with my mother and sister; we agreed that some men have a false sense of masculinity.

I do not blame them for this abnormality, some traits are simply social learning. Nonetheless, we all as adults have to come to a point in our lives where we begin to challenge our socially learned behaviors.

I am also aware of the sensitivity around this particular subject, however, I can not idly stand still. At the very least I have to share my point of view. This is a subject that I plan to expound deeply upon in the future as I continue to personally contemplate its veracity. Currently, I plan to skim over the top just to pique others opinions.

Male Masculinity; Male Relationships:


During my observations, I have come to notice how men have a slightly altered conception of what masculinity is. As well as proper alleviation methods of emotional scars, that are attached to mans view on masculinity. These observations are predominantly pertaining to heterosexual African-American males.

In our society, I believe that most males are not prepared for the emotional and or psychological scars attached to a broken father relationship or from not having one at all.  We openly discuss how these males are affected financially and educationally.

Our society promotes and helps many to believe that if they have succeeded in these two fields without a  proper male guide or relationship then they have overcome this obstacle called masculinity.

Yes, this is a  huge accomplishment but you are most likely not a well-rounded male. Who fully understands manhood, adulthood, and masculinity.

If you do not have a proper definition or example of something chances are very slim that you truly understand the concept. Now you can be aware of how a proper relationship is supposed to be conducted from a distance. Even this hinders you to only understanding mentally, not emotionally. In other words, it’s comparable to sympathy and empathy.

Sympathy is you logically and or are mathematically calculating to understand the concept and reality of what the relationship is in its proper form.

Empathy, is living and feeling through personal experiences, the true give and take behind proper healthy male relationships.

With that being stated, if you do not have a proper upbringing or life experience in a healthy male relationship, the odds are that your living under a pseudo-masculinity.

Examples: of false male masculinity.


  1. When you easily internalize and feel that your masculinity is being challenged when you are disrespected by another human.

For further example, I was talking to my brother about different kinds of disrespect. I asked if he knew of different kinds or if he immediately interpreted them as a challenge of his manhood? His response was that he never considered there to be different kinds.

And I explained that it all depends on the relation.

  • One can be disrespected on a human level: not given their rights as a fellow person.
  • Intimate disrespect:  not acknowledging their right to information based on the deepness of the relation.
  • Either disrespect to womanhood or manhood: This one is more generally pertaining to an adult not being treated with general adult curtsies.


2.  When you do not understand the concept of respecting another man’s authority.

I have observed that some men have a hard time submitting themselves to another man in a higher position. They believe respecting another mans authority somehow diminishes their own.

Never realizing that they have nothing to do with each other. They feel threatened and believe at any moment they may lose whatever masculinity they have if they show respect. In some instances, they’ll have an understanding that respecting another man will not destroy their masculinity. But then they have a tendency to level the relationship, not knowing how to properly reverence an elder. They turn the respect to a general adult courtesy. which is not the same thing.

3.  You believe that there always has to be a top dog in multiple male relationships.

Unable to generally respect each others standing. No one has to play the bitch role. In a friendship, you have to decide what societal rules are governing the relation.

If there are three males in a relationship, where two went to school together and they both meet the later at work. The two school peers should be equals. In most instances, this is not so. One either is highly found of the other and therefore loves or cares more for the other and allows him to play out his desire to be in the leadership role. Or the submissive male, views himself inferior in some way thus, the reason behind his willingness to submission; allowing the other male to play the dominating role.

It is the same as a male and female relationship, the woman loves the man Therefore she allows him to play his desired role. Or the female has an inferiority complex and she is attracted to a super masculine male. Who has a false sense of masculinity, because if he did not he would not find this woman or this kind of friend attractive. Or better explained as ego boosting, giving them the constant approval that they need.

Back to the beginning example, when the third male comes into the relationship. The hierarchy is in need of a reshuffle, if the new male is dominating, or does not have a false masculinity issue. Who does not need an insecure male to feed into his dominating desire of a role in the relationship?  He has the desire for an equal, IE; companionship.

Someone who he does not have to play the dominating role around. Who can think of their self, not needing a dominant male to make decisions in the friendship and or relationship?

4.  When you do not like and or are unwilling to submit to a female as an authority figure.

This is similar to the inability to submit to male authority. They feel threatened when they are placed in the position of learning from a female. So just switch out the male to a female and you have the same concept, but the intensity heightens.

5.  When you believe that a woman’s place is in the home.

With this belief, you’re sending everyone a message that you feel threatened when a woman has a job, business, or is simply able to provide for herself.

Which make no sense at all. You’re insecure in your masculinity, adulthood, dependability, and mental capabilities. And you constantly need to be needed, rather than wanting a woman or spouse who simply wants you around for the want of companionship. Not necessary survival.

This is similar to a handsome man surrounding himself with undesirable men to constantly reassure himself of his good looks.

This is a serious inferiority complex, but not our normal complex.

Same thing with a smart man surrounding himself with idiots to constantly reaffirm his belief in his mental ability.

Lastly, someone who constantly hinders their child from growing and becoming independent, because they need to feel needed in life.

These are all the same characteristics, just transpired in different walks of life. And for some particular reason, our society ignores them in the male; with their false sense of masculinity.

Now, this is completely separate from man’s desire to be in leadership positions. But this false masculinity can spill over into this area of a man. Causing their significant other ( IE; woman) not wanting to give in to their desire for leadership roles.

Women naturally prefer the role of helping and the man relishes in the field of delegating out tasks. And there is nothing wrong with these desires. when a woman loves a man she will willingly let him lead, not because she doesn’t know how, but because she loves him and its what he wants to do. And she wants him happy. And vice versa, relationships are all about give and take. Sacrifice to make the other happy.

It is a long tale of why and how we have come to our current misconceptions in the field of relationships between men and women. One can start the breakdown by reading The Five Love Languages. An amazing book by Gary Chapman.

  1. Words of Affirmation: Someone who uses words to affirm other people. Someone who wants love expressed to them through words “I love You”…..
  2. Quality Time: All about giving the other person your undivided attention. Unlike the words of affirmation, words are cheap and don’t please them.
  3. Receiving gifts: Receiving tangible gifts make them happy and feel loved.
  4. Acts of Service: Actions speak louder than words, and want to be gifted with a helping hand in life.
  5. Physical Touch: A touch of the hand to show genuine concern and love is what gives them joy.

With that now being said, my sister and I have proposed to do a polling of men to get a wider understanding of how this specific demographic of men portray masculinity, adulthood, and healthy male relationships.

We also want to gather other women experiences, to see if what we have discovered is a widespread trait.

The Questions for women and then for men are as follows.

  1. define masculinity.
  2. Define healthy male relationships between father and son, brother to brother, friend to friend, and stranger to stranger. Probe for in-depth explanations of boundaries and intimacy in these relationships.
  3.  Give examples of what you have personally witnessed in these types of relationships.
  4. Are they what you define as healthy?

Then ask yourself the following.

  1. Do you think males have a false sense of masculinity?
  2. Do they seem to quickly feel that their masculinity is being threatened? On a scale from one to ten grade your encounters?
  3. Do most men you know have male relationship issues?


Homeschooling should we engage?

“Home is where our stories begin”

“No place like home.”

“Home is where the heart lies.”

“Home sweet home.”

“Love begins at home.”

Our society has a vast amount of lovely little sayings about homes, houses, and the family; concerning what an important foundation a good home is.

So why do we hesitate to educate our children in the same loving home we glorify?

Our home is our safety, sanity, and sanctuary.

But we refuse to surround our children in this atmosphere as much as possible in the critical early years of brain development.

I personally believe that parents play the biggest role in establishing who their children will be when they are adults.

Children learn so much information from socially learning from their parents . Then when our children reach this special age, we no longer consider ourselves capable of teaching them what they need to know to thrive in our ever-changing bustling society. I personally know that I would have learned so much more at a younger age if my mother would have started my homeschooling at an earlier age and grade.

The public school system hardly caters to children’s individual needs. Forcing all students in the same grade to learn the same information at the exact time that the school board decides to be age appropriate learning.

While homeschoolers are encouraged to learn as vast of knowledge as your child wants or you as the teacher delegates for them to learn.

In one of my conversations with a father, I tried to explain that our school system trains mediocre scholars.  On the other hand, Homeschoolers are encouraged to soar past their peers and learn triple the information at younger ages.

“Why would you not want your child to graduate three years ahead of their peers and join the work field three years earlier?”

They will one: have the upper hand.

Two: have the freedom to start businesses at earlier ages.

Three: Finish their required community service hours for scholarships.

Four: Freedom to accept that first unpaid internship, because they are highschoolers who don’t have an impending need for money. Either because they started a little business two-three years ago. Or they rely on their parents but have the free time for internships in their desired fields.

There is so much more freedom in a homeschooled child’s curriculum. Graduating high school earlier than normal, and many graduate early with an associates and or bachelors degree.

Below I answer some of the common questions and concerns parents have when considering homeschooling their children.



  • How Many Families In The United States Homeschool and Why Do They Choose This Path?

    Stats on Homeschoolers: How do They Compare to Public Schoolers? Did you know that 1.5 to 2.4 Million children were homeschooled in 2008 (Ray 2008, see also Princiotta, Bielick & Chapman, 2006)? This is in comparison to the 56.1 Million students that attend a conventional school (2000 U.S. Department of Education Statistic). Homeschooling is growing exponentially, but it still pales in comparison to the number of students in traditional schools. Why do families choose this path? If you asked each family individually you’d probably get slightly different rhetoric, but in general, their answers would fall into one of the categories below.

    In a study done by Dr. Brian D. Ray, President of the National Home Education Research Institute, 7,306 participants were asked why they homeschool, and their responses were as follows:

    • 79.5% Believed they could give their child a better education at home
    • 76.7% Religious Reasons
    • 73.5% To teach their children particular values and beliefs
    • 69.2% To develop character/morality
    • 66.7% Object to what school teaches
    • 56.1% Poor learning environment in school
  • How Much Does An Average Family Spend On Homeschooling?

    In a survey done by Dr. Brian D. Ray in Spring 2008 with 11,729 participants grades Kindergarten through Twelveth Grade from all Fifty States, Guam, and Puerto Rico, the median amount of money spent per homeschool student was between $400-$599.

  • How Do Homeschool Students Score On State Tests?

    Do homeschool students do well in comparison to their traditionally schooled counterparts? The answer is yes! In the same study cited above in Spring 2008, homeschool students scored exceptionally high on test scores, in the 80th percentile, in comparison with the public school average of the 50th percentile.

    Also, a study was done in 1997, of 5,402 homeschool students showed that on average, their scores were 30-37 percentile points higher than their public school counterparts. The study also showed that the longer a child was homeschooled the better the score was. For example, a first-year homeschool student scored in the 59th percentile, while a student homeschooled two or more years prior to taking the test score in the 86th to 92nd percentile (

    Some other links to answer questions when homeschooling.

    Homeschoolers and socialization

    Homeschool friendly colleges


    I know th is little snippet of a post doesnt answer a lot of concerning question some parents may have. My main drive for this post was to inform and ignite the desire to home school. Founded on good facts and understanding. homeschooling is just as important and monumental of a task as raising a child.

    Not recommended for the lazy, or at least those who aren’t witty. Everything in life causes for improvement. Life its self is a learning process. You are not the first to home school, and you will not be the last.

    You have the privilege to raise your children in the twenty-first century, that’s booming with technology, internet, and a gigantic source of easily accessible information.

    People are learning trades, and professions everyday online.

  • Thank you so much for taking the time to read and consider homeschooling. Or for simply learning something new.


Thank You BrightHubeducation, for a helping hand with information and statistics about homeschooling.


When Hearts Ache

It started as a crack

When Hearts break the world crumbles in place

A shattered heart, a mountain tumbles

Her love was fickle; she never stayed her ground

She left The King for many new Suitors

Causing rips and the ground to crumple

The world reflected the Kings Heart.

A constant struggle

Her lovers were never loyal

Leaving her naked and wholly uncovered

Still, The Kings love never wavered

He willingly, let her wonder

“She herself would have to decide”

To never leave and cease the worlds current plunder

A reflection of His grace, The King, and his bride

Hence this world and the putrefaction of this place.

Mountains part and the deep, vast oceans sway

Sweeping land, oh what a punishment of a place

What will remain?

Till the bride seeks Her Kings face

Vowing Her love and abiding in His grace

To love The King

Her Kings love has yet to cease

He’s Kind, Gentle and Meek

Patient, and never loses Peace

A Long Suffering King

Forever Joyful; He Sings

Calling His bride, to his feet

Pleading Her Cause; exuding a pragma kind of Love.

Calling her to amend her past

The King has made a decree

If you love me, come, and let your lovers be

Follow my straight and Narrow path

No longer waiver

Abide in Me and I in you, and I shall direct thy path.

Ode to Joy and Peace

No longer carving valleys, grand canyons, cracks, and crepes.

My Precious Bride;

Come forth so this world can cease its cry!pexels-photo-545960

Now here is my Prompt insperation. Plase feel free to tell me how I did, and also where you would have personally taken the promt.

This story just suddelny came to me as I was on my laptop scrolling through pinterest.


Sensations got a hold on Me…..

Brings tears to my eyes

The Sun makes me feel encapsulatedthe sun makes me feel

Makes me crinkle my nose

Uncontrollable arch in my back

Caressing my skin down to my spine and back up again

Causing me to point my toes, a sensation beyond any other sensation my skin and soul has known


This Sun makes me feel lost while being at home

Tripping on words while trying to discuss this attraction I have to the Sun.

Dazed enough to be beguiled to gaze into its core

This Sun makes me feel like what ecstasy may feel.

Everything right, the perfect touch

Gliding up and down my thighs

This is the Sun

Damn near perfect

it’s a shame we can’t always embrace


Every blue moon, I yield to his call

Begging me to stay

Ravishing me in his rays

Causing a cry and internal moan

This sensation’s got a hold on me………

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