tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69535953236828405672024-03-13T08:08:06.732-07:00Write Me A Worldwritemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.comBlogger295125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-51407164645288821302022-11-29T18:52:00.002-08:002022-11-29T18:52:24.242-08:00Raising Broken Birds<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHt-cahoG5Rt0jibBL8yTc3GOEgEwWyGV3FmancRJx0HiYmI-S4fZzydiJFui7yWRDoTvw14lJuvyCeR59b6O-tIqkwTT0bK6sqORlG4PhI1eL9YNIxD-WjnZhziaQIINClpPiqivOFkiVPx98EhmEOjQ32TKu10B51JEPaF2W2doRs1VCBXygb1D21w/s2048/4B7CF6DD-FB33-4058-B48F-CA61B83A0AC5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHt-cahoG5Rt0jibBL8yTc3GOEgEwWyGV3FmancRJx0HiYmI-S4fZzydiJFui7yWRDoTvw14lJuvyCeR59b6O-tIqkwTT0bK6sqORlG4PhI1eL9YNIxD-WjnZhziaQIINClpPiqivOFkiVPx98EhmEOjQ32TKu10B51JEPaF2W2doRs1VCBXygb1D21w/s320/4B7CF6DD-FB33-4058-B48F-CA61B83A0AC5.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A melody of hope and faith </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">piped through the broken ribs of Icarus </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Accented with tears and sighs</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Of a sleep born within the falling</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">An eidolon of what could be</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">If only could be what had been</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">The leaves tussle in surprise</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">As hopes rise and breathes fall</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">You promised, father, I could fly,</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">To be joyous, free, golden as the sun</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A gravitational prevaricator </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">To always hold me close</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Out of love, perhaps, alas more like</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">To the death you call your life</span></p><p></p>writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-80669371443083333822021-08-17T22:40:00.000-07:002021-08-17T22:40:01.699-07:00When You Remember Me<p style="text-align: center;"><img alt=""The Last Bouquet" stock image" class="picfair-image orientation-landscape" src="https://res.cloudinary.com/fleetnation/image/private/c_fill,g_center,h_640,w_640/v1626323743/w5lkjju0tn2579r7f3pr.jpg" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(59, 66, 81); color: #3b4251; font-family: "Open Sans", Helvetica-Neue, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-block: 0px; margin: 0px; max-width: 100%; padding-inline-start: 0px; padding: 0px; text-rendering: optimizeLegibility; vertical-align: bottom;" title=""The Last Bouquet" by Katherine LacyBarber - $27.48" /></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-9e72b127-7fff-cb9b-ce54-a1bd6aa26e64"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">When you think of me</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Remember how I fit in your arms</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How our first kiss took me by surprise</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But had you weak in the knees</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And when you miss our nights together</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Spent talking for hours and kissing till dawn</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Think about the tears that dripped and trailed</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">as you broke me in those deep familiar ways</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One day, when you realize what your inflexibility cost</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And the decades you threw away for pseudoscience</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To stay inside and alone and safe all by yourself</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And away from the devil you made me out to be</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When you think of me and all you wanted us to be</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Remember how you didn’t want me at all </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But who you wanted me to be</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And leave me a memory</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Photo Credit: https://lady-kelacy.picfair.com/pics/014468810-the-last-bouquet</span></p></span><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-60948034016408142242021-07-05T10:20:00.003-07:002021-07-05T10:20:39.608-07:00Worthy<p> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you remembered when</span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-9b66470f-7fff-d513-f41d-8a7dd879a306"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I almost died</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Curled and crying</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Up against you </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That morning in </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the basement</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At the old-souled age</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of almost five</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I screamed and I cried</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And you held me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As if I’d died</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Watched me with </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Those terrified eyes</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As my father carried</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Me away</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I remembered</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How to be brave</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Because you</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Had known how</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To be kind</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I laid in that ward</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of children trying</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To survive</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I came back broken</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And you came beside</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And step by step</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Taught me how to walk</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And how to run</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And kept me safe</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">While we played</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Like the sickness </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Had never come</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Time doesn’t always </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Heal but id does</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Always change</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And we grew up</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After I moved away</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But I was driven</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To live up to</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All you were</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I burned my dresses</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And brushed out</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My curls</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I became the knight</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’d imagined you were</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This tiny little fae</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Barely left real</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fighting the world</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And the cruelty </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I found there</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A decade or three later</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And a few lifetimes, too</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just another day</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of fighting the death</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That kept revisiting</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My bold fragile life</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And there you were</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With those eyes that still</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Saw inside my tiny soul</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Walking through the rain</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Through those expressions</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">From so many strangers</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That made us laugh and ask</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And act like silly kids</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All over again</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As if we were almost</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Who we had been</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As if innocence</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Still held magic</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The jagged bits of</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Broken puzzle pieces</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of heartbreaks undergone</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For loyalty and love</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The torn little scraps</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Remnants of fate’s weave</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Where an innocent soul</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Used to stretch from me</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To you</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">All somehow made sense</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And formed a masterpiece</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Never yours, never mine</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Always in my thoughts</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As I stumbled around</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Trying to wear the armor</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I always saw shining</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In your smile</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A warrior to fight beside</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Instead of a weakness</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You had to hide</span></p><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-77296874624260394292021-07-04T13:42:00.002-07:002021-07-04T13:42:57.412-07:00Waiting To Be Seen<p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;">No more second-hand romance
Lingerie from lost lovers
Grandma’s favorite apron
Mama’s bedspread
No leftover crumbs
Of dreams let go
Or standing in
For the family
Abandoned
The dress she wore
Is torn and burned
I won’t wear it
Anymore
The ring you
Put on my hand
From the bottom
Of the cereal box
Of lucky bastard charms
Never fit right anyway
I don’t want to be
Your goddess
I don’t want to be
Your muse
Just let me be real
To someone
I’m done letting
My tears water
Someone else’s garden
And the light I shine
Used as someone else’s
Limelight
Love me for me
I’m not someone
Who’s a
Once in a lifetime dream
I’m one more smile
One more silhouette
Just a me
With nothing just about her
Love me for me
Let me be real
Another fish
In a polluted sea
Of tears
And petals
Waiting
To be seen
</span></span></p><div><br /></div>writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-5621624335712571432021-07-04T10:21:00.005-07:002021-07-05T10:24:17.313-07:00Young Love<div>You were my ecstasy</div><div>A thousand tiny</div><div>Little things</div><div>That took me higher</div><div>Than my dreams</div><div><br /></div><div>Set my heart to racing</div><div>And my lips to smile </div><div>And sometimes </div><div>I still catch the </div><div>Scent of your hair</div><div><br /></div><div>But I wanted more</div><div>And I was scared</div><div>To care</div><div>And that breath you</div><div>Took away</div><div>Could not be found</div><div>Anywhere</div><div><br /></div><div>So I stumbled when I fell</div><div>And lost my chance</div><div>To be for you all that</div><div>You wanted to be for me</div><div>As I drowned in that wishing well</div><div><br /></div><div>So now my dreams have lost</div><div>All their color</div><div>And though. I swore that I’d never</div><div>I still remember the taste</div><div>Your hand left in my hair</div><div><br /></div><div>It was sweetness and battle</div><div>Of challenge and valor</div><div>All these things I didn’t know</div><div>Beyond the nightmares</div><div>In which I’d grown</div><div><br /></div><div>And so I let go</div><div>I was afraid to know</div><div>That I’d pulled you down</div><div>Into all the hell I called out from</div><div>Each night I lost my ground</div><div><br /></div><div>Though memories fade</div><div>Do you remember the day</div><div>I took your breath away</div><div>As on the ground we laid</div><div>Eye to eye and stared</div><div><br /></div>writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-49852089787878091942021-07-04T09:34:00.007-07:002021-07-04T09:34:55.956-07:00Unpayable Debts<div><img alt="May be an image of nature and sky" class="i09qtzwb n7fi1qx3 datstx6m pmk7jnqg j9ispegn kr520xx4 k4urcfbm bixrwtb6" height="846" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://scontent-sjc3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.6435-9/206595699_1171862116649154_1422229704758778414_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-3&_nc_sid=8bfeb9&_nc_ohc=8oP-KM3Zm6gAX9maLK3&_nc_ht=scontent-sjc3-1.xx&oh=a360edea43d07acf5ae2b4f369a8bb46&oe=60E77787" width="1242" /></div><div>The quiet screams the echo</div><div>of footsteps long faded away</div><div>and plays the staccato steps</div><div>against</div><div>the raucous crescendo</div><div>of laughter </div><div>long lost</div><div>as a chord of cries carries</div><div>the aria from the heart</div><div>to the mind</div><div>and back again.</div><div>When the we</div><div>of us</div><div>was met,</div><div>it never became</div><div>a composition-</div><div>it became a comparison</div><div>of what we were</div><div>to what you wanted</div><div>now that what you</div><div>had wanted</div><div>was yours.</div><div>But the love was</div><div>never</div><div>enough to fill</div><div>the debt you felt owed to fill </div><div>that seeping sore of a soul</div><div>left by those who</div><div>loved you</div><div>before.</div>writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-57770278586900146652021-07-04T09:32:00.006-07:002021-07-04T09:32:49.961-07:00Promotion to People<p>“Feathers, Ish, what is wrong with you?” </p><p>Ish looked up from the color-coded schematics, plot point comparisons, and a record amount of other life data.</p><p>“Promotion my silver-plated halo.” The overwhelmed guardian grumbled back. Barry winced at the term and handed one of the two steaming mugs to Ish over the paperwork.</p><p>“It can’t be that bad, it’s just one human. I mean, some guardians are working with three or four.” Barry was trying to be helpful, trying to work that guardian angel magic for a clearly inundated comrade.</p><p>On the wall was a very large life map marked with an above average location turn over and quite a few circular paths. Ish was glaring at it despite there having been much more complicated maps for previous assignees.</p><p>Ish caught Barry staring at the map and sighed before taking a long, slow swig from the mug.</p><p> “The movement isn’t the issue here, Barry.”</p><p>“Okay, so what’s the issue?” </p><p>Ish flicked a transparency of color up to the wall and expanded it to fit corner to corner.</p><p>“This is the issue. You see this color here?” Ish said waving over the purplish hue, “this is what is termed as logical fallacies. This one,” and up came one colored overlay, and then another, and another, “this is moral reasoning, and this one” Ish sighed as another color stretched across the wall, “is emotional reasoning—not to be confused with emotional intelligence or emotional intelligence of origin.”</p><p>“Um, I can see how this is daunting, Ish, but you’ve got this. Just a learning curve is all. It’s why we’ve got wings.” Barry had meant to be supportive, had meant to be uplifting, had meant to be funny. Judging from Ish’s glare from over the now empty mug, it had been an attempt in futility.</p><p>“So, what species did they promote you to, again?” </p><p>“Humans.” Ish replied. “And this isn’t even a tenth of what they’re going to be processing.”</p><p>That much was obvious from the boxes and boxes of paperwork all around the office that hadn’t even been opened yet.</p><p>“Wanna swap assignments?” Ish sighed out as the empty cup hit the desk.</p><p>“I’ll… just grab you another cup.” Barry said with a chuckle.</p>writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-52530145339920254402021-07-04T09:29:00.002-07:002021-07-04T09:29:27.446-07:00 Fairy Tales Lie<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ia52zbdeVWY/YOHhz17A2nI/AAAAAAAGEpA/TJiPXKAfME0h9lDhWapCCjR6zyUZMfQKQCLcBGAsYHQ/ECF93522-9926-463E-8674-8916CC843A1B_1_105_c.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1086" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ia52zbdeVWY/YOHhz17A2nI/AAAAAAAGEpA/TJiPXKAfME0h9lDhWapCCjR6zyUZMfQKQCLcBGAsYHQ/ECF93522-9926-463E-8674-8916CC843A1B_1_105_c.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><u><br /><br /></u><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-d4aba3f8-7fff-d195-e8ef-3191806fa2c7"><u><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A summer of stolen kisses</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And more hearts broken</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By innocence</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Than malice</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sideways glances</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And blushing behind books</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Wondering if it always is true</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At sixteen</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If Romeo and Juliet</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Had it right</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or if it was all the advice</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And lectures</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And late night</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Early morning</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Forbiddances </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Is love the potion</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or social standing</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The vial stands empty</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Held between</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Young dreamers’</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hands</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As they realize</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s filled</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With nothing but </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Their tears</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Why do all</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The fairy tales lie</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tease of happily</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ever after</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Like it’s a wish</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And a wave</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And happiness</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Forever</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When all it is</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Truly and deeply</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Is effort</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And tears</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And laughter</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And heart-wrenching</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Soul healing</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Legacy breaking</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And building</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Steps</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One by one</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With each little choice</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">With each little kiss</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And every brush</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of a hand</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And flutter</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of a heart</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And screams</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the night</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When everything</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Seems in vain</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The story isn’t</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A happily</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ever after</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s to be continued</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">From one heart</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To another</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And one soul</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Back</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There is no wishing</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Only building</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Among the muck</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The sun</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The summer</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And winter</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Together</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And apart</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Building</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Towards the</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Center</span></p></u></span>writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-42183031821005194342020-01-27T21:59:00.000-08:002020-01-27T21:59:46.768-08:00Rebirth Into Self: The Journey Home<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
There is a sanctuary set aside from the world, a place where dreams are laid, goals actualized, beginnings created and endings accepted. This is a place only one person knows the location of, and that one person is every person, for it is a different place within and without ever individual.<br />
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No person lives their life without going through a transitional period of time where they "find themselves"; something akin to returning to a home you didn't realize you had. I'm lost right now, and I am found, and I am traversing the mental distance between the two vantage points, omnipresent as I watch myself every step of the way.<br />
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Somehow, a moment we shared is guiding me back into myself. It’s as if the warmth held within that moment emanates from a soul sleeping inside me in a place I can’t remember the path too. I follow it, this feeling, not knowing where I am going and though I easily lose my way, again and again, I feel its heat upon my back beckoning me to correct the path I’m forging through my mind. So I turn and continue on into the darkness we created, we shared, we reveled in during that mixing of souls that was the catalyst for some sort of metamorphosis we struggle through, moment by moment.<br />
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This is not a peaceful journey nor is it exciting or mysterious, it is nothing but pain and fear. I have lost who I am, who I was, really. I am no one at this moment but a creature trapped in a fathomless chrysalis of soulless soul searching. I’m thrashing about in my mind, trying to find some remnants, some pieces of who I was, what I was: child, daughter, mother, lover, self.<br />
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Something within me broke, something has let fly all pieces of my personal mosaic into the wind rushing by my mental cadaver over the cliffs of insanity into the sea of mercurial consciousness. Even in this storm, I feel that warmth, glowing unseen yet felt from somewhere across that rocky sea. Throughout this whole time, at the very edge of my mind’s peripheral vision, I see myself battling to break from my encasement, too stubborn to realize it’s too soon.<br />
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There is no other recourse but to dive into this sea of what should be self, to swim amidst its waves, its tides, its depths to reach what is beyond its shores. So I jump, clutching what few shards of myself I think might be worth, diving into the sea. I struggle through this empty ocean feeling bumps and slitherings of things somehow existing yet unknowable. They snatch at my legs and drag me down only to push me back up into the crashing waves and the slapping winds, and rain draws red rivulets from my skin.<br />
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Then suddenly, it is as if that universe within my mind compresses and the sea itself is forced into me, condensing within me through the cuts the rain carved and a barrier crystallizes around me, hardening until I realize what I kept catching at the edge of my mind’s eye was a self-fulfilling prophecy. <br />
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So I fight and struggle, suffocating within myself, choking on a sea of my own creating, drowning in that stinging saltwater. And when all resistance has proven futile, it all goes dark, darker than the storm, darker than I’d ever known.<br />
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I wake to the sound of an arctic plain cracking, thunderous in voided space and I am sloshed out of the protective barrier that me while I was formless. Droplets of consciousness fall into the form of words, structured within their seeming chaos around me. I stretch my limbs and test my lungs, newly born into that which I am from the essence of what I was. My skin thickens and hardens, slowly as I adjust to this new form, the first and only barrier between who I have transformed into and the world around me. I must strengthen this body, this mind, this self before venturing from the birthplace of my mind back into the world.<br />
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Then, for the first time, I notice the warmth about me and realize I am in that place I strove to find, that place you and I created within one another. It is here I have found myself, within myself, imbued with some part of you as well, some mystery that quickens my blood in my veins. I remember what I have come from but it no longer binds me, those ties have been cut away by your demanding beckoning and that prison burned in the heat of those moments that haunt us still.<br />
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I do not know who I am, I do not know what form I take, but I am reflected in your eyes at night, in the honesty of the moon’s gentle light and I see myself for the first time: home and whole in your eyes.</div>
writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-51489691052723060502018-05-22T21:22:00.000-07:002018-05-22T21:22:01.487-07:00The Fruits of a Broken Family TreeThe room was filled with the raucous thundering of too many converging conversations. It wasn't a place for children but it was where everyone said they needed to be. Despite all of the elbow bumping of the cramped little living room, the children sat in a space of their own, devoid of the adults' attention while still being subjected to the comments and stories of how the black-garbed group had come to see it all coming and had done nothing to help.<br />
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It was her fault. It was his fault. It was their fault. It was no one's fault.<br />
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It was stress. It was depression. It was anxiety. It was rage.<br />
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The children sat in the humid bubble of too many voices while seemingly untouched by it at all.<br />
It was enough, more than enough, it was too much, and the still calm of the children dissolved; the boy into tears and the girl into fury. He flew himself into a corner and sobbed. She climbed atop a table and pummeled it with her heel to quiet the crowd.<br />
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In the silence that followed, she announced "It's okay. I asked him if he still loved her and he said yes."<br />
<br />
The crowd's angry faces had gone blank, and then confused, and then unsure as she stood atop her impromptu pedestal beaming with as she stood in the glory that her knowledge had just saved them all.<br />
<br />
Then, the whispers began...<br />"Doesn't she know?"<br />"Someone has to tell her."<br />"It's not my place to tell her."<br />"How could she not know?"<br />
<br />
And from a corner in the back, the little boy stepped up into the light as his tears streamed down his face.<br />
<br />
"It's not going to be okay. She's dead." He wailed.<br />
<br />
"But Daddy said he still loved her." The girl insisted.<br />
"<br />
No!" Was the answering word, torn from the seized throat of an anguished little soul.<br />
<br />
And the rift between the two children grew as the crowd stood in it, mumbling and muttering and fumbling about in their emotional incompetence.writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-53441801179280296692018-04-04T21:57:00.002-07:002018-04-04T21:57:44.806-07:00We Are Light<div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; border: 0px; color: #404040; margin-bottom: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We all come into this world as perfect points of light.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As we grow, the darkness of the world encroaches, and we harden the walls of our hearts around our light to protect ourselves from that darkness. What we often fail to realize until years down the road is that, not only are we light, but our light is magnified by the light of those we surround ourselves by.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The walls of a hardened heart may protect but they also confine, they may hold the darkness without at bay but they strangle the life within.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, regardless of our best efforts, we are broken. From without or within our walls crack from the years of scoring, they shear down to the soul, through all of that suffocating protection down to what little light we have left… and it hurts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">From those cracks, other’s lights are given the chance to shine back in, and then our light has the chance to grow and shine back out. The walls begin crumbling as the light burns brighter and hotter through healing. There may always be dark clouds floating along our surface from the lives we have lived, but the shadows they cast will grow fainter and fainter as our light grows.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A heart that had been nothing but a lump of rock begins its journey back to a beautiful heavenly body by cracking and breaking and healing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Who we are is not just a history of how we were treated but also a narrative of how we have treated ourselves and a prediction of how we will treat others.</span></div>
writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-3454786358794121672018-03-20T21:28:00.003-07:002018-03-20T21:28:23.725-07:00FlareHeart racing and stopping and thrumming in the chest<br />
While electricity sings along the nerves<br />
a silent, screeching kind of tickling<br />
And then muscles seize and shrink and pull you in<br />
With organs quivering and trumbling<br />
Making the world shake from the inside<br />
But no one else can feel<br />
Not even see<br />
<br />
Everything's tight enough to pluck<br />
Yet curled up into a ball<br />
every sound pounds into your bones<br />
The light sheers your eyes<br />
Burning patterns inside your skull<br />
With thoughts jumbled together<br />
In a panic, too loud to be heard<br />
Sloshing from one topsy-turvey<br />
Just to crash against anotherwritemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-63245953323023183982018-03-20T18:19:00.001-07:002018-03-20T18:19:14.371-07:00Dear Old Soul<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">Dear Old Soul</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">who was just growing into their youth</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">Forgive me, forgive us</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">As you face a war not your own</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">There are no rules, though many laws,</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">No glory, no honor,</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">just dashed promises of tomorrows</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">And loud shadowy exits</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">I would have painted you a home</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Warm and cheery like Christmas</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">With summer fun and autumn feasts</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">And all the hopes of spring</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 12px;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">But there is ice only ice creeping in</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">And angry storm fronts</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">The heat burns</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">And hope has shriveled to a shadow</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 12px;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">You face this, as young and old</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">With bold strength</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">Quietly seething for justice</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">Of a youth and a future dashed</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 12px;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">All those things I tried to keep</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">To hold so close they wouldn’t touch you</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">That I hid behind closed doors</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">That were too loud not to hear</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 12px;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">All those things you face and more</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">In living memory and fading dreams</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">My Old Soul, my Guardian King,</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">My brave, leading dawn</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 12px;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">It reads my heart to see you rise</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">On a field of bloodied hearts</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">Of yours and mine, and his and theirs</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">No one is left untouched</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 12px;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">I bear the blame for holding it all</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">For you and him and all our scars</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I tried to be better, to never give up</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">But I trapped us all when I should have fled</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 12px;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">Now here we are, us all and you,</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">My wise old warrior of infinity blessed</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">There are universes in your eyes</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">And red threads within your chest</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 12px;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">Face judgment with innocence</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Show guilt’s dark disgrace</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Speak truth and life and memory</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">To free you from this past</span></div>
writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-12258571623574327702018-01-02T23:03:00.000-08:002020-05-30T16:35:06.018-07:00Sometimes He Remembers He Loves the Sea<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The morning is foggy,
shrouded in the marine layer the sea creeps in. He lives on this
island as his family has lived on this island their whole lives down
the generations, as a fisherman. The shore, ever changing and ever
the same bumps up against his calloused feet as he was absentmindedly
down the path to the water. No matter how many times he walks the
path, there is always a new stone in the moss and sand jabbing into
his foot; there is no clear footing in the fog. The sea is placid,
and almost always is. It is the peace of the water that holds the fog
to the pathway, grows moss upon the sharp rocks, and milder in the
sand. It is this peace that holds him here.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He carries the empty nets
across his back, slung from shoulder to shoulder. They are heavy on
his shoulder, but they remind him of his strength, so he carries them
not just for his livelihood but also for his memory. He feels the
sand turning icy and mucky, sucking around his feet, feels the stones
beneath his feet slowly becoming round and the fog thickens around
him. He absently notes that he is getting close to the water and his
heart lights with the hope at the splash beckoning him.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He thinks back to those few
days when he was a child and the sun drew the fog up from the earth
and warmed the sea. The sweet kiss of an open sky's freedom and the
wonders of the water's pregnant depths lighten his mind for a moment
before he sees his father calling to him from the cottage to pull the
nets to the shore. The sea that clashes against his skin is cold and
he opens his eyes to see the gray liquid surround him, the distant
splashing of fish in the waves. Now, just as then, he feels his duty
to his lineage, to himself for survival. This is what his father
taught him, and his father, and his father down the family line: to
take from the sea what they can.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Few fish live here now.
Generations had fed and gorged themselves on the plenty of the sea
yet ever kept fishing, never satisfied by what the sea had offered up
to them. As life drained from the sea, so the sea stilled and so the
fog crept in upon them, covering their eyes and muting the music what
little life left played in the wind.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He walks along in the
shallow water, mirroring the shoreline while his eyes scan the water
for the drop-off. The water darkens a few feet in front of him and he
wonders where the fish have gone as he ties and coils the hand line
around his wrist. Then he hears the water moving, sees ripples coming
toward him. He grabs the net half an arm's length down and checks for
tangles as he divides it in half and rolls the top portion over his
thumb.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He stands there mid-motion;
every muscle memory paused as his thoughts slowly move about as a
school of fish in winter waters. Perhaps there is life beyond the
fog. If he leaves maybe he will find a sun above warm waters where
fish are plentiful. His hand slides down from thumb to the net's lag
line as other men might slide their hands over a woman. But he has
not known a woman. He is a fisherman on an island deserted by the
others as the fog remained and thickened. All he knows is fishing.
His father had refused to leave and so now he refuses to leave there
is none left to refute.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
His fingers feel for the lag
line again and grasp the midpoint between the net halves, bringing it
to his lips as his fingers follow the edges down again and grab hold
of the net's top half along the lag line. He watches for the ripples
as a distant splash whispers hope in his ear through the fog. The net
is salty in him ought but he is used to it, has been seasoned with
the salt through and through. Holding the lag line and half of the
net in one hand with the handline and net in the other, he curves his
body around and swings them all out over the darker ocean. He stands
in the icy water, hand line still about his wrist, and gazes over the
ocean wondering when life will return, where the sun had gone to, and
why nothing can permeate the fog.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The water turns mucky as the
day progresses and the water shifts away from the shore. He braces
himself against the rough, moss-covered edges of rock at his feet and
begins hauling in the net. But the net is light and it is easy to
pull in, which makes his heart heavy with disappointment. Seaweed and
slimy ocean much cover the net, only two fish lie in the net,
brilliant colored scales flashing sharp light into his eyes. He
sighs, it will be another meager day of meals, but perhaps tomorrow
the fishing will be better. He empties the net of the garbage it has
dragged up from the ocean floor. He hears a splash out in the fog,
yes, he thinks, life is returning.</div>
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<br /></div>
<hr />
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There is no life here. She
waits. She watches. The fisherman has grown from boy to man, no
longer free to fancy the unknown. He has bound himself with blood
ties to the shore. When he was a boy he would swim out with her and
they would swim together in the sea, wondrous with life. But those
waters were far, very far, from his cottage home. The older he grew
the closer to the shore he stayed, not even boating while he fished
now. She weeps in the sea while she waits for him in the morning.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
She sees him walking down to
the shore empty nets across his back like lash marks of hurts past.
She calls to him in her sing-song way. He does not even lookup. Her
voice is lost in the fog. She pushes herself out of the water,
splashing and waving, beckoning him out to her. She sings of warmer
waters where the sun shines deep into the waters and winds tickle the
waves, but he is deaf to her.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
She pleads over dead waters,
recalling the times they had played as children in the sea. "Escape
the island," she offers, "swim the depths with me again,
let us find life together." He stares out over the sea,
unseeing, un-hearing, an ocean creature himself who has been beached
on the shore too long.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The sea is as lifeless as
his eyes and it breaks her heart for him.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He walks along the shallow
water and she swims closer to him, a satchel over her shoulder
bearing gifts. For a moment, it seems he senses her and she smiles
despite herself and the warning in the back of her mind. Perhaps, she
thinks, he will see today. But he is readying his nets, his eyes
unfocused. She says his name and he pauses. She is so close to him if
only he would come back to the sea. Be with me, she beguiles, and
come see where the life has gone. And it seems as if he hears her
offer. Please, oh please return to me, she begs over the swamp-like
shallows.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
But his hands are at work
with the net again. She flings her satchel into the water, disturbing
the glassy surface. Fury pulses through her, for his blindness, for
his entrapment by those who raised him, by her inability to break him
from himself. She dives under the waters and clutches the satchel to
her, immediately repentant and heartbroken. Her tears mix with the
sea as the net hits the surface above her. She panics and swims a
short distance away, fearful of being caught in those terrible lines.</div>
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
She returns to the surface,
peeking out above the waters, hopeless with another attempt failed.
She watches him from the sea until the tide begins to ebb. She
returns to the net as he begins pulling it up. She carefully empties
her satchel into it as it closes. Two fish from her homeland, and a
pearl from her garden, and scales from her tail. The water is turning
foul as the muck condenses. The foul waters weaken her, they sicken
her a little more each day, but she continues to return for him,
hoping. She swims to deeper waters and watches as he picks out the
fish and disposes of her treasures, hidden by the muck. Anguished,
she flings herself back into the sea and begins the long journey
home.</div>
writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-57815892558008903372017-11-17T10:45:00.001-08:002018-06-04T21:52:33.627-07:00Because I Love YouI know it hurts.<br />
I’m sorry.<br />
I can fix it.<br />
I can make you better.<br />
Why won’t you let me make it better?<br />
You’re pretending.<br />
You’re pretending, aren’t you?<br />
Why are you pretending?<br />
Stop it.<br />
It doesn’t hurt.<br />
It still hurts?<br />
I’ll fix it.<br />
I’ll make it stop.<br />
I’ll make it stop for us both.<br />
I can’t do this anymore.<br />
I’ll make it stop.<br />
I know it hurts.<br />
But now it won’t anymore.<br />
Now it won’t hurt either of us.<br />
Not anymore.<br />
Never again.<br />
I know it hurts.<br />
I’m sorry.<br />
I can fix it.<br />
Why won’t you let fix it?<br />
Stop fighting.<br />
Let me fix it.<br />
It won’t hurt anymore.<br />
Not anyone.
<br />
Anymore.<br />
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<br />writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-78964176256665599902017-04-21T21:19:00.002-07:002018-08-14T22:30:27.402-07:00From Tethered to Tattered<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Souls were meant to travel</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; min-height: 13px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">To permeate each other </span><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">ebb and flow</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">to soothe into one another</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">and withdraw like the dew</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; min-height: 13px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Yet they are constrained</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">pushed into this world</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">caged inside flesh</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Tortured by glimpses</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">of infinity in a moment</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">and eternity beyond touch</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So, what happens</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">to the soul that escapes</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Who shredded its tethers</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">and flows in and out</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">of itself and others</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; min-height: 13px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">What of the body</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">left behind soulless</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">during dream time</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">with connections awry</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">the cage splayed open</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Empty with soul absent</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; min-height: 13px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Or of the reunion</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">And the soul returns</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">and the body reawakens</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">when the soul no longer fits</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">and the cage is weakened</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; min-height: 13px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">How long can a soul stay</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">in a cage it hates</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">when it’s felt freedom</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">and the touch of life</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">true as from the source</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; min-height: 13px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">The shell never fit</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A body ever left wanting</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Captive of in-between</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Undecided</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">on staying or leaving</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; min-height: 13px; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So it leaves just once more</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">and then returns</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Ambiguous</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Searches again for clarity</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Tearing the strands</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">of body and soul</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">ever more</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">and more</span></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Forever, more</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal; text-align: center;">
<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">one last time</span></span></div>
writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-25649489376747998622015-12-09T13:16:00.000-08:002015-12-21T18:34:24.322-08:00The Edge of ArtThe palette knife was nothing special to anyone but the painter. The palette was covered with globs and smears and swirls as the painter worked. There was something calming about mixing the colors before the application. He took his time, slicing a bit of color from this shade and that, mixing them together slowly and gently till it matched his mind's eye just so.<br />
<br />
The ingredients with this particular medium were tricky, there were so many variables to consider when cultivating it. Event the best of colors could go bad. You had to work quickly and with strong strokes before it dried or died. Living mediums were like that.<br />
<br />
This latest piece was a sunset. His own life was coming to a close soon. It was a hazard of this line of work. Life his father before him, and his grandmother before that, he worked to perfect his craft, to uphold his family's legacy. They had all been artists and with each generation they tried to improve upon the last.<br />
<br />
He had been the first to truly utilize the resources at his disposal, making and mixing more than one color for a piece of work. This had been commissioned by the grand museum in town. It had to be perfect. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to work once his work was publicized to that extent. It was a risk, but one worth taking.<br />
<br />
He walked to one of the steel slabs, Table A, examine the blue veins of color. He took his knife and pressed its tip against an azure line. The liquid needed to the surface, a lighter red then he was looking for. He turned to the next table and traced the veins on a younger limb. He took the palette knife to it, revealing a darker, richer blend. That was better.<br />
<br />
He made a mental note to add more iron to the lines for Table A. There must be a nutritionally deficiency forming.<br />
<br />
He worked with the knife, forming the sea cliffs, sharp jagged, and dark against the fading light of the sun. He had to work quickly, slanting with the thinnest part of the blade. This pigment was younger and clotted faster.<br />
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writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-52432989384893936292015-12-05T13:47:00.000-08:002015-12-19T13:26:26.228-08:00Fly AwayThey keep telling me what I can't do. They keep telling me I have to be careful. To be safe. I'm sick. I'm fragile. I can't be like other kids. I can't jump and run. My teacher says to be patient, that maybe I'll be stronger when I get to first grade.<br />
<br />
I'm mad.<br />
<br />
It's not fair.<br />
<br />
I've been swinging as high as I can go, the wind helps me feel better...<br />
<br />
But the tears still hurt.<br />
<br />
I need to get higher, even as the swing hiccups and snaps, I want to go higher. I want to get away.<br />
<br />
Maybe... if I get higher enough... I can let go... and jump into the sky... Or... they could be right...writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-30690290519446710292015-11-25T23:27:00.000-08:002020-04-29T16:09:17.024-07:00StarlightGhosts<br />
Standing at my door<br />
Throwing pebbles at my window<br />
Inform<br />
Inconsistent<br />
There and gone<br />
Come back<br />
Stay away<br />
Remind me<br />
Make me forget<br />
<br />
Only in the dark<br />
Peek at me from the past<br />
Whisper to me you're still here<br />
Tell me you're not gone<br />
Things I wonder or know<br />
That I feel kisses in the breeze<br />
During nights I'm alone<br />
In my own company<br />
<br />
You are my lights<br />
My beautiful night sky<br />
The patterns of chaos<br />
Panning out into order<br />
As understanding dawns<br />
Upon the small and blind<br />
We are immeasurably alone<br />
Yet, somehow, connected<br />
As we shine upon each other.writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-31185708320199054672015-11-25T00:21:00.000-08:002018-06-04T22:15:43.589-07:00The Shattered Iris<br />
Gardens are so mercurial, temperamental; even in the winters... and it was always winter here. It was a blessed sort of hell for the research my team and I were trying to accomplish.<br />
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We were supposed to create a flower that could survive the cold, the snow, the ice.We were failing. Had failed. The garden I kept was my only comfort in this desolation.<br />
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I had kept it in my room, at first, an Iris. She was a beautiful sort of flower. Delicate in her beauty and resilient in her strength. She had been my inspiration through all the frustrations.a<br />
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When worse came to worse I converted the hydroponics works into a sort of open air greenhouse. Safe from the wind but frozen like outside.<br />
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No one understood. One by one, they left us. I was so close, I knew it. I had to keep trying, keep testing. My beauties weren't ready for the winds yet... but... they were withstanding the cold without shattering.<br />
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I only had one chance left before I was out of test subjects.<br />
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I walked slowly back to my room. There is a price for science and I cried while I paid it; bagging my beautiful Iris, filling the bag with a warmed gas to keep her petals supple while I wheeled her down to the test area.<br />
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An eternity later I gazed at my specimen's test results. All readings looked hopeful. I had done it. We had done it. My beautiful Iris lay living, not dormant, beneath the layers of ice. Nothing had cracked, nothing had shattered. She lived and could move, could bend when the winds caught her.<br />
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My Iris swayed on the table as I touched her, my gloved hands trembling. Beauty, finally frozen in time, alive.<br />
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<br />writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-35802644176162716992015-09-16T23:45:00.000-07:002015-12-19T15:42:27.984-08:00My Limerick<div style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; font-size: 16px;">
There was a deep, wheezing voice floating over the crowd as our eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the door. Poet's Den was the oddest bar I think I'd ever dragged my man into. The incense, coffees, and teas mixed in the air, giving each table it's own aromatic aurora. I felt like I"d crawled out of my skin and into my soul with so many kindred spirits about, my poor date just looked like he was suffocating on all thick vernaculars in the air.<br />
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He took up residence in my normal haunt, a corner in the back of the room, pretty much out of sight. I was the social butterfly here, an inversion of our roles beyond these walls. It had been so long since I'd spoken with other writers. We read each other's pieces, listened to the poets on stage, the musicians wove melodies, discussed what we really meant by what we said. It was thrilling... in a calm, sipping warm spices kind of way.<br />
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Then a sort of raucous rose up from the back. There he was, obviously enjoying something a bit bolder than my tea in his glass and being the loud, fun loving sailor I'd fallen in love with.<br />
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Excusing myself I walked over to him and whispered an appropriate encouragement to get us out the door without too much disruption. While we were walking out a heard a few sneers and distasteful remarks, a classic case of" who do you think you are to be in our clique" kind of nonsense that drove me mad.<br />
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I paid the cashier and said, a little loudly and maybe with a wink, "You'll have to excuse us for the night. My limerick needs its muse.".<br />
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It was cheesy and silly, but what can I say, my sailor's rubbed off on me.</div>
writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-65520654450280407302015-09-04T09:46:00.001-07:002015-09-04T09:46:02.923-07:00Dandelion DiademThe room was sparse but for some handpicked flowers from her garden and the Chihuahua's amenities. There was a crocheted blanket pulled up around her shoulders.<br /><br />A quick rap at the door startled her out of her limbo like reverie about how life had mistreated her. A slight woman entered the room, too thin for her height, limp curls hung like dirty drapes around eyes encircled with the darkness of sleepless nights and worried days.<br /><br />"Morning, Mother," she said, like she had every day since this has started. Her voice had gotten quieter as things had deteriorated. "How are you feeling?" She asked, looking around the room. A disapproving snort from the bed had tears shimmering in the visitor's eyes.<br /><br />"Are my roses blooming?"<br /><br />The question was impatient and and whistled off at the end, overtaken by wheezing.<br /><br />"They should be blooming. You should have brought me some fresh flowers... Did you fertilize them like you were supposed to? You have to feed them every few months or they won't bloom as nice... I bet you didn't, or you didn't do it right. If you had then you would have brought me... flowers..." She wheezed off a huff of indignation, looking to the window for flowers outside.<br /><br />"I'm sure they'll be blooming soon, Mother." The daughter replied softly. She fidgeted in her lap, eyes examining the blanket. "I think I skipped a stitch on the hem on the end her. I'll have to unravel it a bit to fix it, but I could bring my hooks tomorrow and fix it."<br /><br />"The blanket's fine if not a little lopsided. Don't put yourself out on my account. Not like I'm going to be tossing it around my shoulders and running around naked outside."<br /><br />"O-okay."<br /><br />"Is your mother so boring that you can't just sit with me for awhile? It's not like you have much longer to wait. You were always impatient. Ungrateful."<br /><br />The daughter squeezed her eyes shut, wiping at the tears that escaped.<br /><br />"I made you something." The hurt visitor said, opening a small box and placing it on the bed. "It's a dandelion crown, like you made me that one time."<br /><br />She grunted with a glance in the box.<br /><br />"It was a good memory." Her daughter whispered as she let herself out.writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-65322680846825369012015-08-06T15:14:00.002-07:002018-07-10T22:07:42.468-07:00Dance Drops<div style="border: 0px; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
It had been a long day, not that long days weren’t unusual, but it was the long kind of day that had just kept pounding one disappointment on top of another.</div>
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I stepped out the front door into a humid summer night. Rain was coming. It was always coming. This was a place of mermaids and naiads, tree sprites and mudpuppies. It had always been home, even when I had nowhere to call my own, the air and water here had always called to me during my travels. It was my restoring gravity.</div>
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I walked through the heavy night to my vehicle and left to clear my head. I didn’t have a particular direction in mind, much less a destination, but I ended up down by the capital. The architecture was beautiful, to be sure, standing lit behind the lake. The lights reflected off of the water like the fireflies I once caught as a child.</div>
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I stopped and headed down towards the water, fully intending to find myself one of those wrought iron benches and just watch the lights upon the ripples… but the rain had come faster than I’d expected.</div>
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I laughed. A sad, resigned, slightly hysteric laugh before the rain turned to a downpour and washed the day away from my upturned face, the tears hidden behind the nature. Then the music came, as it always did, with the rain. The percussion and gliding upon a myriad of unassuming instruments so often overlooked as ordinary merely because they were common.</div>
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I had endured many types of dance lessons long ago, they are some of my first memories, and the body remembers the things it loves even if youthful refusal fought not to. And my body loves to dance.</div>
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Out around midnight, amid the rain, I tiptoed and twirled in a soggy shirt and jeans to a song the universe was playing for me alone.</div>
writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-14890184873710154192015-08-04T15:16:00.000-07:002015-09-03T09:44:49.350-07:00The Water Well<br />Life is a river running through time; ebbing, flowing, curving, twisting, roiling and calm.<br /><br />Out amidst the vastness of the mind, a figure floats amid the waters, dipping a quill into liquid and penning along the stars a story's constellation, line by line.<br /><br />With every story, the ink that runs and drips lives into existence, that tells of yesterdays and todays and tomorrows, no matter the color all comes from a well fed by the undercurrents of spirits traversing existence along those living waters like inks themselves.<br /><br />So they exist alone and blended and those blendings blending until a universe bursts into existence with all creatures and stories separate yet entwined. And the words among the stars bleed and seep and drip onto the canvas of the mind as the pictures the mind's eye sees within and then without.writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953595323682840567.post-45059095148116862872015-07-21T15:17:00.000-07:002015-08-06T15:18:08.525-07:00Now A WriterAll of a sudden the universe is imploding and exploding all at once behind your eyes and somewhere amidst the reflecting of chaoses, one against the other, you see a pattern emerge as if woven with that ominous red string of fate, binding you to your words and your words to a vastness that begs to be filled though you know it never will be. In this moment, a moment of inspiration and destiny, you have found your voice amidst a calling you had always heard but never quite recognized. You have become god to your creations while a slave to their demons.writemeaworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758714071783875764noreply@blogger.com0