|With your feet on your head and your brains in your shoes, you can steer your life anyway you choose :)|
#Weekend Motivational Ramblings
My business is not your business unless I want it to be. If you would prefer to go about your life blindly believing everything you're told, then by my guest.
I am not going to be coerced, bullied, or manipulated by anyone. I am my own person. I do not belong to you. My story is my own, it does not belong to anyone else.
You decide the kind of person you are.
I already know who I am.
You don't get to decide that for me.
So maybe think a little bit, about mind over matter, about who the fuck exactly you think you are, and more importantly - what you stand for.
I know one thing for sure.
I'm stronger than you. I'm stronger through my friendsh...
While we sat and ate,
Something yellow spattered the floor.
We jumped up, me and my mate,
And almost headed for the door.
But it was just an egg that fell,
From the treetops high above,
My friend wished it well,
"Here's your eulogy", she spoke with love.
"To the one who lived for a day,
To the one who never did fly,
To the one who lost its way,
To the one who never even got to try.
"To every grey hair, my child,
To every grin, high or low,
To every cigarette, strong or mild,
To everything you didn't know.
"To every embrace you never got
To every action, right or wrong,
To every battle you never fought,
To every emotion, weak or strong.
"To the only thing you did find out,
To how sweet ...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 117
'Play the game' you said to me
You brought the party, game in your hand
Sang along to my favorite band
Smile cheek to cheek
I was so tired I was so weak
Sitting high in my bed for two
I was admiring the way your SHAPE moved
Dancing with ease like you never danced before
I couldn't miss my moment I hit the floor
Found my way to you and took your hand in mine
I swear to you I was on cloud nine
A couch potato CURLS out into something more
Low on motivation but that was before
Anger at the tip of my NOSE no more
A wallflower in a Sun's light
Looking at you I just might
See a glimpse of what couldn't be
But this isn't reality
And you aren't in my company
You wanna know why
I became this very changed life.
I wasn’t like this before
I used to talk
I used to adore
I was curious like other lives
to know more what’s really going
on my back
or just behind
I used to care
to make some friends
I never wanted to lose them
You wanna know why
things changed and
how I look so fine
thanks to some people
who made me cry
at least taught me to act
stronger than any life
Nothing has changed
not me as my…
I still cry and wanna die
once I did and it did hurt
and now I do, but don’t wanna hurt
so I don’t care what they call me
I just agree as I can see
I know people call as they need
and some just indeed
I know the sign of love
doesn’t means the same
"Every time I run", said the hare,
"I leave the world behind.
Sweet is the air
And the trees are always kind"
"While the birds sing best,
When there's no one else around,
Today one left it's nest
And sat next to me on ground."
"What is it this I hear,
Someone must have won,
Hark, listen to them cheer".
And the hare once more began to run.
#Skylark Challenge 116
Piles of things stack up
Over a lifetime,
Days and months and men
Made from piles of dirty laundry and of tin sheets
And metal bits and pieces.
Our lives begin
And wither in ways
Only darkness knows how to halt them
Like some games.
The song of a nearby cricket
Awakens the people shaped thing inside me.
I awoke with a fever,
As some days can be a more demanding mistress than others.
My voice removed,
I was left with two fingers to type with
And to build my castles with
And to conquer Dragonland with
And to face deadly scarecrows and sleepwalkers exorcising the night away.
My friend's father is dying,
Her name is kymberly crumberly.
She has inherited this mir...
Little pig little pig let me in
I've tried before but I just cant win
I want you to know me by heart before I come in
This could be everything you want, everything you need
Oh my, what beautiful brown eyes you have
"The better to decieve you with my love", they say
Oh my, such pretty legs you have
"The prettier the view when I walk out of your life my love", she says
Oh my, what lovely lips you have
"The easier it'll be to seduce you with my love" he says
Oh my, what sharp teeth you have my dear
"The more fun it'll be tearing you up in ity bity bits", I cry out
How does it feel baby?
The bad dreams are back
Such a shame they never left
I'll wake up most nights and remember your face
I want to call out your name and I want you to comfort me
All I have are these stream of tears to remind me
You're stuck in my head
Then I remember
I wanted you dead
In my dream you are by my side
But we are surrounded by the dead and we are hiding
You said to me, "you have to trust me so I can get us out of here"
I ran away I couldnt take it
I'm fucked if I stay I'm fucked if I leave
A brilliant suicide you are my cyanide
Put on a smile, time for the show
Throw me to the wolves I'm dying to know
Why dont you see what you do is cruel
How long have I been a fool?
#random 3AM scribbles...
I dream of airplanes that have no lanes
Where am I going? I start to feel the same
I dream of men with guns it's just no fun
What have I done? I think as I run
I dream of countless walls, I just wanna pass
What am I fighting for? Will I last?
I dream of blood so much blood
Innocence is dead it's on my hands
When will it end?
I'm sorry for letting you believe I was okay
Self sabotage at its finest as I unwillingly throw a grenade at my own shelter, I release myself
I feel the pressure drop and I'm falling down to an inevitable death, where I feel nothing
Everything is okay
#PHOTOCHALLENGE #HIDDENWORD #POETRY
WE'RE LIKE A FIRE
I’m the fuel and you’re the flame.
There’s just a spark without the log
And the log just rots away
Without the flame.
It’s just a game
And in the end we’re all the same.
But all the blame that’s passed around
Just always seems to fall on me.
You feed on my apologies.
Your flames gnaw into my care.
And I don’t know who dies faster
But I know this isn’t fair.
That he’s a roaring, soaring burst of light
While I’m hollowed out and burnt.
And I’ve learnt to give in to his fights
While he learned that he goes first.
And I simply can’t go on like this
If I go, he goes, too.
How is this called love
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 106 (#3)
Lost in bitterness and pain
Dark clouds bring rain,
Washing falling tears to the drain.
Refusing to hear the whispering winds..
Turmoil CRADLED with sadness
Driving the mind to utter madness,
The heart no longer seeks kindness.
A reflection in the mirror no longer seen...
Loneliness that comforting friend,
Creating LOCKS that unwillingness mend
Consumed the darkness seem to not end.
Emotional walls SPIRALS onto dead ends
Questioning my former sanity.....
Distancing one self from reality,
Love is no longer found with humanity.
Companions found in lesser vanity
living to find love with fictional entities..
Casted upon the dessert shores.
I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once should my name birth from your lips
I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles,
and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you ever encroach upon my camp at dreaming hour
I promise to empress upon you pressure,
of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution
But the only revolution that will come of your resistance is vertigo,
as you spiral downward into ABYSMAL forgottenness
Now heed my words with intent lest you risk the fate of faded bewilderment
May God be my strength as I destroy you
I will obliterate you until the only remnant of your very existence
is but a v...
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A PRETTY LENGTHY LETTER AND YOU MIGHT FIND SOME THINGS I'VE SAID ABOUT EXTROVERTS A LITTLE RUDE. LET ME ASSURE YOU THAT I DON'T MEAN TO OFFEND YOU BASED ON YOUR PERSONALITY, I LOVE EVERYONE IRRESPECTIVELY AND THIS PIECE WAS INTENDED TO BE NOTHING BUT A FUN READ.
Growing up introverted, my ideas of fun are a little different from the rest of the society that is culturally and numerically dominated by extroverts that unintentionally drain out my life essence by meaningless rituals of everyday social interaction.
For example, if some one told me 'Hey, go have fun... Do whatever you want to do', I'll go sleep for three days. No kidding. I'll sleep, watch ...
THE DARK OF THE NIGHT
Lying awake at two in the morning
Unable to sleep
Even thinking about death
Doesn't do the trick.
Not being afraid
Of the endless dark
Beyond the edge of forever
No longer seems enough.
A universe made of electric charges
Quarks and empty space
Seems a stage that trivialises
The mere spark of a moment
That is this life, these dreams, this face.
Hold out your hand, touch me, do -
At this moment I need a moment with you.
A WORD ABOUT DEPRESSION
One of the stupidest, most condescending things anybody can say to someone with severe depression is "everything's going to be all right." It's even stupider than "get over it!" because at least that second one shows you don't have any faux-sympathy for the person in question.
Let me tell you something: saying "everything will be all right" means exactly nothing. It means nothing because everything is not going to be all right just because you say so, and both of you know it. It means nothing because you're just proving that you've never been in that situation and have no idea what it's like to be in that situation.
When someone's critically depressed, they don't ...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 104- SKYLARK SPECTACULAR (#2)
FAR FROM REALITY
PARTICLES of RUST between
broken cerebral connections.
as memory is moving out
and time moves on.
Far from reality
Familiar cadence repeats,
I am syncopated passion,
THINK of a plethora of pain never forgotten;
in moments SCUFFED outside wisdom’s mind.
When dementia finds me
far from reality
banging and bombarding
a misplaced identity
where only music
was MY ESCAPE.
Finding a fading smile
sunset pausing briefly
basking in MOCKING shades
of days passed away
stroked against p...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 104- SKYLARK SPECTACULAR!
Terms used: My escape, creased, scuffed, particles, rust, think, mocking.
THE NIGHT IS FILLED WITH DANGERS, YOU SEE
Once, I sat upon a tall gloomy tree
It would be my escape -- the town was asleep
The wind was silent, moonlight mocking me
'Twas the perfect scene -- horrors to be seen
And then a breeze came, clouds burst to rain
Lightning made reveal a shadow standing still
Wearing steel armor filled with rust
A headless knight*, I was scuffed with fright.
Awakened by a call, we've arrived at grandpa's home
Fall; the floor dirty and creased by the old chair
(5: The words I need to hear)
Angel with no wings
Why the sudden sad stare
The world at times is not what you seemed it to be
Can grab you leave you bruised and bare
When times no one cares
Angel with no wings
Just look what you bring
A sense of strength
Although you have clipped wings
No shame if you can not fly away
Believe you will claim and soar
In better days
Angel with no wings
Hush let me dry your tears
World can be cold lonely place
If your alone fighting fears
We are unaware of our faith
But tell you this
There has to be better days
For clipped wings
Is like hell inside of ones cage.
Thanks so much for the letter! I loved your entry for the challenge and I'm so pleased you've decided it's worth joining in. If you feel any friends here would perhaps enjoy it too, it would be great if you let them know about it. I would like to build up participation a bit so there is a regular group participating. Currently there are on average about 8 Lettrists each week.
Congratulations on completing the challenge and look out for the next one on Monday morning (normally), UK time DST+1.
Sleep well. 😴