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I gaze at the water beneath my feet, I see my reflection from up high atop this bridge. I pace and think about the phrase second chances, it seemed so inconceivable how he could leave me alone.I can't breathe. This bridge, feeling the sturdy, rusty beams beneath my feet and the taut cables filling the horizontal gaps of my fingers. My grip tightens as the wind howls a fierce gust follows. I'm startled by a mental image of his face. I slip. Suddenly I'm flying, falling and speeding towards dark blue depths of despair.
People are very fascinating, but we have a dark and mysterious side. Experiences have led me to this belief and knowledge:
Stop a quick second lend me your ear, I'll tell you a true story. Life processes evolved even quicker when humankind decided to corrupt and destroy everything and lay waste wherever we went. Over periods of evolution our knowledge grew, we created, innovated and made things better. Greed, jealousy, and power crept into our thoughts and habits and humankind slowly dreamt of world domination, in control..everything would heal and set itself in a harmonious balance.
(Based on my perception I believe this to be true)
Dear Becky Dearest,
I've observed enough.
I have made up my mind, there's no restart button to bring me a safe distance away from toppling into the abyss of disliking you. You cause me so much stress and anxiety, of course this power I gave to you but no more. I respect the chain links that it twisted around the ladder of " big corps". Tis the plight of the worker bees.
That is all.
Delusional grandeur: I hate you, but I love hating you. As you walk by looking flawless no cares in the world.
Me: You fool. Who are you kidding? Your butt is too big, your thighs constantly cause lightning. Ah, your lips they can sink a cup of soup. Who do you think you are?
Delusional grandeur: I am enough I promise.
As the roles reverse, wouldn't that make me a self-fufilled person who only floats on dreams.?
Everywhere I go I seem to drag this anvil named Pete. I'm consumed by a invisible cloak of despair on most days, but you can smell it can't you? I am trapped in a, retail shopping bag of misery being smothered by all those who live life carefree. Who care not about the confines of my service counter prison, who make messes willy nilly? Who am I? I know I'm your friendly neighborhood servant. Welcome to hell how may I help you?
S with a sprinkle of J.
I sit in my tiny milk crate, ignoring the world.
Time has showed me, anything is possible.
I'm safe, inside my magical milk crate.
I'm afraid, don't you see? Where do I begin? I breathe uncertainty inside my magical, tiny milk crate. I hear a thunderous roar in a world unknown, and I show my many faces of false bravado to appease the crowd both in my head and outside.
Dawn, a kaleidoscope of orange and brown. The gentle crisp breeze, Can you feel it? Today I'm wearing a rain poncho, and galoshes a size too small. I feel the turbulence, mother spinning in space on her imaginary axis. She weeps at the stretch marks and craters we've left. Tis her season to bring joy, giddy excitement and thoughtfullness. But instead we give her eroding forests, and we taint the mural of skies with toxic smog. I have a voice don't I? I paved the way for all existence, a dwelling place for all of your violence, corrupt politics and parties. Basically for all intensive purposes. Why is my cry too silent for you to hear? My icebergs weep, while you make up your mind. To decide i...
How are you today? I want you to know I love you and appreciate you. I know I can't relive or rewind a dead past. Growing up I felt misunderstood even more so without my father around after we moved out of state. We disagreed on many topics throughout my developmental years. I always felt like I was the black sheep at any family gathering or function we attended or held. I also felt as if my sister was the favorite in your eyes, and the family's. I admit I was jealous she could do no wrong everyone spoiled her. My admiration never wavered for you, you were the independent and strong mother I needed. Working long days into the night sometimes was how you provided for us, you raised...
I've packed all my bags.
I've found home in your eyes, laughter, and smile.
It's to late to find new real estate.
I Am More.
I was pushed into this world with the strength of thighs and inner inertia we women possess, for a moment in time it seems that's all the fight we have left. Until we see the welcoming face of the next generation you concieved. I am the daughter, sister and friend you cleave to when you look for the strength of a warrior. I'm much more than a prize, possession, and obsession my story tunnels deep below the surface. I am more than a good time on a warm summer day, Do you care about the mental or the emotional anatomy? #Equality for All
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure- Akeelah and the Bee
Set a bird free, if it liked you it might come back. Set a roach free it will always come back wether it's flying or crawling up your wall. It's gross to be compared to a roach but they are survivors.
Some humans have #Roach Tendencies...good and bad. #MIB flashback.
A true visionary masterpiece.
One of the greatest actors of all time was chosen for this amazing performance
(applause) 👏👏👏👏 Will Smith.
Dawn breaks, I'm all alone.
A dreamy haze plagued with fits, tosses and turns. I envision powerful hands poised for a lovers embrace. Dangerous eyes that could melt you or turn you to stone.
Me: I love you, be safe. 11:42pm
Him: No Reply.
I Should've Said.
The moment when you think that your opinion is irrelevant.
I should've said I am a valuable asset.
I should've said I'm worthy of companionship.
I should've said I am a diamond in the rough.
I should've said my mere reflection is a picture of my soul.
Tires kiss the pavement at a rapid pace, speeding back towards my life. I was out of body and mind visiting a faraway land. Icy dunes dot the scenery flash through the lens of my eye like a movie in a burst.
I'm tempted to say I lost my way.
My footprints leave tracks in the snow, I go on traveling a path of complete mystery.
Don't know where I'm headed I look around and nature is bursting with glossy white wonder. My path seems familiar,I haven't a clue. I arrive at an apartment building some would say, but I just call the one particular space within home.
Good morning, the new year has reigned in with wintry delight. Stay warm, and stay safe.
WOD| novaturient: (adj) desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation.
Still developing into a young woman, this process required struggles, heartache and many lonely days to shape me into the person I am today. Often I'm left pondering things in my mind but one decision is clear choosing to be [novaturient] in my life and others.
Every jellybean is a burst of flavor, every morning ritual starts a fresh day.
I'm waiting for you to tell me, "I told you so". I'm waiting for you to explain all the reasons I didn't make the right decision. The anchor that you thought was holding me there is slowly fading away. It's a new year anything is bound to happen, give me a few sour grapes and I'll make some grape juice.
Oh! What wonderful predicaments your webs weave, to be ensnared a joy but a challenge to find a strategic way out. As you descend down the silk thread remember triumphant are those who find solace in a better tomorrow.
I remember when we met, shy personas meet in a graceful test of endurance..today marks 1 year and 7 months.
I'm only a girl that depends on mommas joy. I'm too selfish to imagine anything else. People that are close call me Charlie. I could say it was a simple life for me and momma, but that was before he showed up. I'm only a kid so naturally I think who is this man that interrupted our lives and is leafing through a book in our kitchen. This is the beginning of change unbeknownst... to me. All because of him.
What movie portrays my story?
Whichever letterist can guess this movie, type the answer below in the comments, then I will send a letter to this reader. And see if they would be interested in continuing our movie train to kick off 2017.
Peanut butter Blues:
I'm sure I'm not the only one but peanut butter sends my heart a flutter. Just a couple spoonfuls and the magic of making a wish is comes to life. Who knew protein could come in such a tasty treat. ILOVE PB.
(True example): You see, today I woke up glad to be capricious because I might've bought something I didn't need from family dollar. Capricious: subject to, led by or indicative of a sudden, odd notion or unpredictable change; erratic. Some might call me capricious and I'd even agree. I believe I'm a little steadfast and capricious when it comes to certain things maybe and uneven balance but a balance nonetheless.
Writing Prompt: How it does feel to be the age you currently are?
Well honestly, I don't feel my age. I read something a few weeks ago that said that the adult brain is not fully developed until 25 years old male and or female. That being said, I believe my conscious inner self reminisces of what never was but finally came too late. My mind travels in and out of forts and castles. I've always been the mature and responsible one, growing up around "grown folks" my innocence was molded into that of a forty-year old woman. Growing up fast. But don't be deceived I still watch Spongebob lol. I also realize those years will never return or or rewind. But I feel as though that's a vital piece I'm ...
We are all like ho cakes, soft and fluffy on the inside but our crust covered outsides..delicious to the taste buds. Reflections of ourselves through others eyes had been marred without the slightest courtesy call.
Im back, with a wonderful vengeance of spirit; sparrows.
Dear Cheesy Goodness,
Your name is macaroni cheese
Your topped with the perfect amount of slightly golden browned cheese. You're oh so gooey and delicious you are my kryptonite. I love you don't ever stop being delicious.
A new big city, exploring it with you. A place full of new sounds, sights, and smells. The mere thought is so exciting. Stimulates my wonder-filled dreams about our very own space. I'm ready.