Hmmmm
Dead air
Dust bunny monsters
Lets take a skip down the memory path
Sirens hum nightly lullabies
Yells yank from dreamless nights
Icy secrets instantly freeze the heart
Which then melts with sounds of dear friends' laughter
Familiar faces
Familiar messes
Release stress
In the form of anger
I haven't seen a happy ending
Though I feel it's in the past,
I suppose the stories not yet finished.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
18
The moments are slipping through my fingertips, steadily running past the cracks I cannot fill. The stream quickens when my grip slacks and if I'm not careful I'll wind up empty handed. We hold the liquid of life in our very own hands. Though I cannot stop its constant dripping, I can seize the experience.
Today I will relish the texture and absorb the colour.
My fingers will paint the rainbow with every touch.
I embrace the splattering mess; covering everything in a magic.
The dark and light fuse, accentuating each other beautifully.
No, I will not let go, nor sit idly by.
I choose to bask in the beauty.
Today I will relish the texture and absorb the colour.
My fingers will paint the rainbow with every touch.
I embrace the splattering mess; covering everything in a magic.
The dark and light fuse, accentuating each other beautifully.
No, I will not let go, nor sit idly by.
I choose to bask in the beauty.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
extended metaphor perhaps? ;)
Enjoy that is which is placed before you.
It may be icky but it'll help you grow big and strong.
If you can't handle this then you won't make it to the good stuff. There is no short cut.
And anyways, if all we got was the good stuff, we'd get sick pretty quick.
Its not like you're the only one eating it either.
We've all got our fill. We're just waiting for you now.
You know, it's not going anywhere unless you do something about it and we're all running out of time.
You can go off to bed, or you can wait around, whining about your plate, while watching the rest of us enjoy the good stuff; we can't wait forever.
Take a lot of small bites or a few big ones, plug your nose or dilute it with water.
It doesn't really matter how you get through it, just that you do (and you get it IN your mouth, not just make a big mess - just spreading the food everywhere doesn't help.) Understand that we all have our own personal likes and we all have our individual dislikes and we all have a choice. We can pick up our fork and knife and deal with it when dished out an awful serving, or we can starve. You'll learn quick that we don't always get the luxury of a buffet but understand that food is food and the good stuff will come if you just pull through the yucky parts. Who knows, maybe you'll appreciate it in the end?
It may be icky but it'll help you grow big and strong.
If you can't handle this then you won't make it to the good stuff. There is no short cut.
And anyways, if all we got was the good stuff, we'd get sick pretty quick.
Its not like you're the only one eating it either.
We've all got our fill. We're just waiting for you now.
You know, it's not going anywhere unless you do something about it and we're all running out of time.
You can go off to bed, or you can wait around, whining about your plate, while watching the rest of us enjoy the good stuff; we can't wait forever.
Take a lot of small bites or a few big ones, plug your nose or dilute it with water.
It doesn't really matter how you get through it, just that you do (and you get it IN your mouth, not just make a big mess - just spreading the food everywhere doesn't help.) Understand that we all have our own personal likes and we all have our individual dislikes and we all have a choice. We can pick up our fork and knife and deal with it when dished out an awful serving, or we can starve. You'll learn quick that we don't always get the luxury of a buffet but understand that food is food and the good stuff will come if you just pull through the yucky parts. Who knows, maybe you'll appreciate it in the end?
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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