Crashing into the ground with no force
No marks left to see
Silence speaks words
If you choose to listen
The answers lie there waiting
Visible if you open your eyes
Sounds create symphonies most ignore
Offering peace to those who listen
Overlooked by rushing life
Forced aside and forgotten
Feel everything, the good the bad
See the truth and speaks those words clearly
Hear the secrets floating around you
The beauty in the unknown
The beauty in you
Here and now
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Single Word Meme
I've been tagged by Micheal at http://riveramichael.blogspot.com. I haven't done one of these in ages... so why not? If you would like to do one to cut and paste into your blog. Good luck!
Here's a little about me...
1. Where is your cell phone? Desk
2. Where is your significant other? None
3. Your hair color? Blond
4. Your mother? Amazing
5. Your father? Strong
6. Your favorite thing? Music
7. Your dream last night? Didn't
8. Your dream/goal? Motherhood
9. The room you’re in? Bedroom
11. Your fear? Spiders
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Unsure
13. Where were you last night? Pub
14. What you’re not? Normal ;P
15. One of your wish-list items? 64 Mustang
16. Where you grew up? Canada
17. The last thing you did? Taught
18. What are you wearing? Clothes
19. Your TV? OFF
20. Your pet? Cats
21. Your computer? Mac
22. Your mood? Bittersweet
23. Missing someone? Sometimes
24. Your car? Accord-coupe
25. Something you’re not wearing? Socks
26. Favorite store? Don't-know
27. Your summer? Fun
28. Love someone? Always
29. Your favorite color? Purple
30. When is the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Last week
Here's a little about me...
1. Where is your cell phone? Desk
2. Where is your significant other? None
3. Your hair color? Blond
4. Your mother? Amazing
5. Your father? Strong
6. Your favorite thing? Music
7. Your dream last night? Didn't
8. Your dream/goal? Motherhood
9. The room you’re in? Bedroom
11. Your fear? Spiders
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Unsure
13. Where were you last night? Pub
14. What you’re not? Normal ;P
15. One of your wish-list items? 64 Mustang
16. Where you grew up? Canada
17. The last thing you did? Taught
18. What are you wearing? Clothes
19. Your TV? OFF
20. Your pet? Cats
21. Your computer? Mac
22. Your mood? Bittersweet
23. Missing someone? Sometimes
24. Your car? Accord-coupe
25. Something you’re not wearing? Socks
26. Favorite store? Don't-know
27. Your summer? Fun
28. Love someone? Always
29. Your favorite color? Purple
30. When is the last time you laughed? Today
31. Last time you cried? Last week
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Mystified
What’s going on here?
I am not sure where am I
What are you doing, where are you going?
Clarity doesn’t come my way
The silence is peaceful, but it gives no answers
Fresh air takes my thoughts away for a moment
But they always come back
I am waiting for something
How long will it take?
Living a dream in my head
Can’t tell what’s real
What’s in front of me?
Life isn’t black and white
There’s too many shades of gray that take hold of you
Like an anchor you’re always tugging against
I don’t have the answers
Which way to turn
The urge to take the wheel
Instead I give it to you
I will let this be
Listening to the endless thoughts in my head
But taking no action for now
Time has brought me back to you
Reasons unclear
Slowly unwinding fate
I am not sure where am I
What are you doing, where are you going?
Clarity doesn’t come my way
The silence is peaceful, but it gives no answers
Fresh air takes my thoughts away for a moment
But they always come back
I am waiting for something
How long will it take?
Living a dream in my head
Can’t tell what’s real
What’s in front of me?
Life isn’t black and white
There’s too many shades of gray that take hold of you
Like an anchor you’re always tugging against
I don’t have the answers
Which way to turn
The urge to take the wheel
Instead I give it to you
I will let this be
Listening to the endless thoughts in my head
But taking no action for now
Time has brought me back to you
Reasons unclear
Slowly unwinding fate
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Lifes Robot
Here's a short story that I started recently... I haven't decided if I will continue with it.
Sounds of the heater fill the room. The house creaks and cracks adjusting to the warm air. The sounds of cars driving by are muted by thick glass. Curtain pulled back and tied with a bow. It’s better this way. The room is peaceful filled with the smell of sweet fruit. Everything has its’ spot, everything is in its place. This is where she belongs. For now.
A rustling begins. Her eyelids jolt, showing motion? Her feet kick back in response. Now moving from side to side as that peaceful feeling is torn away. Jerking her body in all directions, she sleeps?
Rolling back and forth in a battle, a tug-o-war with her normally fluffy blanket. She yanks on it. Hard. Trying to get comfortable. She’s loosing. Her head barely rests on a lump of something at the head of her bed. A pillow? She pulls again, this time while rolling for added strength and ends up planting her head against the wall. Owe. Peaking through the bottom of her eyelashes. Disoriented. She is blinded by the intrusive beams of light invading her room. It’s time. Tugging on the knotted mess in an attempt to shut out the light she finally surrenders to it and its undeniable power. It has won again. Her mind turns on as thoughts bombard her cocoon.
Opening her eyes there’s nothing but fog. Shut them tight. Lifting one arm after another she grows from a crumpled ball and spreads her branches. Her legs join in as she becomes as long as a tree.
Eyes wide, she examines her room. Lost in her thoughts. What day is it? Chucking one leg over the side of the spring mattress she finally gathers her head. What a mess. Her feet touch the clammy, fuzzy floor sending a shock through her body.
Like a robot, she blends into morning routine. Stripping down. Now soaking wet. Minty foam bubbles. Warm air dries her quickly.
Dressing the part she does up her neatly pressed blouse. Putting on her face, she assumes her role. Munching on tasteless cheerios she’s out the door, tea in hand, a balancing act while locking it all behind her.
Sliding into her place she turns the key and takes off. Red light stop. Green light go. Traffic stop. Radio on, protected in her bubble. Life goes on in her head. A tragedy non stop, learning to live with it again she settles into her seat. Making her way to work. Her morning comes to a halt as her bumper greets the one in front of her…
Good morning.
Sounds of the heater fill the room. The house creaks and cracks adjusting to the warm air. The sounds of cars driving by are muted by thick glass. Curtain pulled back and tied with a bow. It’s better this way. The room is peaceful filled with the smell of sweet fruit. Everything has its’ spot, everything is in its place. This is where she belongs. For now.
A rustling begins. Her eyelids jolt, showing motion? Her feet kick back in response. Now moving from side to side as that peaceful feeling is torn away. Jerking her body in all directions, she sleeps?
Rolling back and forth in a battle, a tug-o-war with her normally fluffy blanket. She yanks on it. Hard. Trying to get comfortable. She’s loosing. Her head barely rests on a lump of something at the head of her bed. A pillow? She pulls again, this time while rolling for added strength and ends up planting her head against the wall. Owe. Peaking through the bottom of her eyelashes. Disoriented. She is blinded by the intrusive beams of light invading her room. It’s time. Tugging on the knotted mess in an attempt to shut out the light she finally surrenders to it and its undeniable power. It has won again. Her mind turns on as thoughts bombard her cocoon.
Opening her eyes there’s nothing but fog. Shut them tight. Lifting one arm after another she grows from a crumpled ball and spreads her branches. Her legs join in as she becomes as long as a tree.
Eyes wide, she examines her room. Lost in her thoughts. What day is it? Chucking one leg over the side of the spring mattress she finally gathers her head. What a mess. Her feet touch the clammy, fuzzy floor sending a shock through her body.
Like a robot, she blends into morning routine. Stripping down. Now soaking wet. Minty foam bubbles. Warm air dries her quickly.
Dressing the part she does up her neatly pressed blouse. Putting on her face, she assumes her role. Munching on tasteless cheerios she’s out the door, tea in hand, a balancing act while locking it all behind her.
Sliding into her place she turns the key and takes off. Red light stop. Green light go. Traffic stop. Radio on, protected in her bubble. Life goes on in her head. A tragedy non stop, learning to live with it again she settles into her seat. Making her way to work. Her morning comes to a halt as her bumper greets the one in front of her…
Good morning.
Destiny I Don't KNOW Your NAME
Destination is set
Goals in order
Seems so simple
Yet life keep getting in the way
Paths right there in front of you
Blind to see
In an instant a sign swerves the path of course
Tearing a new road
To get back to before
Finding yourself along the way
Challenges for the heart
Battles for your soul
Destiny playing tricks with your head
This is real
Goals in order
Seems so simple
Yet life keep getting in the way
Paths right there in front of you
Blind to see
In an instant a sign swerves the path of course
Tearing a new road
To get back to before
Finding yourself along the way
Challenges for the heart
Battles for your soul
Destiny playing tricks with your head
This is real
Quiet Voices
There’s always two
Tugging away
One pulls hard
Giving the other a chance to breath
regain strength
Builds his courage, he pulls again
Harder than before
The other releases and takes a
break
Back and forth
Time and again
This situation seems to always repeat
Heat in two pieces
Needing to be one again
Stepping back and looking at this
repeat
in different shoes
Its odd how it seems to happen
What is the significance?
Where is the significance?
Intuition says wait
Don’t act now
Hold on and live within each moment
Take it as it comes
And take the advice of your head
But always listen to the soft whispers of your heart
Tugging away
One pulls hard
Giving the other a chance to breath
regain strength
Builds his courage, he pulls again
Harder than before
The other releases and takes a
break
Back and forth
Time and again
This situation seems to always repeat
Heat in two pieces
Needing to be one again
Stepping back and looking at this
repeat
in different shoes
Its odd how it seems to happen
What is the significance?
Where is the significance?
Intuition says wait
Don’t act now
Hold on and live within each moment
Take it as it comes
And take the advice of your head
But always listen to the soft whispers of your heart
Times of our lives
Moments of great pain
Times of warmth and happiness
Conflicting actions torture our hearts and souls
But I say just let it be
Your time will come
When you are complete
And ready for the next stage
We must work to get there
And learn our lessons well
Struggles are hard
But there for a reason
Walking before we are
Allowed to soar
Times of warmth and happiness
Conflicting actions torture our hearts and souls
But I say just let it be
Your time will come
When you are complete
And ready for the next stage
We must work to get there
And learn our lessons well
Struggles are hard
But there for a reason
Walking before we are
Allowed to soar
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