Thanks x Two

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I thought that this post was incredible. Please follow this lovely blogger everyone.

Storyshucker

On a recent evening commute, a woman boarded the bus and rushed towards me. Rather than sit, she seemed to fall into the empty seat beside mine, a mound of heavy coat, thick scarf, and several bags. She wedged a bag between her feet and dug through her purse producing a pen and ragged notepad. Flipping frantically through its frayed pages, she peered at me over glasses perched on the tip of her nose.

“I have to make a list of things I’m thankful for.” she said with irritation.

I didn’t ask why, but glanced at her notepad. She was grateful for some important things, with “health” and “job” written so far on her list. She saw me looking.

“I need ideas. What are you thankful for?” She sounded aggravated.

I thought back to when my daughter was small. I told the woman how my daughter’s eyes lit up when we…

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The Internal Prison of Southern Charm

 

The Internal Prison of Southern Charm

I walked up to her and took note of her hurriedly tied back hair and swollen eyes and asked her how she was doing today. She looked up at me, took a quick breath, put on her best smile and said, “I’m doing fine; How are you?”

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I recently saw this challenge on A Harsh Reality’s blog post and I thought it was interesting. The challenge was this: Write a story in two sentences.

Well, challenge accepted.

Walls

I have felt the pressure to be creative lately and I must admit, so far, no diamonds have come out of the rough.

Have you ever been in that place in life where you are so tired all the time that your brain just doesn’t want to work, and yet you still have that uncontrollable itch to produce? It is a wearisome place to be, let me tell you. To make matters worse all of the elements are right for the cultivation of creativity too. It’s the weekend, the weather is absolutely beautiful, my favorite music is playing, and I am finally free from homework for a while. Great Scott! What is wrong with me?!

Perhaps I need to take a course in how to just rest. Why is resting and doing what you love so much work sometimes?

I’ll get back to you if I find the answers to any of this.

I hope you all have a wonderful, rest filled weekend.

 

Collection of Life Poems

They Think Her Name is Silence
Blurred lines
No definition.
An empty soul
With no clear vision.
The world looks on and sees a “sweet girl,” and they think her name is
Silence.

Dreams
I dream of days
Where we ride paths
That never end
And eat ice cream
On stairs marked
By memories of childhood.

Escape
Freedom!
Wind in my hair;
Windows down, music up!
That beat, thrum, Thrum, THRUM,
Matching the rhythm of my heart.
I want to go far and never come back.

Empty Spaces
Mornings filled with silence.
Coffee sipped alone.
I didn’t realize I’d miss the spaces you filled.
Perhaps I did not realize they were empty before you.
Perhaps…
Was it you specifically?
Do I miss your voice because I loved you,
or is it because I miss having someone there when everyone else is asleep?
I don’t trust these feelings.
Emotions lie to you when you are lonely.
This isn’t fair… To you or to me.
This isn’t fair.

 

 

I took these off of my site for a while and now I am re-posting them as a collection. All poems are by me.

 

 

 

Addicted to self-destruction

I hate social media.

I hate my need to live vicariously through it.

I hate that it opens doors to show other people the best of who we are and what we do and almost always covers up everything else.

I hate that I have become a person who relies on it to remind me of birthdays and important events for people I claim that I care so much about.

I hate all the politics, spam, and makeup party invites that make you want to unfriend good people.

I hate comparing myself to pictures taken at the right angles and looking at group photos when I’m sitting in my room all alone.

I hate that numbers equal worth and that people get offended if your relationships aren’t “facebook official.”

I hate all the false expectations social media adds to. Pictures of couples that seem perfect for each other in every way, beautiful weddings, cute babies, families that seem to always be happy, and the most adorable pets and best parts of homes.

Does everyone really have it all together but me?

I hate how addicted I am to self-destruction.

The screen becomes my mirror and I don’t like what I see.

This is what social media does to me.

And what do I do but wear the same masks as everyone else…

Time away 

There are some days where the world is just crushing my shoulders with its weight. Where the sadness is undeniable and unsuppressable. Where life just needs a quick escape route.

I find that on days like these a little time spent in a place you love with a good cup of coffee and a moment of prayer can really give you the small push you need to avoid just giving up and leaving it all behind.

“I’m tired, I’m worn, my heart is heavy… From the work it takes to keep on breathing… But I know that You will give me rest, when I cry out with all that I have left..”

(Pictures and writing by me – song by Tenth Avenue North) 

The last of my Fall

   
    
 
Yesterday was my birthday, and as such, we stole away to the mountains for one last Autumn hurrah. 

The journey there was beautiful. We passed hills upon hills littered with richly colored trees and nestled under blankets of green grass. 

I loved it. 

However, our time in the mountains was not meant to be. 

As soon as we entered the world I love so much the car decided it was done with all the driving and gave up.

We were left huddled together on the second overlook heading south waiting for our rescue but dreading having to leave. 

Even so, yesterday was a wonderful birthday. At the very least, I got to peak at the mountains before they lost all their colorful accessories. 

I am content. 🙂