There is a quiet out here that is unerving
Leaving you alone with your thoughts
Can you imagine a scarier place to be?
Perhaps
Even the wind is afraid to speak
Yet
In the silence their is also a beautiful calm
One that slows your breath
and softens your gaze
I think the colors are brighter out here
Maybe without the noise
I can finally see clearly
through the chaos
and into the beauty that lies within
They are in my house waiting for me.
I slowly turn the dead bolt lock and push the door open. Holding my breath in hopes that it will somehow keep the door from squeaking. My eyes slowly criss cross the room looking for any sudden movement.
They hide in different corners of my house every day.
I slowly make my way to the kitchen and jump at the kitchen sink as though an army might come out of the pipes to attack my darkened soul.
Nothing.
I try not to let my foolish excitement overrun me. They are still here. They must be.
I slowly make my way down the hallway. Careful not to make a sound. As I turn the corner, there they are.
Just waiting for me.
Laughing at my utter inability to stop them.
I throw everything I have got at them. To no avail.
And just like that they are gone.
Back into hiding.
Just waiting for my next move.
~my ode to fruit flies~
From time to time I like to write a little poetry. Here is one of my favorites from this year.
Goodness, hospitality, humanity
What is kindness?
Does it even exist anymore?
I think
I saw some kindness
once
but, I can’t be sure.
What does it look like?
Is it religion?
Is it faith?
Maybe it is much
simpler
than that.
If you looked for it
everyday
all day
how much would you
find?
Is it too
late
for me
or
you
Maybe if we can
find some
hope
it will
lead us
to
kindness.
Will you recognize it?
First, I am making my way to all of the blogs that requested a visit. This is taking some time as I want to fully investigate your blog. Hopefully soon I will have visited you all!
I like to collect thought provoking quotes, sayings, poems, and thoughts. This has always been my favorite. It was said by mother Teresa.
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People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends, and some genuine enemies. Succeed Anyways.
If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyways.
What you spend years creating others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.
Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.
In the final analysis it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.
~Mother Teresa
May peace find you this holiday season.
No matter how hard
I try
There is no air left
I have looked everywhere
yet
it is gone.
I am
drowning
slowly
one day at a time
But in the south
the air is reserved
for the white
the religious
the straight
there is no air left
for me
When you ask
“Can I please have some air”
you should
see the stares
“Who is that crazy?”
“She has air, and is just being dramatic”
“You don’t deserve air”
But….
I do not want you air
I
simply
want
to
breath
over
here
all
by myself
please
don’t
just
sit
there
and point
while
I slowly
drown
Oh
I’m sorry
I mistook you
for
someone
that cared
A poem written by my sister for her husband right before they got married:
The many acts of our two lives
Intertwined to a sensational simplification:
-All shall be well-
This is the comedy in our head at least,
While together we stride on
Trying not to be a damned soul, or a damned fool.
A duel to the death! An optimist’s revolt!
Ah yes, we have mastered the incalculable pleasure of perpetual crisis
And our harmony is too absurd not the be enjoyed;
This is love.
So we rise
To the contemplation of truth and flamboyant revelations
Giving treats to children along the way.
-Let nothing upset you, let nothing startle you, all things pass-
And if we went wrong?
“Fuck it, I guess we lost.”
Last week I asked for a few non traditionally funny topics, I received so many great ideas I thought I would throw a few together into a song.
To the tune of the theme song of fresh prince of bel air. You can play the song so you can sing alone with my new and improved words 🙂
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right
there
I’ll tell you how I became the Queen of
a blog called NC.
In good ol’ United States born and raised
In the school books is where I spent most
of my days
Chillin out, maxin, relaxing all cool,
And all telling my sister just what she
should do
When a couple of kids, they were up to
no good
Started taking sharpies to my blue room’s walls.
I sat one kid’s head and my mom got
pissed
And said “You’re sitting
here and watching this new purple paint dry”
I Begged and pleaded with her hour after hour
But she sat me down and made me sit and watch that paint.
Damn I thought I would rather clean up poop
baby poop
I put my head down low and thought I
might as well kick it
I fell fast asleep and woke about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the room “Yo room
smell ya later”
I looked at my kingdom I was finally
free
To write on my throne as the Queen of NC
Mondays and Tuesdays and gross smelly kittens,
Bright neon colors and warm sweaty summers,
Empty broken promises tied up with strings,
these are a few of my most hated things.
Creamy filled donuts and crisp peach cobblers,
yard work and cleaning and all of the cobblers,
Wild cats the fight with the moon on their fangs,
These are a few of my most hated things.
Girls in Bama dresses with red satin sashes,
Heat waves that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver white hairs that make me look old,
These are a few of my most hated things.
When the job rocks, when the kid sleeps,
When I’m feeling glad,
I simply remember my most hated things,
and then I don’t feel so rad.
Mondays and Tuesdays and gross smelly kittens,
Bright neon colors and warm sweaty summers,
Empty broken promises tied up with strings,
these are a few of my most hated things.
Creamy filled donuts and crisp peach cobblers,
yard work and cleaning and all of the cobblers,
Wild cats the fight with the moon on their fangs,
These are a few of my most hated things.
Girls in Bama dresses with red sating sashes,
Heat waves that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver white hairs that make me look old,
These are a few of my most hated things.
When the job rocks, when the kid sleeps,
When I’m feeling glad,
I simply remember my most hated things,
and then I don’t feel so rad.
*Loosely based off the Julie Andrews sound of music song*
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don’t feel so bad.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in a white dresses with a blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don’t feel so bad.
Sometimes life has you
spinning
just to keep up
always one step
behind
one moment
too late
Even the wind
laughs knowingly at your
addiction to speed
you will never catch up
Don’t look
your eyes
cover them
Don’t listen
your ears
cover them
Don’t breath
Don’t move
Just sit
and
for one
moment
Just Be
One of my favorite poets is Rumi. He is often considered the most popular poet in the U.S. I was going through a tough time and a coworker handed me the book The Essential Rumi, and said I think you need this more than I do. And it all began.
Burnt Kabob
Last year, I admired wines. This,
I’m wandering inside the red world.
Last year, I gazed at the fire.
This year I’m burnt kabob.
Thirst drove me down to the water
where I drank the moon’s reflection.
Now I am a lion staring up totally
lost in love with the thing itself.
Don’t ask questions about longing.
Look into my face.
Soul drunk, body ruined, these two
sit helpless in a wrecked wagon.
Neither knows how to fix it.
And my heart, I’d say it was more
like a donkey sunk in a mudhole,
struggling and miring deeper.
But listen to me: for one moment,
quit being sad. Hear blessings
dropping their blossoms
around you. God.
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