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Embrace the storyteller within
On a cloudy as on a starry night, eyes open wide the mystery, no more a secret, of the formation of the clouds intrigues me as much as the far, far bright specks of light in the sky Night so calm, breeze so warm, the almost distinct sound of homebodies nestling in their couch, a distant sound TV voices in the background from afar, clinking glasses, wooden chairs from closing bars Some dog walkers rush, some just stroll and I’m in the middle of both palm trees’ fronds, like feathers float reaching the moon that shines bright gently touching my face with its light My silhouette fades away the closer…
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The Solitary Bench
In the distance, I spotted one and it gave me a feeling of longing. A lonely wooden bench. I sat there after a long walk — to rest, to watch the hours go by, to feel the wind ruffle my hair, to watch the children play with the water and the cats roaming around. I listened to the waves in front of me as I watched the sunset and the faces of all the people who, just like me, were there watching with delight as the sun painted the clouds in different hues. It’s special to be surrounded by people who also need to feel the power of the sun.…
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Hope: Triumph in Defeat
Today’s blog is not a poem or a story. It’s not a complaint nor is it a book promo; it’s just…some words of hope. With all that is always going on in the world and all the negativity and darkness that circulate on social networks minute by minute, it’s always nice to see a glimpse of light. It’s also nice, for good mental health’s sake, to know when to step away from the interwebs! I know people who feel some type of way about motivational speeches and the blah blah blah… Believe me, I’m too much of a realist (and a bit of a cynic if you will) to buy…
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The Art of Being Ignored
Faceless. Like time itself, endless. Walking away from trouble until again it finds me. Words evaporate in the air, talking is pointless. To be ignored once deserves no merit. To be ignored twice is a warning sign. Be ignored seven times and it’s time to retract, back up, analyze. Just what are you doing standing by? Denial is a defense mechanism, but you can’t nurture it your whole life. I would know better, but I get no help from my fight-or-flight. At some point in the darkness of life you must acknowledge the facts, your unwelcomeness was clear you just never woke up. And yet you’re still here but now…
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Road Rage Saved the Day
It was a four-way intersection. He honked at her as she sped up to turn right. In an unexpected move, he turned left and was then driving behind her. That’s when she rolled down her window, stuck out her hand and gave him the finger. She watched his face in her rear view mirror hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him, but his face was as serious as The Queen’s Guard’s. “Idiot,” she murmured. After a couple of turns, his car was no longer in sight. But five minutes later, they both pulled up into the same parking lot of a convenience store. “Oh for crying out…
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If I Had More Alone Time
If I had more alone time, I’d have more time to create more terrible doodles, to write more stories, more poetry, such as this short story; the story of how I’m unable to tell more stories. So, you see, solitude isn’t all that bad — and learning how to prioritize doesn’t hurt either.
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If Your World is Gray Today…
Remember: “It’s always too soon to quit.” A little hope? Have a good day!
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Feel the Pain
Put away the meds; I want to feel the pain, may her wish not be in vain. I want to know just how much life is willing to hurt me. Put away the meds.
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Lethargy
It’s been a tough winter, friends. Hanging in there.
