It was either the scissors or the bottle of bleach.
I chose the scissors and it turned into a form of liberation. An emancipation day significant freedom.
It was more than letting the hair go but a shedding of the shackled weight, which was slowly suffocating.
My nostrils of life are slowly allowing in oxygen. Thumbelina is pushing through.
Our immediate decisions in life determines what path we will take or how far we will veer from it.
Randall Cunningham, Lay It Down
Life was a hunger meant to be sated. Life was meant to be swallowed, not sipped.
A Voice in the Wind, Francine Rivers
Life
“Life is like a chess game. We make our moves and sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. But play we must.”
Nicola Italia, The Tea Plantation
Do not promise me promises that you promise you would make
because we both know your history with promises.
Do not promise me forever when your tomorrows are
limited to now and next month or perhaps the next two months.
Practise how to keep vows, look in the mirror and repeat the words over,
over and over again.
Until you can understand the value of a promise, please stop taking
promises so lightly because they are serious words.
Mo- ments drawn out of past calamities to painful to forget but easy to remember the caution of not repeating.
Stretched out imagination pinning for an influence to drunk out to respond.
Tortured thoughts of flash scenes not the thing of the pleasant flash mobs.
“How did I get myself here? ”
“Why did I allow it to happen?”
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An array of thoughts
Babbling through my ever so
Cautious mind. Should I
Delve into your world of
Erupting crazy
Fissure red-hot emissions or slide through to the
Glaciers on the other side of
Halt to the three four?
Inquiry mind of mine
Just needs to
Know am I as appreciated as your
Lust, love:
Makes it seem.
Nodding your head in the heat
Of passion does not
Provide a justified answer.
Questions I do have the
Right to ask for my heart
Sake.
To keep me safe and for the sanity of my thoughts
Urging me to dissect the
Very deep core of your
Wavering attitude. I will
X-ray every emotion, every
Yearning my heart, my body gives before I get to that
Zone of comfort.
When cinders from all the dust
soils your clothes, food and mood
do what you must
to stay level-headed cool.
Smile inside even if it does not
crack to your mouth.
Do not allow that crippling rot,
filling your heart with a drouth
decaying all chances of future joy.
Hold on to the hope of the Cinderella blessing,
where the glass slipper melts away all stressing.
The silver lining is around the corner
so pick up your persistent armour.
A poem encouraging all (myself included) to hold on to faith that circumstances will change for the better. My contribution for Jackie’s Thinking Corner encouraging all to inspire positive thinking.
ÁWá photograph via Wikimedia.org
So much to write about but nothing to say, well it is plenty in sight.
However,My heart is choke with emotions to heartbreaking to poke through. The veins of story flowing to heart felt pulse sowing into arteries for disposal of much needed relief. My mind screams the dreams that never open like a flower on the off set of spring.
A post for My Thinking Corner, a motivating spread of inspiration at Jackie’s corner.
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