Explosive

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As I stare blankly at my decorated wall,
It turned white; it is now a white wall.
I smiled gingerly to myself, White Hall reminds me of you.
I am finding you in structures.
This is CRAZY!!!
When I am online with you and ask certain questions my heart beats in the rhythm of a drum.
Drumming faster than a cheetah runs.

But I am scared as shit because I do not want my heart to break again.
I do not want to hear the sound of my heart crumpling as I struggle to paste out heartbeats that consume me that I wanted to live no more.
I do not want to cry, why should I, expressing emotions that make me vulnerable.
I will let it choke me inside and when it becomes unbearable, I will find me a quiet place.
There and only there will I unleash the Katrina that is inside
Let it rain on my parade, it will be okay because there will be no one cheering or booing me.
It is my parade; it is only for me, not onlookers.
There will be no one to see the way that my soul bleeds, that no bandage can hold its content.
No plaster can heal the wound that keeps oozing,
Believe me, it was not-self scarifications but the art is visible.
Not to the naked eye but to the looker who closely scrutinized the art or the being with the eye of an eagle and the outreach of the hawk.

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“All have been, or at least all have believed themselves to be, in danger from the pursuit of someone whom they wished to avoid; and all have been anxious for the attentions of someone whom they wished to please.”  Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

 

You read the above quote and you moaned, laughed or grinned. Be honest. I remember reading an inspirational note on Facebook a long time ago [yes Facebook]. I will try to summarize it as close to the original post as possible.

It said: “Lying to someone is wrong and sad but lying to yourself is an absolute tragedy.”

Therefore, I aim to speak the truth and nothing but the truth in this matter of the heart.

Jane Austen scribbled the above quote in the 18^th century but it is applicable for all humans in the 21^st century and it will stay true in the 30^th century. One moment we are running away in fright from  someone who dote on us. You may murmur in frustration:

“Will you please stop calling and texting me?”

“What is wrong with him/her, what part of leave me alone will he/she not understands?”

Stop the Bullshit

 

They say silence is gold but I will take the plastic.
Just say something to me.
I need for you to go first and I will go second and make it right.

It is tiring going around in circles.
I have done it before and I do not want to do it again.
I write most of what I think.
Boldness is not part of my vocabulary.

This is insanity.
I do not need to add more drama to my 90210 life.
All I want is to breath in peace but every time I get the lead in life’s lame play.

The Quarrelsome Family

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Quiet is invalid in this house.
Unity is uncommon in this household.
Audacity is a subject of great importance,
Row-row an aka in my language.
Reality is defiant in this domain.
Exaggeration is always a must.
Love! Oh my! Is this present?
Sincerity! What! I’m not hearing you.
Omission now that is great.
Mercy I doubt that,
Everlasting peace, now that is ironic.