The Silk Of Shadows

Folded gently, a place to hide…

Or is it a place to throw anger… Hidden from view, dark and inviting… Calling you in, only to throw you away when you fall.

Who watches you when the shadows make you fade away?

 

Your Attention Please…

They don’t deserve it, yet they always have it.

How can we give these people our focus and attention after such horrid things they do?

The copycats are coming; just you wait and see.

How many more will end up dead because of all the attention killers get for the things they do.

Save us please, turn off cameras.

We want a future for our children, don’t we?

In The Dark

I thought I knew you better, and I thought I could learn enough but instead you turned the lights off and left me in the dark.

How was I supposed to know that you just wanted me to walk away and forget about what we had together, you said nothing to me that I could understand.

I watched and waited and everything just grew dark and uncomfortable, the silence between us thick as fog, and getting thicker by the minute.

Who Listens to Chaos

Who listens to chaos when the storms come? Who waits to make sense of voices that are unclear? Why do we expect sense to come from the white noise that we subconsciously surround ourselves with when we are afraid of being alone.

The storm and fury of talk and talk, and shouting, and all saying nothing when we should be trying to reach out to one another and make peace and be friends and share the experiences we all have of being delicately human.

Who listens to chaos when they are searching for compassion and a friendly word… No one now because ignorance should not be bliss. We are put on Earth as the family of Man, yet we treat each other as no better than savage animals lost in our personal hells of isolation and lonelyness.

Reach out and listen and ask for help and you can start to make sense of the chaos of the world around you… Reach out and be free, and help others to be free.

Start With Why

Never stop questioning the world around you or the actions of the people around you….

Let the first word of your mouth be why.

Why have I made these choices, why are people making the choices they make, why have these consequences happened as a result…

Why do i love one group of people, hate others, and barely acknowledge a third group…

Why, why why?

Why is a sunrise or a sunset such a beautiful thing, why does the sound of flowing water, feel like music to my ears, and why are clouds in the sky like a beautiful painting…

Why do I hate being alone, and most of all why do I expect someone that reads this to feel the same way about the words I have written?

It’s A Morning

I’m not about to tell you that this is a good morning. It just is and I am now awake.

I’m not going to tell you to have a nice day, because I hate lying.

I’m not going to tell you to be happy, or to smile because I hate people trying to cheer me up when I’m not ready to get over something that has made me sad or angry.

Just listen to me when I say that I need time to feel how I feel, or when I say I want to be angry. Emotions are individuals just like people are.

And then the rest of real life hits…

Pushy people on sidewalk paths, sugary sweet and ignorant of personal space.

‘Listen lady, I don’t want sympathy, or a smile cause I’m not ready to let go of how I feal, just keep moving and let me be.’

A little bit further on a child points up at me…

‘Mommy, why is that lady crying?’

Damn it kid, just leave me alone and ignore me the way the rest of the world does, ok?

Things That Make You Go Mad

Things that make you go mad…

Angry people that can’t admit their mistakes

And then… And then the guilt trip that comes along with trying to gently get them to see the mistakes that they made…

So angry, and then what do you have to show for it all?

Not a damned thing except being sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Stacks of empty pill bottles lined up on the desk, and again you wonder where all that time went and you have nothing… N0thing left… Nothing but cold empty feelings, black spaces where feelings used to be…

Left wondering about what could have been, and wondering why…  Why looking outside makes the rest of the world such a scary place.

Outside… A big scary world, and everything seems bigger when you get closer to it, like a child lost in a forest…

Things… Madness and anger and being lost…

In the Beginning…

In the begining there were words, and in the words there were many ideas waiting to be given form, and in those forms… Well now you have this blog to read. Can’t promise that there will be posts made on a consistient basis, but there will always be something of interest for readers to enjoy.