Another Distraction

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I question why I count the swirls above my head,

more than my blessings.

Obsessing over the work of an unknown assailant

who has long forgotten the empty space

of an unused room.

Fascinated by the insignificance

of another home,

to a man,

Who once resided in its barrages.

 

Does the man wonder if his work is cherished?

Does he ponder his autonomy?

Perhaps he can hear the ringing in his ears

and hallucinates another tear-stained face.

Does the unsung hero of my imagination,

know my name?

Or is this the price I pay,

for a well-worn clock

that can’t be bothered by another day.

Too Pressed Bed

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The Bed has attained my shape,

and gained her own mortality.

She has earned her own muffled pleas

for my return to reality.

No longer can the Bed sleep

to escape my insanity,

because I weigh her down,

with the rest of humanity.

The Bed turns cold

because its warmth is worn on me.

Her sinews strained,

from my selfish immobility.

Her laments drowned out

by cowardly cheers,

chanting,

“I’ll surely make this my year”.

 

Even the bed tires of my company.

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In honor of motivational Monday, what better way to get the week started then to listen to some of the best motivational speeches from the most inspiring, successful speakers. I have incorporated these into my daily routine for almost two years now and I truly believe it has trained my brain into always pushing myself out of my comfort zone, to always go after what I believe in/ what I want, to never make excuses for my own actions, and to never blame my circumstances for my misfortunes. I think we all need daily reminders to take chances, that it is okay to make mistakes and to always get back up when things have not gone the way you want them to be. It is discouraging to not be where you want to be, but never stay at that state of mind, always keep moving forward and most importantly…

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The Chorus of Life

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Sit still.

Breathe.

Think.

In a hypnosis of a descending form,

mesmerized by the distilled song.

No longer entranced by a bitter source,

allowing Nature to take its course.

Sit.

Breathe.

Think of Life’s jubilation,

and give each Petal its admiration.

Yellow trumpets dance in delight,

mesmerized by the nourished song.

Sit.

Breathe the aroma of Petrichor,

and feel the gods origin,

as you get closer to great riches,

forget your place and the forbidden

for nothing may challenge a Tree during a storm.

Sit still and admonish the Falling Form

hypnotized by a drip-drop song.

No longer encumbered by mortal sin,

giving Nature its violin –

The song plays on …

 

 


Sun Fairies

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Glowing is the secret to life’s re-source,

Gold and brawn at its source.

Dancing fairies deliver delight

and take away my mundane plights.

Always surrounded by a warm embrace,

chasing away life’s constant disgrace.

Confound by her reactive attraction,

rejoicing in her benefaction.

I find life and mutual jubilation.


Writing is Centering, Like Prayer

Yes, growing up in a home that incubates trauma has lasting effects and shows up in the most unexpected ways. Great post to read!

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marciabilykBy Marcia Krause Bilyk

The day after Trump’s inauguration, when Sean Spicer stood at the White House podium and declared the crowd the largest in Inaugural history, instead of scoffing at him, instead of declaring him as nuts as his boss, I was transported to my childhood feelings of rage, fear, and despair.

I grew up with a narcissistic father. Our home was suffused with his grandiosity, his exaggerations, his uninformed opinions. Mother, for reasons I couldn’t understand, didn’t contradict or question him. If I complained to her in private about his bullying, she’d say, “Your father loves you.” It felt crazy. Mother warned us not to speak of what went on at home to our friends. Dad’s rages were a closely guarded secret. There was no predicting what might set him off.

I withheld from Dad what he wanted and expected of me: affirmation, loyalty, devotion. I vowed I’d be…

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