“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

Posts tagged ‘fear’

Meant To Be

standing with your feet a foot

away from the door

fist held high and poised behind

waiting to touch

but gaining entrance means you have

to tell who you are

but how could you do such a thing

when you don’t know yourself?

and how do you explain away

the blood on your hands?

and the knife you hid inside your coat

you’ve forgotten about?

~

her fingers intertwined she’s looking

down the road again

she lives to please and satisfy

the world she’s been given

but when alone she fears the dark

and those hiding in it

and kneeling down beside the mess

cries, “Father, forgive me.”

but how could she explain it all away

when she’s been caught red-handed?

and judged by every watching eye

would there be any point in it?

~

still you need a place to rest

unseen by the masses

one loud knock to break the silence

and enter another

she opens up her home to you

and you hide under the baskets

and one heart tells the other one

“I understand why.”

there’s no need to explain away

the guilt in your being

and the envy of a fuller life

when it was meant to be

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Well-Wishers

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

A soul can sing

When it’s been freed

And sit above

To watch the march

Of the black dressed women

And the deathbed bearers

And the well-wishers

Sorry for your loss

The well-wishers

Sorry for your loss

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

With good things said

Of him that fell

A flower’s dropped

On bended knee

But the dark red rose

Cannot bring back life

For a world as lonely

As could be

A world as lonely

As could be

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the fear

That creeps up behind

And cuts off the air

Here for believing

In places beyond

Not for the whistle

And blood of a sword

~

I’m here for the music

And not for the cry

That wrenches hope

From which is lies

Here for believing

Before the sight

Not for the voices

Of a haunted night

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

The Things I Cannot Stand In Life

Pulpy orange juice. It is the worst sensation one could possibly imagine going down their throat. Little stringy things that pop in my mouth and cause me to gag are not my idea of a cool, refreshing drink to start off the day.

Drains. They are the dark places my mind goes when I fall asleep.  Especially hairy drains. I know, you can’t really help whether or not your hair falls out in the shower, but you could at least have the decency to clean up once you’re done. I’m speaking to myself here.

Feet. I shudder even now as I write the word. You see, having five brothers can scar you. One brother, in particular, I’ve no doubt has been mistaken for a sasquatch on many occasions. I’ve yet to find a pair of f…f…those things you walk with…that could outweigh his.

Shaking hands. You can never know for sure where they have been. And being a person with an imagination, certain locations come to mind easily enough. No offense, but when I shake your hand, I will wipe my hands on my pants. It’s a habit.

Dysfunctional silverware. You know what I’m talking about. The forks that refuse to fit right in your hand, the spoons that hurt your jaw just to get them in, the knives that are clumsy and dull…I could go on and on.

People adding  to my creations. I’ll have this masterpiece (at least in my mind) and as I sit back to enjoy it, some intruding know-it-all will come and put their little scribbles and words in. In my mind, it completely ruins the integrity of everything.

Socks. They touch feet.

The crunch of bell peppers and onions. It’s plastic-y, rubbery, chewy, squishy, and it hurts my ears.

Unbrushed teeth. More importantly, my unbrushed teeth. I hate the taste in the base of my throat, the bumpiness of food on my teeth. Most days, I brush my teeth more than four times. Yes, I have issues.

Crutch words. Words such as “um” and “like” and “cool”. And every time I hear myself say these words, I want to go and hide in a corner. Most people don’t even notice when they’ve been saying these things their whole lives, but I do. Oh, I do.

Tomatoes and papaya. Tomatoes have that overly sweet scent and flavor that seeps into all the food on your plate and tosses its nasty aroma around the kitchen. And papayas…don’t even get me started. First of all, how can people eat it? The smell alone could knock a man out cold, but the taste..! You recall the feeling in your mouth you get when you’re sick and you’ve been vomiting in the bathroom for half an hour? You do? Well, the taste of papaya is dangerously close to that feeling.

Long grass (and the act of walking through it). Wet or dry, scratchy or slimy, I absolutely abhor it. Even worse, being barefoot and walking through it. Anything, and I mean anything, can hide inside unmowed grass. I imagine creatures slithering and scuttling across my feet and wrapping around my legs. Seaweed also gives me the chills.

Among these things I can’t stand are: those dresses that look like mermaid tails, an unwashed face, the smell of black tea, sticky skin, flies, cockroaches, mosquitoes, cars, horribly uncomfortable bicycle seats, and crawl spaces.

Think I complain a lot? Check out my other post https://singinthebreeze.wordpress.com/2011/02/08/phobias/

 

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Suicidal

Are you certain all is well

Standing in the path of a train?

The truth: I didn’t know

It was you the first moment I came

Years can do a lot

And people are gonna be changed

And fate doesn’t stop

No matter the reason you beg

I left you in peril

Captive of your cowardly mind

If running is all you’ve got

Then be glad I got here in time

To save the disillusioned

Trying to take his own life

But in the end what exactly

Was the freedom you were hoping to find?

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Pulse

Can you feel

All the words just like the rain?

When they land they aren’t the same

There they end up in a puddle

You’d waste your time to separate

And the people

In this crowd they won’t confess

To being scared or something less

Than perfectly happy

Moving just like all the rest

Or do I speak for myself

When I say I’m suffocating?

Enough is enough

Right now I’m relocating

Where is the breathable air

In this space I’m occupying?

Enough is enough

Right now I’m relocating

Can you feel

The music pulsing through your veins?

Any louder you will faint

How much longer will you suffer?

You’re staying still with all your strength

And the people

With their elbows in your sides

Painful memories in their minds

Want to lose themselves in dancing

And other things you do at night

Or do I speak for myself

When I say I’m suffocating?

Enough is enough

Right now I’m relocating

Where is the breathable air

In this space I’m occupying?

Enough is enough

Right now I’m relocating

Everyone wants to say goodbye

But they don’t know how and they don’t know why

You can only stand them for so long

And then the hours lose their fun

Everyone wants to say goodbye

But they don’t know how and they don’t know why

You can only stand them for so long

And then the hours lose their fun

Or do I speak for myself

When I say I’m suffocating?

Enough is enough

Right now I’m relocating

Where is the breathable air

In this space I’m occupying?

Enough is enough

Right now I’m relocating

Do I speak for myself

When I say I’m suffocating?

Enough is enough

Right now I’m relocating

Where is the breathable air

In this space I’m occupying?

Enough is enough

Right now I’m relocating

 

 

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Phobias

Just for the heck of it, here is a list of all the things I am afraid of (that I can think of right now):

-Sock monkeys

-Heights (Acrophobia)

-Groups of people (Agoraphobia)

-Things touching my feet underwater

-Feet in general (Podophobia)

-Little, tiny places (Claustrophobia)

-Things touching my face

-Hugs! (Aphenphosmphobia)

-The dark, because of the large imagination I have (Achluophobia)

-Fire (Arsonphobia)

-Streets, and the act of crossing them (Agyrophobia)

-Androphobia (you can look that up)

-Imperfection (Atelophobia)

-Steep staircases (Bathmophobia)

-Dentists (Dentophobia)

-Speaking in public (Glossophobia)

-Blood (Hemophobia)

-Doctors (Iatrophobia)

-Dead things (Necrophobia)

-Belly buttons (Omphalophobia)

-Being stared at (Ophthalmophobia)

-Bees (Melissophobia)

-Cigarettes (Kapnophobia)

-Fireworks (Kovtapyroergasoiphobia)

-Sea foam

-Eating in front of people (that could also be considered Agoraphobia)

-Stalkers (Scelerophobia?)

-Antique dolls (Pediophobia)

-That extra skin on your elbow that’s all dry and nasty…

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