7 posts tagged “life”
Show us a childhood hero.
Subitted by Eric's Page.
Which person from your past, who you've lost touch with, do you wonder about the most?
Submitted by ancora impara.my brother, scott.
into the shadow
the shadow didn't know
the persona was up to it again
making plans all around
doing as she should
super-ego trophies
working well into the night until the very last cell of her very last nerve
snapped
leaving her ineffective.
so floating she gazed foggily through the next few days
not knowing what she did
or knowing why she was where she was when she didn't even want to be there but still didn't know exactly where she wanted to be either.
so she slept.
and slept some more until the quiet pervaded her numbed senses
reawakening something reminiscent of a feeling and she knew that this was not the thing that made her happy.
this thing the persona was doing.
that it did.
always trying to please mother
but mother didn't even notice this time
the extra little things she did so mannerly
straight from the book.
so with the spark of feeling she plants a seed of light which grows and becomes stronger and allows her to speak up for herself and treat herself right.
first making sense of past priors
then bringing current needs to light.
she doesn't give in.
she doesn't falter.
she holds her ground and persona-land appears to accept it
then it doesn't.
how very predictable.
so she goes home and listens to a song
100 years by five for fighting and is reminded that time is precious and wonders if she could do anything she could do what would it be?
and she thinks of things so veiled, so clouded she is tempted to push them aside
fearing persona and all it's mistresses
counts and knights
but then
she wonders
if it's always been there maybe she should turn around and face her shadow
walk straight into it and for once
be herself.
she takes the first steps tonight.
it's rather exciting but a bit scary too.
but its what she wants to do and at least she is following a long-time companion and not an adjective learned primarily from her mother and the other unhappies of the world.
should could and must are not her friends.
now turn around and begin to walk the other direction.
this should be interesting.
the shadow didn't know
the persona was up to it again
making plans all around
doing as she should
super-ego trophies
working well into the night until the very last cell of her very last nerve
snapped
leaving her ineffective.
so floating she gazed foggily through the next few days
not knowing what she did
or knowing why she was where she was when she didn't even want to be there but still didn't know exactly where she wanted to be either.
so she slept.
and slept some more until the quiet pervaded her numbed senses
reawakening something reminiscent of a feeling and she knew that this was not the thing that made her happy.
this thing the persona was doing.
that it did.
always trying to please mother
but mother didn't even notice this time
the extra little things she did so mannerly
straight from the book.
so with the spark of feeling she plants a seed of light which grows and becomes stronger and allows her to speak up for herself and treat herself right.
first making sense of past priors
then bringing current needs to light.
she doesn't give in.
she doesn't falter.
she holds her ground and persona-land appears to accept it
then it doesn't.
how very predictable.
so she goes home and listens to a song
100 years by five for fighting and is reminded that time is precious and wonders if she could do anything she could do what would it be?
and she thinks of things so veiled, so clouded she is tempted to push them aside
fearing persona and all it's mistresses
counts and knights
but then
she wonders
if it's always been there maybe she should turn around and face her shadow
walk straight into it and for once
be herself.
she takes the first steps tonight.
it's rather exciting but a bit scary too.
but its what she wants to do and at least she is following a long-time companion and not an adjective learned primarily from her mother and the other unhappies of the world.
should could and must are not her friends.
now turn around and begin to walk the other direction.
this should be interesting.
What are some things that are worth (and not worth) spending money on?
Submitted by pinejar.
for yourself ...and others ~ anything that fits within this triangle is probably worth it.
Finish this sentence: "I am glad to say that I have never ___."
Submitted by chl*.
said never.
at 9
i had few friends
maybe one or two
'twas shy
but good in school
felt afraid of you
your scorn
your voice
your look
when something that i did
`twas not what you desired
or thought right for a kid
you never saw me real
but only as a doll
dress up, show off
reflect yourself
i was your mirrored ball.
my favorite times would come
when i could just be free
at meme's making potions
or grandma's christmas tree
i loved to go into the space
that i called my book club
for there i could be me unmasked
and still be safe and loved.
i'd travel worlds and see new things
my books they were my gate
childhood ended way too soon
adulthood started late.
at 42
i have few friends
that i call genuine
i'm quite choosy now you see
about who i let in.
i've shed the need
to please and am quite
pleased with the result
given up my lifelong job
of keeping harmony
didn't realize how much stress
it put on the real me
so now i am just who i am
a pretty liberal soul
who likes to travel, learn things new
finds beauty in the old
adventure's my new lover
but not in books as facts
exploring, learning, scaling cliffs
living life as me par max
i still enjoy every night
the life inside my books
recognizing places that i've been
situations that ring true
stories akin to memories
still others waiting new
the difference after all these years
(and it may seem small to you)
the person reading now is real
and the stories lived are true.
i had few friends
maybe one or two
'twas shy
but good in school
felt afraid of you
your scorn
your voice
your look
when something that i did
`twas not what you desired
or thought right for a kid
you never saw me real
but only as a doll
dress up, show off
reflect yourself
i was your mirrored ball.
my favorite times would come
when i could just be free
at meme's making potions
or grandma's christmas tree
i loved to go into the space
that i called my book club
for there i could be me unmasked
and still be safe and loved.
i'd travel worlds and see new things
my books they were my gate
childhood ended way too soon
adulthood started late.
at 42
i have few friends
that i call genuine
i'm quite choosy now you see
about who i let in.
i've shed the need
to please and am quite
pleased with the result
given up my lifelong job
of keeping harmony
didn't realize how much stress
it put on the real me
so now i am just who i am
a pretty liberal soul
who likes to travel, learn things new
finds beauty in the old
adventure's my new lover
but not in books as facts
exploring, learning, scaling cliffs
living life as me par max
i still enjoy every night
the life inside my books
recognizing places that i've been
situations that ring true
stories akin to memories
still others waiting new
the difference after all these years
(and it may seem small to you)
the person reading now is real
and the stories lived are true.
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