Thursday 27 October 2011

Late Night Creativity-Imperfect Me

Posted by Unknown at Thursday, October 27, 2011 2 comments
 I'm a night owl. Some of the best things I writing, happen late at night. Something about a quiet house, everyone else asleep gets the creative juices flowing.

This is a poem very close to my heart.
It's call Imperfect Me.
If you can relate, I would love to hear you story.

Enjoy!!

IMPERFECT ME

This loneliness eats at my soul
My chest is heavy with sadness
No matter what I do, I can’t shake it
This listlessness saps the energy from my body
Leaving me wanting
What exactly am I wanting????
*Sigh*
Maybe one day I will figure it out
Until then, I want, I need, desperate; I crave that something just out of reach
I hear the ticking of the clock
Seconds, minutes, hours
My defeated shadow moves across the cold room that feels so much like a prison
The telephone, useless, no one’s calling
I have nothing
Nothing but this self-refection
All this pain I need to dig through to see that infamous light on the other side
Inside my still body, the tempest grows
It beats at the shores of my mind, leaving me drenched
The pain floods the weak boundaries
And I am unable to suppress it, unable to contain it
I spills over, battering my body, curled, tears streaming
The sobs assault my senses
Self-reflection, this necessary evil that sweeps every corner of my being
No matter how dark, no matter how isolated
Nothing is inaccessible
Nothing

And finally
In the sparkling rays of the morning sun,
I rise, cleansed, a better me
I step forward, all the self-loathing, doubt and hesitation left behind
In its place, self-love and appreciation, confidence and self-acceptance
This is me, flaws and cracks, parts of all the things that make me unique, special, worth love
This is me, breathing in what peace of mind feels like
And I smile





Help Me!!!!

Posted by Unknown at Thursday, October 27, 2011 1 comments
This is a poem for the not-so-good days.

What am I feeling?
I don’t know
Everything is a jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings
Who do I turn to??
There is this hole
It feels like it’s swallowing me from the inside out like some black hole floating through space, devouring everything in its path
Every day it gets larger and larger
Consuming more and more
Creating all these negative reflections and emotions
How do I deal with this??
Sometimes it’s too much to fight and I wallow in my sadness and feel crushed by the weight of this emptiness
“Help me!!!”
I scream silently but no one knows
No one hears
Does anyone care??
“Help me!!!”


Hope you enjoy!!!
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COMING HOME

Posted by Unknown at Thursday, October 27, 2011 0 comments
This was one of the first short stories I ever wrote.


A lone cherry blossom tree sat comfortably on a green-carpeted, gently sloped hilltop. From the weeping branches, fuchsia pink petals were stolen by the late autumn breeze and drifted with a carefree abandon, all the while perfuming the damp air with an intense red rose fragrance, enticing the image of passionate kisses of a late night romance.
Bees hummed, bobbing itinerants suckling the sweet nectar from tiny flowers peeking through the pasture as ants prepared for the upcoming winter. As sparse clouds lazily danced towards an unknown location, they lightly drizzled drops that sparkle like pear-shaped diamonds in the late afternoon sun, the dewy shades of pinks, reds, purples and oranges of the sky reflecting off  them.
A samurai walked over the hill. His red kimono was flowing gently in the breeze as his long jet-black hair caressed his face as if trying to take away the pain etched on his scarred face. His wary eyes scanned the surrounding environment and his war-ravaged mind  was somewhat soothed by the scene. He stood still, letting the atmosphere take over his soul, letting the sound of the wind travelling through the grass console his heart and mind, driving out the cries of the injured and dying. The scents of the cherry blossoms and the afternoon rain forced the scent of blood from his lungs; he breathed deep, taking it in. He could almost taste the purity of this hilltop, not devastated by war; he could feel the peace seep into his core, a lavender coloured lake of serenity, washing over every crack and crevice, purging him of the acts he committed in the name of justice and the peace for his village, which sat undisturbed below the hill. He stood there for who knows how long; minutes, hours, eternity, taking it all in, trying to leave the sins of battle behind. Trying to cleanse the images away.
The picture of his family flashed through his mind: his fragile, delicate wife with a heart filled with courage and bravery and his sweet and innocent son and daughter. They were the reason he fought this meaningless war; the reason that he still lives. To keep them safe, he would do any and everything.
He opened his piercing hazel eyes slowly and looked down on his village. Feeling the pull of home, this battle-scarred soldier took his first step; then the second; the third, his sword forgotten on his hip. A smile briefly touched his lip as a pink petal drifted by.
He had finally come home.


When You Found Me

Posted by Unknown at Thursday, October 27, 2011 0 comments
This is something I just scribbled on a boring Sunday afternoon. Enjoy!!!
   
Drowning, suffocated by all the hypocracy of this self-destructive world. I thank God for the day you found me. In your arms, the nightmare of alarm clocks, deadlines and self-righteous dictators melt away into a deep blue sea of comfort and love. The bottomless waters of your love wash away the pollution of the mold that society dictates I should be.it cleanses this soul that bleeds while wars rage, forests are destroyed, children are abused, starved of the true, lasting affection that I have found with you. 

The day you found me, you gently coaxed the smile that was buried beneath the rubble back to the surface. You showed me the brighter side of this cold, uncaring world. You showed me the relief that the crimson sunset brings, how tears wash away the pressures of the day. That tears are not a sign of weakness but of strength. That day and every other day after, you reminded me how much little things make a difference; spending time with the ones you love, learning something new, savoring your favorite ice-cream cone, the comfort of a warm blanket on a cold night.

The day you found me, you helped me come to realization of my self-worth and love. You forced me to see the vast treasures of this world through unsullied eyes. I realized my capacity to love and be loved and even with disappointments, past, present and future, I know that I can be me, unique and beautiful, in the face of all this uncertainty.

For that day, today and tomorrow, I love you as I know you love me. I will always be here for you as you have been for me. For the days when you think you are not strong enough and cannot survive, come to the arms of the one you love and loves you. Smile and remember the day I found you.

Love is…..

Posted by Unknown at Thursday, October 27, 2011 0 comments
Here's a short poem. Enjoy!!


Love is…..
The way you say the sweetest things to make me feel alright
Love is…..
The way you can make me smile with a glance when no one else can
Love is…..
The way my heart sighs when you enter a room
Love is…..
Every day that I have with you and the anticipation of tomorrow with you
Love is…..
The feeling that I feel this and every year with you
Love is…..
The hope of many more years with you
Love is…..
The way you love me
Love is…..
The way I love you
Love is…..
You and me, together for as long as we live
Love is…..
Having you reside in my heart and being forever alive in yours


In the land of imagination

Posted by Unknown at Thursday, October 27, 2011 0 comments

In the land of imagination
I am queen
Prepared to rule as I see fit
Any offenders disagreeing with my reign,
Are free to leave

In the land of imagination
My kingdom is rich with laughter,
Flourishing with good health and wellbeing
Peace and love prevail
Greed and war have no place here.

In the land of imagination
Children are revered as the heirs to the future.
No child is hungry or thirsty
Or unloved,
Education is free
Sweets are aplenty,
Vegetables are a daily requirement of course.

In the land of imagination
We all appreciate each other’s difference
And celebrate our similarities.
Each man is flawed
But imperfections make us human and free to be

In the land of imagination
I am queen
Ruling with an iron fist
Understanding with a soft heart.


When my time comes

Posted by Unknown at Thursday, October 27, 2011 0 comments
Another poem.

When my time comes
No matter how soon
Will my existence have made an impact?
A difference?
Will my actions today
Make you say, “Good Riddance.”
Or will tears of grieve accompany my departure from this earth?

When my time comes
Will I look back and think
“I wish I’d….”
Will my life had been filled with incomplete actions and words?
Would I have lives every day to the fullest?
Joyously; without reservation
With complete abandon

When my time comes
Would I have shown the ones that I love
The depth of my feelings?
My adoration?

Starting today
Every day will be an opportunity to say
“I love you”.
Starting today
To everyone who has wronged me
“I forgive you”.
Starting today
To everyone who has shown me an ounce of kindness
“Thank you”.
Starting today
My life is an example of a life truly lived
Not merely an existence

Starting today
Every breathe is a gift
And when my time comes
My last breath will be complemented by a smile.



Dreaming of a New World

Posted by Unknown at Thursday, October 27, 2011 0 comments



Field of wheat?
Or is it a field of dreams?
Where none of the realities of today’s unforgiving world matter
Where the smell of the sweet breeze wipe away the smell of gun powder, the decay of dead bodies, the stench of greed.
Is it a place where the rays of the sun feel like beams of hope?
Hope for a better today where we are not so concerned with meaningless material possession, titles, and positions.
I look into this field and I almost believe
Believe that we can learn and appreciate the lessons nature tries to each
That we are one, divided not by race, class, nation, our own prejudices
That what you put into life and really living is what you get out of it
That we realize that protecting mother earth is the only way to continue this life and the journey beyond.
Sigh…….
This field can almost make me believe                
But reality awaits, cruel and unmerciful;
Like the hands that will ultimately harvest this land
But at this moment
None of it matters
I dream and feel the naïve hope
That maybe one day it will be as I see it.
A world where dreams grow and bloom and produce succulent fruits of hope
While seeds germinate into trees of peace.

Friday 21 October 2011

Under Construction

Posted by Unknown at Friday, October 21, 2011 0 comments
Hi guys,
I'm sorry I've been absent for the last few days (or is it weeks?). Time seems to be running away from me, leaving me with a mouth full of dust.

I have been busy with the construction of my new store. N.B. Creationz and have been soooo busy.

I promise to be back in a few days with some new posts and news on my new store.

Thank you for understanding.

Under Construction

Posted by Unknown at Friday, October 21, 2011 0 comments
This blog and N.B. Creationz store is under construction.
Please return tomorrow.
 

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