My first post on Prose
The Color of Sadness
Is the same
As the color of the sky
Prior to its weeping
It’s the same
As the color of water
The stormy sea
The tranquil lake
Or placid ocean
It’s the same
As the color of music
Like Muddy Waters
And B.B. King
Like Michael Jackson
Or Lady Gaga
The color of sadness
Is the color of my thoughts
When I think of you
An impossible hue
The color is....
So, I have been thinking of People that are having a hard time being Accepted by Community's and or other people in general.
And i noticed that allot of them tend to make a Mistake preventing them from some of that happyness and Acceptence they desire.
So first of all, everyone should know i am a Very Curious person.
I ask allot of Questions!
Now that is out of the way lets get to my point.
So i've met a few people who had a hard time being Accepted by people and told me their story and i was quite mindblown as to what they told me.
So i asked Questions...
..What i noticed is that as soon as i asked some Questions about it, some of them where annoyed by the fact i asked them, some took it the wrong way and some simply stopped talking to me and started ignoring me.
Now i did not ask anything weird or anything and was quite confused on why they where mad at me, or simply stopped talking to me.
Since i was quite confused and well.. a bit hurt because i'm a kind and understanding person and had no bad intentions to begin with.
After thinking for quite some time i finally stumbled upon something.
'' I noticed that they tend to either run from Questions or maybe get Angry when someone asks them.''
Now i understand that it might be because of the emotional rollercoaster they have gone trough..the hurt, the pain and the scars it left behind emotionally.
But if i may give one point of Advice to people who feel like they dont get accepted, and they run into a person like me.
Just answer the few Questions that person might have..
I understand that you might not feel up to it, and that is Okay, Just be sure to tell the person that.
I however strongly do recommend you talk to the person and answer them when you do feel up for it, Because A person that asks Questions wants to Understand.
It might be annoying,it could bring up some difficult memories.
I am sure however that the person asking those Questions knows and Understand that.
But please do talk to the person and Don't push them Away cause of a few questions.
As i said before ''a person that asks Questions wants to Understand''
Granted there will always be a few people that will not Accept you for who you are.
I am not saying that by answering those Questions they will, However you will find that Most of the ones that asked you those will Accept you now that they Understand you better and know you more for who you are.
That being said. You should not need to hide who you truly are, And if you walk into someone who does not Accept you, Know that you Don't need those type of people or Negativity in your life.
No matter how hard it is, Don't give up!
There are plenty of Curious people who want to Understand you for who you are and who will Accept you.
Those are the people you want in your life.. the people or Community's your heart has been longing for.
True Friends or Lovers who will make the Struggles in your Life so much easier and make your life a whole lot Brighter and worthwhile.
Face of Pride
With today, my first memory was of me at the age of 9. Short of hieght, deasert dirt covering me from head to toe, with would have been blond to brown hair, if the parents had not decided to shave it down to that old fashion buzz cut most kids had back than. Standing at the front iron gate, at 6am I could feel the heat of the sun warming the air around me as I was dropped back off at home from a campout,grinning from ear to ear with pride but tired faced. Trying to hold my new trophies, bags, and all else that I was just to lazy to throw into those bags being of that age.
I have a confession to make. I have a disreputable little habit that I don't usually choose to share. Something I only usually indulge in those precious few moments I have to myself, it's not dangerous or illegal just well, anti-social. I have all the paraphernalia, the trappings, the equipment, the books and the websites, some times I carry those shiny little things in my pocket, it gives me comfort.
I suppose its the rhythm and repetition that are so soothing, its quite an addictive behaviour, but not one any child would want to catch their mother indulging in.
And on that note my children will be home next week so after this morning I must go and put it all away in its expensive black velvet lined case and tuck it in the back of the wardrobe, for I must become the upright, church going, respectable mother.
No one must know that when they have gone and I have the place to myself that I'll draw the curtains and close the windows, then hammer it out on my banjo.
try telling the truth
thinking thoughts through
toying thus time
trembling through touch
turning to the torment
talking tales that tell the truth
tactful tears trip the temptation
that tends to terrify the texture
this texture ties the tale
thus takes the thirst
takes the taste
the true tie that threats the thunder
the tone to the tragedy
this tone translates the trap
translating the tiniest truth
Through the night
Sweat glistens across my brow
As horrendous images flit through my mind
He brings me fear
He brings me pain
Until tears streak down my cheeks in the dark
Alone in the dark
He digs his knife deep under my skin
And slowly carves my heart out
I let him
How could I stop his darkness?
I let him
Tear me to pieces
And when he's done
After he's filled me with darkness
The pictures in my head
Stop torturing my soul
He wraps his arms
Around my waist
And pulls me closer
I smile at him
And kiss him softly
And I walk by his side
As he poisons minds
And haunts others in their dreams
And makes me fall in mine
What do you seek to accomplish
By kneeling against your flag?
A muddy knee
and some publicity?
The goal has been lost
In your haste for fame.
Now all you do is arouse hate.
You wanted equality, not a debate.
Like a child you cry,
Not knowing why.
Stop this please,
No more greed.
Do you really think,
You're not free?
The only thing that holds you back,
Is the self respect you deny and lack.
That flag you loath,
It represents you.
Have some pride, before it's too late,
Stop encouraging hate.
The Only One
Only she told him that she loved him
and she was lying through her teeth
she was one of many who disdained him
yet his body lay on top, with her beneath.
Even though she didn’t like him
He brought her to passion throes
so that should count for something
for life has its highs and lows!
Only when he was through with her
did she realize what they had
but I really love you only, she said
as he left her tangled on the bed.