Have a great night everyone 🙂
I claim to be perfect, well at least inside of my head
But I fear my mind is a scary place, always questioning
It’s a visionary’s dream, or a lover’s death
It’s exhausting to be constantly trying to maintain a feeling of knowing
What is truth? I still don’t know
I always give in to the gravity of my thoughts
They travel down to deep, dark graves
Underground condominiums built up of my past
There’s this constant buzzing, a nagging in my ears
I am never allowed any moments of silence
This state of annoyance building up my trepidation
Unnerving the glow of energy I’m building within
I am grateful for surprise moments of relaxation and writing. ❤
The echoing descant translates the harmony into my head
Making this treasured bundle of maternal comfort feel suddenly foreign
I’m always shocked as the explosion of emotion sets in
It’s as if my self is attached to the breath of the world through music
Every chord amplifies the ringing pitch of each string
The reverberating hum gets louder as the fingers connect with a whispering touch
Euphoria sets in as I can feel it flowing through me
Imprinting, now paving the neuro path to concrete memories
Eloquently playing, as might a painter if,
IF he could hear the shapes and the colors he entertains
Strokes of rainbow symphonies that fan out and fade
An orchestral picture perfect love song exhibit
I am grateful for the G chord….everything goes with the G chord. ❤
I am grateful for the different mediums I can explore. ❤
Two screws attach the plate to the wall
The industrial piece of plastic that holds in the switch
A border between the hollow boards of wires
An icon by the door of every modern regulator of the night
What does it cost to facilitate the irrationality?
Is it damaging to not think of it at all?
It’s only a single moment but it effects the very core of me
It’s such a dangerous game to play when there are no rules anymore
An awareness of expectancy guides my train of thought
An Amtrak full of people feeling lost and abandoned
But even they enjoy the sickly shade of streetlamp yellow
This is a confession of what makes me afraid
I am grateful for the internet and the expanse of knowledge that can come with it. ❤
I can’t tell you how many times I log in to my WordPress account on a daily basis, it’s a little ridiculous. So when I checked my phone today during work (I’m a vet assistant), I would lie if I said that I didn’t do a little happy dance in the middle of our hospital. I WON something yay! What a great day 🙂
I offer a very heartfelt THANK YOU to TUTTACRONACA. Cheers!
Please check out the following fellow bloggers! Although it’s hard to choose only 15 of my favorite blogs, I do find myself frequenting these often:
4. Daily Echo
10. I Have Seen God
11. Retcon Poet
12. The Jiggly Bits
1. I wanted to be a meteorologist or more importantly, a storm chaser.
2. I played quad drums in marching band in high school.
3. J.R.R. Tolkien and Jane Austen share the tied spot as my favorite authors (Mark Twain is a close second though).
4. Collectively, I have two dogs (Wolvsly and Penelope) and a cat, who acts more like a dog (Sambuca).
5. I have red hair.
6. I’m an evolving geeky girl that’s still growing up.
7. I’m an explorer.
The rules :
1. Copy the award and place in your post.
2. Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog.
3. Tell 7 things about yourself.
4. Nominate 15 fellow bloggers for the award, tell them by posting a comment on their blogs.
It’s the pen, it’s the paper
This psychotic manipulation that I can’t handle
So many questions revolving around what has been done
Why can’t we just focus on now?
I live each distraction as a piece of the puzzle
The memories intertwining together
I lack focus, I guess I’ve said that
These lines are just so intimidating
I’m like the bored viewer of a long movie
I can’t interact, I can’t leave
This is the nightmare that keeps me asleep
My conscience is filled and overflowing
Fast moving screenshots and undisclosed dialogue
The hazy fog destroying my reality
Addictions swirl through the firings in my head
It’s just too much for me to admit
I am grateful for Penelope. ❤
This is a funny read!
In a state of disbelief do I do nothing at all
Let’s take a trip on Jefferson’s Airplane to recall
Too many memories that we now find similar to our own
And who could blame us for bringing down the wall?
How many battles can we lose before we have another Revolution?
We may be a younger generation but we can still fight for the cause
If you don’t believe me, let Crosby enlighten you of Woodstock
Where peace and love were enough to testify of what’s right and what’s wrong
If we choose to let them ignore us, how can we grow?
I am not a single person but a figure of us all
Go ask Grace, how she now paints to capture the world
And if you didn’t think these things then, it’s no wonder you can’t now
If we decide to choose, we can fight with our hearts full of love
Mother Earth is crying but her children keep robbing her of it all
And if you think it’s better to sit on your hands and forget
Come with us and we will gladly show you to some encouragement!
We’re sick of the greedy monkeys who keep tainting our lands and waters
We’re sick of poverty, disease and that our education has gone to slaughter
Now we’re giving you a warning, however, peacefully we offer
The time has come to remember the ones who stood up for all of you cowards
It’s time for a revolution, again
We CAN fight this growing state of desperation
We have a few teachers left who still preach about the cause
So, it’s time to remember the past and stand up for what we want
We can rewrite our destiny with a little bit of courage
They cannot forget about us if we can assemble our chorus
We can sing about love until they ask for more
We will show them that we won’t go away until we know that we’ve been heard
I am grateful for instrumentals that provide ceaseless hours of non-quietness. Currently listening to Lindsey Stirling, which is pretty fantastic writing music! ❤