Castigado

Here I go again,
talking myself up the side of another
treacherous mountain.
I work my way up.

And then you come through,
blowing my progress down with your
turbulent zephyr.
You take me back down.

I fumble and fall,
tumbling towards the ground of the
tentative bottom.
I fracture the ground.

And it’s you who comes,
saving me from dropping beneath by
throwing yourself in.
You prevent the drop.

But you can’t go on,
pulling me off the endless sea of cliffs
time and time again.
We need for this end.

We must leave the heights,
flying to the ground below the cloud’s
triggering descent.
We meet solid ground.



Sarah Marie Pardy // Grounded

Our Little Disaster

We are all a little damaged. Some of us hide it better than others, and others just have in different ways than most. But on some level we are all torn up. We take it out on others and beat through life carrying it all and we will end up damaging someone else. And most of the time we won’t even notice or bother to care, because we are busy with our little disaster, that we call life.

El Eterno Optimista

I am the eternal optimist for love.
I believe you can find love anywhere.
You can find it anytime, any place, with anything.
It will hit you unexpectedly with the last person you thought you were capable of loving.
Love is the strongest force in this world. Maybe in the universe.
I am the eternal optimist for love.
I am the eternal optimist for people.
There are good people in this world.
Believe it or not there are people out there who are not out to hurt you.
If you stop judging those you don’t know you will realize that everyone is in a battle.
Everyone is struggling in someway. Notice.
I am the eternal optimist for people.

I am the eternal optimist for life.
Never take for granted the things that have happened to you.
Life has a plan for everyone. Everything happens for a reason as cliché as that sounds.
Regardless if you haven’t fallen in love or haven’t had the right people walk into your life.
Be thankful for these things, they are lessons you never thought you could learn from.
There are the things that make life so easily enjoyable and so easy to hate, but regardless of the emotion or feeling, fall in love with life. More importantly fall in love with everything in your life.
Be the eternal optimist for life.



Kimberly Marie // The Eternal Optimist

If I Hadn't Abused Words

This is April again. Roller skates rain slowly down the street
Your voice far away on the phone
Once I would have jumped like a clown through a hoop—
but
“Then the area of infection has increased? …oh …What can I expect after all—I’ve had worse shocks.
Anyhow, I know and that’s something.” (Like hell it is, but it’s what you say to an X-ray doctor.)
Then the past whispering faint now on another phone:
“Is there any change?”
“Little or no change”
“I see”
The roller skates rain down the streets,
The black cars shine between the leaves,
Your voice far away:
“I am going with my daughter to the country. My husband left today. . . No he knows nothing.”
“Good”.
I have asked a lot of my emotions—one hundred and twenty stories, The price was high, right up with Kipling, because there was one little drop of something not blood, not a tear, not my seed, but me more intimately than these, in every story, it was the extra I had. Now it has gone and I am just like you now.
Once the phial was full—here is the bottle it came in.
Hold on there’s a drop left there. . . No, it was just the way the light fell
But your voice on the telephone. If I hadn’t abused words so what you said might have meant something.
But one hundred and twenty stories
April evening spreads over everything, the purple blur left by a child who has used the whole paint-box.



F. Scott Fitzgerald

Childish

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.



Anaïs Nin

Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.



Sylvia Plath

No Soul

Understand me.

I’m not like an ordinary world.
I have my madness,
I live in another dimension
and I do not have time
for things that have no soul.



Chinaski

Otredad

The Giver

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.




Lois Lowry // The Giver

No Country For Old Women

Fault

I have seen your beauty,
Saw your bleeding parts too.
I love everything yours;
I want you whole now.
I want the ugliness
most of all.



Simone Desso // Once in a while, you fall in love with the faults too

For The Grieving

Beloved, they will tell you
To turn away from sadness,
But I say: you can only move through it.

Just as rivers must be crossed
To reach a different shore -
So should you, beloved;
Take up the splintered paddle. Go.

Grief is strong, and like the river
Cuts men and mountains to the bone.
Grief and water will not tame;
It wears away the stubborn stone.

Let it carry you, beloved,
Let it take you where it may;
And though your journey is a lonely one
You’ve come so far, you must not stay.

Beloved, they will tell you
To veil the wounds and what you feel,
Not to look upon or touch;
That ugliness must be concealed,

But the lighted world, and joy,
loses depth without its shadows;
For water cuts, but also heals;
Runs deep, and white, but leads to shallows.

To Recede

my dear,
we are all made of water.
it’s okay to rage. sometimes
it’s okay to rest. to recede.


// Sanober Khan

Thick Skins & Cheekbones

Millions of people
have decided not to be sensitive.
They have grown thick skins
around themselves
just to avoid being hurt by anybody.
But it is at great cost.
Nobody can hurt them,
but nobody can make them
happy either.




//Osho

La Correcta

There is, after all, a kind of happiness in unhappiness, if it’s the right unhappiness.


Jonathan Franzen // Freedom