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Words Meant For Screaming
This is meant to be screamed,
Just so you know.
Speeding through rain drenched cities at night,
Recklessly straining your throat as you bleed inside.
This isn’t meant to be silent.
This isn’t meant to be easy.
These words should scrape their way out of your chest
And out of your mouth into the saturated sky.
This is about everything.
Every slithering putrid imperfection,
Every destroyed moment, every doomed relationship.
This is about failing.
This is about the stabbing silence shared by two.
This is about when you went to far and terrorized each other.
Scream your mistakes.
Nobody will hear them.
This is about everything.
Every golden emotional orgasm,
Everything you’ve created, every fated romance.
This is about winning.
This is about the ambrosia silence shared by two.
This is about when you calmly stood back and loved the moment.
Scream your victories.
We’ll all hear them.
This is meant to be screamed,
Now you know.
Embracing in the grass on honey tinted days of sun,
Beautifully touching lips as you sweetly bleed from your heart.
This isn’t meant to be silent.
This isn’t meant to hurt.
These words should glide out of your bright insides
And into the world’s ear under the weeping willow sky.
So scream your pain and scream your pleasure.
Curdle them into one ferocious mixture of thoughts.
And in the echoes of your sound, you’ll be calm.
You’ll expunge those worries and announce bliss at once.
And that is the essence of screaming,
Just so you know.
Famous people can get away with saying something simple that we all think and it become a quote which we brandish about as if it means something unique.
Thus, my words just aren’t as special until I’m famous.
Disillusionment has it’s tendrils about us.
A stretch of road, honey colored fields on both sides
Is what this mass of organs needs.
Some romantic epic set on the paved arteries,
Some semblance of sun, a wisp of wind,
The blinking of distant stars lighting up the night,
No stale rooms, no wooden floors to creak upon.
No familiarity or monotony to poison the mind.
Just a lush world of tempting, exciting uncertainty.
The open road, downed windows, and exposed top.
Hands thrusted out the sides to catch the wind,
Knowing it can’t be trapped in our open palms,
Beautifully caressing inbetween our fingers.
Drive until you run out of gas,
All the while taking in the bouquet of life’s wines.
Pausing to find repose in those honey colored fields.
Then drifting through the arteries of black and gray.
The road ends where we want it to.
I don’t really sleep much these nights. Not what most would call sleep at least. Something has consumed my psyche and manifests itself even in my dreams. It’s not necessarily a bad thing; in fact, it is probably one of the best things in my life right now. But I analyze so much. I create so many false situations in my mind.
I have to learn to relax. The traces of my early teenage depression emerge every now and then in the form of anxiety and worry. No matter how much more optimistic and carefree I’ve become since then, there is still that part of my life and being that will stay with me. I didn’t bury it. I just acknowledged it, understood it, and moved on with a new outlook on life. It’s made me who I am today, for better or worse.
But I’m overjoyed at this new adventure. I’m learning so much right now about myself and others. Sure, there are hurdles to cross, but it’s always worth it afterwards.
I could never have predicted this.
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THE PHOTO MOSAIC:
Rules:
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search (http://www.flickr.com/ or photobucket.com)
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s Mosaic Maker (http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php)
d. Save the image and post it on this note!
The Questions (and my answers):
1. What is your first name? West
2. What is your favorite food? Thai
3. Favorite Hobby? Bike rides
4. Favorite drink? Green tea
5. Dream vacation? Train hopping
6. What is your favorite color? Brown
7. What you want to be when you grow up? Content
8. What do you love most in life? Fellowship
9. One word to describe you? Curious
Thanks, Meryl.