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Ch6 Page 6. The Memories you see through the eyes of a thought… Come with words once said by the loved one, of who’s Memory you sought⚘

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Favorite book is “The Outsiders” by Jack Kerouac

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A Life Given To Me

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WARRIOR

346-3466505_15-best-photos-of-80s-party-clip-artHello all you masters of words, as I sit here listening to my playlist from the 80’s feeling nostalgic, I find myself longing for the good old times.  Missing old buddies, one particular friend comes to mind.  She is one of my champions, who encouraged me to continue writing.  She and I go way back.  I can still see her waiting for me up on the Blvd (Hollywood Blvd) at our spot, planning our ditch day. I recently found two of my diaries realizing that one of the diaries is solely about her and our adventures together.  True to form most of the crew we hung out with all but disappeared, not true with her.  We kept in touch making our bond stronger.  Her story of courage has inspired me to write this blog.  This blog post is dedicated to my dear friend Beth.

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RED

The power of Red fills my head with hatred and dread. Unlike the color of azul a Noble blue that binds the soul with peace.  It’s not Red’s fault, she’s always been this way. Red is trying not to be so negative, so envy of her friend Noble Blue. According to plan, Red path is sealed with a kiss. Alone in her convictions, Red stands alone on the banks of Crossroads Benny beach waiting for a chance to make a new path to enlightenment. Off in the distant bobbing in the water, bottle but not any bottle. This bottle came a long way containing a message from an old friend.  This friend message reads; “Hear these words, Red you’re not as hateful or dreadful.  Even the coldest of hearts can be undone. Through these inspirational thoughts of love, compassion, empathy and respect can be represented in the hearts of the cold.  It’s never too late for change and growth.”

Love your friend Noble Blue.”

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Red with a heavy heart gives way to a warm embrace of this message of encouragement. She wears like a dawn’s comforter, smiling in glee for even the harden of hearts wants to be loved. The life story of Red doesn’t end at the banks of Crossroads Benny, if Red can  learn the lesson and embrace change so can we.

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This short story is inspired by the color Red and what it represent.  Some see Red as a negative, I choose to see Red in all it’s beauty. 

Until next time….

Photo by Milo

REMEMBER MY NAME

girl-1098612__340Today I am feeling lower than I can possibly go.  It’s shows.  My emotions are compromised and my strength my armor is slowly being chipped away.  With every frown or crossed stare I get from the powers to be, a crack appears on my armor.  If I stay here in this space, I fear there won’t be anything left.  It’s like that situation where you’re in a crowded room enjoying the scene then that evil force walks in sucking all the air and life out that’s how the current work space is.  Here it’s quite clear we all play by a different set of rules.  I should know this by now.  Naivety I hoped things would get better but with each inopportune moment is a slap in the face.  Yes they talk a good game but the truth is there’s no room for growth well if you are me in my position.  With all my experience the only thing I am good for is to sit here answering the few calls that comes through. 

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SISTERHOOD

Hello all masters of words, I normally start my blogs or short stories with some clever catchphrase but I decided to take a different approach because this subject is a touchy given the right conditions, can be a trigger for my manic-depressive state aka my “chum”.  I am like most women, I enjoy watching daytime television specifically talk shows but as I get deeper into watching I notice the all women panel engaging in relentless bickering and rude nasty behavior. Watching this type of behavior is very stressful.  I got to thinking with all the hatred and petty fights is the value of sisterhood over?

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DON’T SAY A WORD

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Today I need you to be quiet.  Very quiet, in fact I need you to be very quiet that you can hear the sound of my heart beating.  Thump, thump can you hear it?  Racing so fast you can hear a musical patterning emerge.  My heart beats like this in anticipation of what I am about to say.  Shhh, can you hear that?  It’s the ringing in my ear.  Nervously my reaction to the thumping my heart beat is causing because what I have to say is so simple but true and that is I LOVE YOU!

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BLACK AND WHITE

images (2)Dream of colors that aren’t black and white, you’ll get a picture filled with bright.  Life isn’t as simple and neither is black and white. The two goes together like peas and carrots. Contradictory nothing is as simple or as diverse than most colors of the rainbow.  Red for instance you can use the primary colors of blue and yellow as well as secondary colors of green and orange to achieve red. Black is black and white is white there are not secondary colors.  Shocking as this revelation is black and white beautiful than most, forever together til colors do part.  I quite enjoy the views from the top in black and white.

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This short is inspired by the simplicity of the colors black and white particularly in photos.

Be Kind

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ROAD RAGE

road rage clue flamesDriving down this road hatred fills my eyes.  Seeing red, I can feel the flames burning inside.  Waiting for that one slip up to release the beast that dances within. Cool as the morning dew sweetly fills the air, still can’t stop this living hell I am in. The more I drive down this dangerous road the more I feel alive and ready to fight.  Lying in wait, to pull the pin to explode. Looking in the rear view mirror I see the road I left behind.  Plenty of rocks left in my wake to over take that turn.  It’s all in the past now as I look forward still reeling with this anger.  Coming to the stop light blinker on left turn, then another left turn pulling into the drive of the fortress of destitute, realizing another nightmarish hell.  Seeing that brick wall I’m about to come crashing into just accepting this is my fate.

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UNCONTROLLABLE CHAOS


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Uncontrollable thoughts I have many of them. I’m a manic-depressive, what do you expect. These thoughts seem to come out of nowhere causing great distress.  I find myself at the of the pen staring at pages of lists I created out of nowhere and for no apparent reasons.  It’s quite stressful trying to organize my chaotic thoughts.  My pattern is always the same which I found to be strangely ironic.  I will start an idea write it down spend time on it then lose interest.  When I go back I feel there’s nothing to go back too just a bunch of blah, blah. Sometimes I can’t keep things straight.  I feel like my head is a cork-board filled with thousands post-it-notes.  Every note is a piece of a puzzle I’m trying to put together.  Once the puzzle is complete I now have to find away to express these thoughts to the outside world in away that is healthy.  The stress is unbearable I’m thrown into a world that is dark with no light at the end of the tunnel.  All my thoughts are lost in the sea of nameless void prompting me to start all over. I really need to STOP and PAUSE because this adds to my stress level and heavens knows we do not need anything else adding to the state of confusion I already feel.

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PRETTY

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and yet as I stand here looking at the mess in the mirror I beg to differ.  I’m not a beauty nor do I feel pretty.  What I see is quite the opposite.  I see ugly, useless, dirty person with no future.  I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as the actress that grace the silver screen.  I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as those models who are splashed on the cover of sports magazines.  I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as the girl sitting across from me on the bus.  I wish I had better eyes to see what you see a beautiful girl.

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