This very short story is inspired by writing prompt #35 write about eyes. -enjoy
Dancing in the light seeing you for the first time it would seems but these eyes has seen many versions of you. My weary eyes grows tired now. Old and not what they use to be but I still can see you my love dancing in the light. The heaviness falls over these eyes I’m in a fight to keep them open struggling giving it all I can.
A dear friend once told me to write no matter what I do just write. Take five mins to write down any thoughts, ideas or feelings. I should make a promise to do this everyday. What happens is that word or sentence turns into a paragraph and that paragraph turns into a blog post. This is the process of a blogger.
Thank you Paulie for the sound advice, you are a truly great friend & a champion I am honored to have in my corner.
I say this because as of late I have been uninspired to do something I love to do “write”. Writing is my passion. I love to see the thought process behind the madness. Taking one single idea turning it over to my imagination creating a world on a blank canvas that didn’t exist before. I used to write clever, engaging blogs, reviews about reality TV stars, the episodes they appear in, TV interviews and personal appearances.
Hello Kings & Queens of the Social Media, this is the start of a new year & a start to a new adventure for my blogging website. As I grow deeper into this beautiful community of blogging, I’m finding some amazing bloggers, writers & storytellers that produces inspiring material. This post is about showcasing these wonderful wizards or words. Please join me in celebrating them & their writings.
Hello champions of words, today blog post is a blast from the past. Dated August 17, 2011, I decided to tackle an entry posted on a friend #Facebook page dealing with racism in America. I wanted to get the conversation going at which I failed but now in revisiting past blogs, I think this is just as relevant today as it was nine years ago.
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.”
Today 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.
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!
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.
Exploding into the midnight sky burning bright flying high, supernova reaches levels intensifying the mind. All of my senses engulfed by the flames, you stand there with this look on your face as if we’ve met before. White hot radioactive embers burning brightly through this space lifting levels of an a high then sinking deeper into the depths of the void. My soul set a blaze my light burning so brightly it’s blinding, the white heated embers reaching every level possible to let you know of the rebirth. I alike the Phoenix arose from the ash, I’m alive. Reborn just as in life I am birth, I live and I die. This is my exit goodnight and goodbye.
A world without your love is the world I find myself dwelling in. The lights were turned off when you closed your eyes forever. Alone here in the darkness I wait for you in my dreams. In anticipation seeing your beautiful face. Longing to hear your soft voice whisper those beautiful three words “I Love You”. I live in this world cold cruel and dead without your kind touch, without your encouragement. I don’t want to stay in this world without you anymore. I want to be where you are, dancing in your light. I want to stay in this light embraced in your loving arms within your unconditional love only a mother can give.