Silence

There is a quiet out here that is unerving

Leaving you alone with your thoughts

Can you imagine a scarier place to be?

Perhaps

Even the wind is afraid to speak

Yet

In the silence their is also a beautiful calm

One that slows your breath

and softens your gaze

I think the colors are brighter out here

Maybe without the noise

I can finally see clearly

through the chaos

and into the beauty that lies within

They can see you

They are in my house waiting for me.

 

I slowly turn the dead bolt lock and push the door open. Holding my breath in hopes that it will somehow keep the door from squeaking. My eyes slowly criss cross the room looking for any sudden movement.

They hide in different corners of my house every day.

I slowly make my way to the kitchen and jump at the kitchen sink as though an army might come out of the pipes to attack my darkened soul.

 

Nothing.

 

I try not to let my foolish excitement overrun me. They are still here. They must be.

I slowly make my way down the hallway. Careful not to make a sound. As I turn the corner, there they are.

Just waiting for me.

 

Laughing at my utter inability to stop them.

 

I throw everything I have got at them. To no avail.

And just like that they are gone.

Back into hiding.

Just waiting for my next move.

 

 

~my ode to fruit flies~

Favorite Post From This Year #3

From time to time I like to write a little poetry. Here is one of my favorites from this year.

 

Goodness, hospitality, humanity 

 

What is kindness?

Does it even exist anymore?

I think

I saw some kindness 

once

but, I can’t be sure.

What does it look like?

Is it religion?

Is it faith?

Maybe it is much

simpler

than that.

If you looked for it

everyday

all day

how much would you

find?

Is it too

late

for me

or

you

Maybe if we can

find some

hope 

it will

lead us

to

kindness.

Will you recognize it?

“Do not wait for leaders, do it alone, person to person”

First, I am making my way to all of the blogs that requested a visit. This is taking some time as I want to fully investigate your blog. Hopefully soon I will have visited you all!

 

I like to collect thought provoking quotes, sayings, poems, and thoughts. This has always been my favorite. It was said by mother Teresa.

 

People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway. 

If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends, and some genuine enemies. Succeed Anyways. 

If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyways.

What you spend years creating others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway. 

The good you do today will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.

Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.

In the final analysis it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.

~Mother Teresa

 

 

May peace find you this holiday season.

 

 

Mistaken Identity

No matter how hard

I try

There is no air left

I have looked everywhere

yet

it is gone.

I am

drowning

slowly

one day at a time

 

But in the south

the air is reserved

for the white

the religious

the straight

 

there is no air left

for me

 

When you ask

“Can I please have some air”

you should

see the stares

 

“Who is that crazy?”

“She has air, and is just being dramatic”

“You don’t deserve air”

 

But….

I do not want you air

I

simply

want

to

breath

over

here

all

by myself

 

please

don’t

just

sit

there

and point

while

I slowly

drown

 

Oh

I’m sorry

I mistook you

for

someone

that cared

 

 

 

 

My sister’s poetry

A poem written by my sister for her husband right before they got married:

The many acts of our two lives

Intertwined to a sensational simplification:

-All shall be well-

This is the comedy in our head at least,

While together we stride on

Trying not to be a damned soul, or a damned fool.

A duel to the death! An optimist’s revolt!

Ah yes, we have mastered the incalculable pleasure of perpetual crisis

And our harmony is too absurd not the be enjoyed;

This is love.

So we rise

To the contemplation of truth and flamboyant revelations

Giving treats to children along the way.

-Let nothing upset you, let nothing startle you, all things pass-

And if we went wrong?

“Fuck it, I guess we lost.”

I declare myself queen of this blog

Last week I asked for a few non traditionally funny topics, I received so many great ideas I thought I would throw a few together into a song.

To the tune of the theme song of fresh prince of bel air. You can play the song so you can sing alone with my new and improved words :)

Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right
there
I’ll tell you how I became the Queen of
a blog called NC.
In good ol’ United States born and raised
In the school books is where I spent most
of my days
Chillin out, maxin, relaxing all cool,
And all telling my  sister just what she
should do
When a couple of kids, they were up to
no good
Started taking sharpies to my blue room’s walls.
I sat one kid’s head and my mom got
pissed
And said “You’re sitting
here and  watching this  new  purple paint dry”
I Begged and pleaded with her hour after hour
But she sat me down and made me sit  and  watch that paint.
Damn I thought I would rather clean up poop
baby poop
I put my head down low and thought I
might as well kick it

I fell fast asleep and woke about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the room “Yo room
smell ya later”
I looked at my kingdom I was finally
free
To write on my throne as the Queen of NC

These are a few of my favorite things, to hate.

Mondays and Tuesdays and gross smelly kittens,

Bright neon colors and warm sweaty summers,

Empty broken promises tied up with strings,

these are a few of my most hated things.

 

Creamy filled donuts and crisp peach cobblers,

yard work and cleaning and all of the cobblers,

Wild cats the fight with the moon on their fangs,

These are a few of my most hated things.

 

Girls in Bama dresses with red satin sashes,

Heat waves that stay on my nose and eyelashes,

Silver white hairs that make me look old,

These are a few of my most hated things.

 

When the job rocks, when the kid sleeps,

When I’m feeling glad,

I simply remember my most hated things,

and then I don’t feel so rad.

 

Mondays and Tuesdays and gross smelly kittens,

Bright neon colors and warm sweaty summers,

Empty broken promises tied up with strings,

these are a few of my most hated things.

 

Creamy filled donuts and crisp peach cobblers,

yard work and cleaning and all of the cobblers,

Wild cats the fight with the moon on their fangs,

These are a few of my most hated things.

 

Girls in Bama dresses with red sating sashes,

Heat waves that stay on my nose and eyelashes,

Silver white hairs that make me look old,

These are a few of my most hated things.

 

When the job rocks, when the kid sleeps,

When I’m feeling glad,

I simply remember my most hated things,

and then I don’t feel so rad.

 

 

 

*Loosely based off the Julie Andrews sound of music song*

 
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don’t feel so bad.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in a white dresses with a blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don’t feel so bad.

Burnt Kabob

One of my favorite poets is Rumi. He is often considered the most popular poet in the U.S. I was going through a tough time and a coworker handed me the book The Essential Rumi, and said I think you need this more than I do. And it all began.

 

Burnt Kabob

Last year, I admired wines. This,

I’m wandering inside the red world.

 

Last year, I gazed at the fire.

This year I’m burnt kabob.

 

Thirst drove me down to the water

where I drank the moon’s reflection.

 

Now I am a lion staring up totally

lost in love with the thing itself.

 

Don’t ask questions about longing.

Look into my face.

 

Soul drunk, body ruined, these two

sit helpless in a wrecked wagon.

Neither knows how to fix it.

 

And my heart, I’d say it was more

like a donkey sunk in a mudhole,

struggling and miring deeper.

 

But listen to me: for one moment,

quit being sad. Hear blessings

dropping their blossoms

around you. God.