Art/Life Question

If life were a work of art, and everyone had a place to paint. What would it look like?

Graffiti Pic

First Date

Went on my first date yesterday! It was so amazing! I got home and curled up in bed like 'how could this be any better?' Went to see Captain America: Winter Soldier, then afterwords went to Larosa's. Like is said before... SOOOOOOOOOOOO AMAZING!!!!!

My Everything

My knight in blue jeans
Who leaves his armor at home

My Prince Charming
Who leaves his crown at home

My amazing superman
Who leaves his cape at home

My savvy thief
Who stole my heart

Though he forgets so much
My heart he will never lose

Nothing

Nothing can compare,

To an old oak tree,

It stands so tall in the breeze.

Nothing can compare,

To a leaf from that tree,

That falls with such ease.

Nothing can compare,

To a heart,

That bleeds with such passion.

Nothing can compare, 

To the love that we share.

Be There

I will be here through tick and thin.
Thunder and lightning.
Love and despair
But with you
There will be no harm or hurt.
No pain
Because when I look at you
I see joy
And peace.

Little Sis

There she stands
With her nose just above the counter
Propped up on her toes
A clumsy little ballerina
Rubber bands sit around her wrist
She searches of the jar
The box
The case
The safe
That holds the cookies
Her hair a little bob
So short and sweet
Just like her
My little sis

Alcoholic Mind

I'm in a drunken state
On level negative nine

As taboo as it seems
I'm still clear
Sharp
Ready

Throw me a bottle
And I'll drink it

Throw me a riddle
And I'll solve it

Ties

The crossing ties that bind us
The checkered strings that connect us
The endless things that divide us
The endless things that unite us

Two Halves

Never too grow apart
Only together they stay
Two halves of a heart
Always at bay

I Dare You...

Snowman

   The sun is bright, blazing through the clouds. The wind blistering and harsh at times, but right now, only a subtle breeze. If only spring hadn't come. If only winter could stay. Stay with the snow and frost. Oh yes I love the spring and all it's joys. All it's flowers and warmth. I wish I could see more, but by then my time is up and I can stand no more. Every year the same thing happens. Year after year I'm built and I stand tall. Then spring comes and I melt away into only a little puddle. A puddle smiling back with coal, buttons, and a carrot nose. 

Till Hearts Galore

Swiftly swept 

She mopped the floor

On her hands and knees

She scrubed it bare

The marble floor 

She scrubed it bare

Till hearts galore 

Lightning ⚡️

A fash

A bolt

Dart

Flicker

Flinch

The roaring

The light 

The rain

The storm

A fash

A bolt

Dart

Flicker

Flinch

It pours 

And puddles

It rolls

Down the window pane

A fash

A bolt

Dart

Flicker

Flinch

J'taime

  Love is a mysterious thing. It raps us up in a little fantasy that we can call our own and when we fall for our so called 'prince charming' or 'knight in shining armer' we feel as though we are on cloud nine. Until that one faithful day that that lovely little cloud slips of from under us and reality slips back in and shows us that life is still tough. That life is one of the harshest things we will ever know. 

   Right now I know what those clouds feel like. It's nothing that can be described. It is one of those things that heaven can't touch. I feel that now and I don't want to let is go. Even though I feel this way I can't help wonder if it will ever end. Then I pray that it will never end. That the smile will never fade and that my heart will never stop skipping.  I hit reality everyday, but I always have my little fairytale to run to when I need it.

Him

He keeps me warm

When the fire goes out

He saves my day

When I can't save my self

He's my rock

In the shifting tides

My sun on a cloudy day

My knight in blue jeans

My prince charming

Dancing me through the night

The theft who stole my heart

My rainbow after the storm

My ray of hope

In a hopeless world

My one

My only

Mine

In a Box

I'm in a box 

So small and dark

I'm scared

Can't breathe

It smells musky

And the air is dusty

I'm in a box

And trapped for life

With no parole 

No bail 

And no way out

No door

Nor window

I want out 

I'm in a box

Words

The things that tell others

What we feel

Want

Need

Are

The things that

Glue our feet to the ground

Let our heads float in the sky

Past the clouds and sun

Up to the star

High up above

These are my words

That I will cherish forever more

And I hope you will too

Then you realize

As the wind blew the shutters shook
The ground steady, but your legs shake with fear
The broken glass crept along the ground
Scattered by the blow they tried to fix the effect of the tragic memory
Flowers limp on the ground
Love gone with the breeze
And your heart crushed with agony
Then you realize...

You just got dumped

Poker Face

  I find my self in the basement of my colleague's house. The burning Cuban tobacco fills the room with an unmistakable scent that mixes with the muskiness of the pouring rain. The term "six feet under" doesn't hold a candle to this. I'm ten feet down and ten grand in. If there was ever a chance to turn back, now was not the time. The air is still as the sky rumbles. The roaring of the lions high over head and the flash of their illuminate manes, breaks the tension hovering in the muggy jungle air from time to time. Beads of sweat roll down my neck as I glance at my cards one last time. I've bet all that I brought and the cards in my hand waver in the fate of my destiny. Should I leave with the luck of the draw and the pot placed in front of me or leave with not even a thread of dignity left to my name? I feel uneasy, jumpy, on pins and needles, hung up on a string by the tattered collar of my over-used, under-appreciated polo shirt. My fate rests in the hands of people around me. I will not sleep tonight...

What is a House?...

I took this photo & made the video also

   A house is not a home, but a "well build" sanctuary for the costumes that we call our bodies and for the closets that we call our lives. We hide them here so then we seem normal and well structured beings that "fit in" the society the for some odd reason we have come to a liking of. Not for the sake of wanting it because only the people who have power over it really enjoy it, but for the sake of safety. For the sake of wanting to think, even if you aren't sure what tomorrow will bring, that everything will be okay in the end. A house is not a home, just another disguise that we hide behind.

Single Ladies Morning After

This is what single ladies wake up to on the morning after Valentine's Day...

With a hangover, surrounded by empty chocolate boxes, crumbled up candy rappers, and love songs stuck in our head!

A thoughtful thing

Some were in time there is, was, and will be a box. It sits in a corner facing the sun while in the shade from the ceiling above. It does not move but breathes in the dust.

Light as a Foot

Your thoughts weight heavey on your mind
Your burdens heavey on your shoulders
So what, you ask is light
Your feet
They take you where you go
And never ask for anything in return
The places we go
The people we meet
The things we do
That is what makes life light
So thank your feet
They do so much

Cinderella

I'm Cinderella 

I befriended my Fairy Godmother 

I went to the ball

And danced with the prince

I stand in front of him now 

And wonder

Does he see me as the girl he met last night

Or does he see me only as the rags that I call my clothes and my woes that surround me

Who am I?

Have you ever read song lyrics and thought that even without the music it sounded beautiful? Did you think to your self "Wow this is more than just a song, but something real and true to life. More than just the ordinary everyday thing,"? Well I did the other day when I read the lyrics to 'Who am I?' from Les Misérables. The song talks about a man wondering who he really is and asking himself how he can go on through life not showing the world who he really is. Here are the lyrics to the song...

Who am I?

Can I condemn this man to slavery,

Pretend I do not see his agony?

This innocent who wears my face

Who goes to judgement in my place.

Who am I?

Can I conceal myself forever more,

Pretend I'm not the man I was before?

And must my name,

until I die,

Be no more that an alibi?

Must I lie?

How can I ever face my fellow men?

How can I face myself again?

My soul belongs to God,

I know,

I made that bargain long ago.

He gave me hope when hope was gone.

He gave me strength to journey on.

Who am I?

Who am I?

I'm Jean,

Valjean!

And so,

Javert,

You see it's true.

That man no more guilt than you. 

Who am I?

Two,

Four,

Six,

Oh, 

One!

Sunday Verse

Revelation 3:20 NKJV

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.

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The Mysteries of the No Named Elf :

 The Lost Candy

            One upon a time there was a…

Wait a minute. Haven’t we heard this before? Let me rephrase that…

Once, well more like last year, there was an elf that lived on a shelf. Now you are probably wondering what the elf’s name is, well that’s a problem. This is because the elf had no name. It was known only as the elf on the shelf or just elf. I would tell you why this elf had no name, but to tell the truth I don’t have a clue. I guess the kids just never named him. Though you would think this to be troublesome for the little elf, but it was not. He actually lived a decent life, had friends or a friend I should say, and had a good home, more like a shelf. Okay so the elf was a little lonely, but the kids loved him, this was the only thing that mattered to him. This made it not matter that the teddy bears would mock him and call him rude names like ‘No Namer’ and ‘Fameless Nameless’. He didn’t care about that. He only cared for the kids. They would wake up in the morning and look throughout the house to find him. Then when they got home from school they would look once again. Then right before bed they would say good night to him. If only he knew what would happen if it all came to an end…

It all started when the children came home with important information.

“Mommy! Mommy!” the little girl yelled

“Daddy! Daddy!” the little boy shouted

“Guess what we learned today!” they both proclaimed simultaneously

“What did you two learn today?” their mother asked joyfully

“We learned that if you leave a letter in your shoe for Santa then he will come and get it and leave candy in your shoe!” the little girl answered cheerfully

“Yeah and we want to write letters so we can get candy!” announced the little boy

“Okay then let’s go write some letters to Santa.” said their father

So off they went to write to letters. Once they were done the parents put to letters in the shoes while to little ones fell asleep. Then, while they dreamed of sugar plum fairies and Lemon heads, Santa snuck down to chimney and to the shoes with a sack full of candy. He took to notes and left the candy. When to children woke the next morning they ran to their shoes and saw the mountain of candy they jumped for joy. They couldn’t believe that it had worked. So they did that every night after that. And while all this went on at night the elf was asleep. Tilted in the shelf he had no idea what would happen next…

When to children woke on the morning of the fifth day they ran to their snow boots and sparkly slippers to find that the candy was gone. The shoes were as barren as a desert. They turned to their parents who pointed their fingers to none other than the elf on the shelf. The kids took it lightly and didn’t get mad. They thought to themselves ‘he was just hungry and forgot to save some.’ So they forgot all about it. Then the next night the same thing happened. Now the kids got mad and no longer liked the elf. The parents finally said “Okay, if the elf steals the candy again then we will put him in storage.” When the elf heard this his little heart sank. It shattered and crack. He said to himself “I must find the thief and bring him to justice.” So He made a plan. He would look, of course, around the house while everyone was gone.

That day he started his search. First he looked by the shoes. Nothing. Then under the tree. Nothing. Then the kitchen. Nothing. Finally he was going to give up when he saw it. He saw it in the doggy door. He found the first clue. A candy wrapper. It was lodged in the bottom right corner and dangled on one side. He looked through the door and saw nothing other than the road, the festive houses beyond it, and a trail of wrappers. So he tucked his head back through the door and looked for the dog, which was gone too. So he grabbed his only friend Dusty, who was a mute dust bunny who was only made of the dust and fuzz that you find under the couch with two pennies for eyes, and told him what was going on.

Once Dusty got the gist of it they headed out the doggie door and followed the trail of candy wrappers. Seeing where to trail lead they prepared to cross the dreaded-black-top road. Then when they got there a car zipped past. This made them very nervous and they both looked at each other.

“Are you ready to so this Dusty?”

“…”

“Ready?”

“…”

“Okay. One. Two. Three!”

Then they ran. They sprinted so fast that a roadrunner passing would have stopped, thinking that they would run right into him. Once they got to the other side they stopped to finally catch their breath. Then they followed the trail once more, which lead to the house right across the street from their own. They gapped at the house and wondered why the wrappers lead to this house. The house of the mean little girl that stole toys from the other little kids on the block. Then they saw the doggie door leading into the house and saw the other wrapper lodged into its corner just like the other one it their own. So they climbed through the door and looked around. Finally they heard something. They heard the dog bark and the little girl laugh. It was coming from the kitchen. They walked in and saw the doge giving the girl a bucket if candy. He had finally found the thief.

They ran back home and got into their spots. They were about to stop the thief and show the family that he was innocent. The plan was to tie the mongrel up with the bucket filled with the empty wrappers. Then when the family got home they would see the evidence and he would be saved.

The dog came in the door and we nabbed him. We tied the rope onto its collar and tied the pooch to the shelf  by the shoes. They only had a moment before the family would come in. So the elf hoped up on the shelf and Dusty sat under the couch. Then they came in. The kids saw the wrappers and gasped. The parents saw the dog tied up and  wondered what had happened. The family realized that the dog was taking the candy and that the elf was innocent. So I guess you can say that they lived happily ever after. Well for now anyway.

The End

Another Single Lady's Chirstmas

   Do you ever wonder why the mistletoe gets hung where you walk, and there is nothing but the walk to kiss? Do you ever wonder why the world shows us theses happy ice skating couples that just mock us. Do you ever...
   Well raise your glass to the single ladies who are still looking for love and looking forward to another single lady's Christmas.

If only she knew how we feel right now. Then she could sing us another song that makes us feel better about our status in the status quo.

"Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'"

Erich Fromm 

"Where there is love there is life."

Mahatma Gandhi

 

"Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up."

James A. Baldwin

 

 

 

 

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
Erich Fromm
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/topics/topic_love.html#XCmR9DxHG7VS3Efl.99

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
Erich Fromm
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/topics/topic_love.html#XCmR9DxHG7VS3Efl.99

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
Erich Fromm
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/topics/topic_love.html#XCmR9DxHG7VS3Efl.99

The Dark...

    I heard this song on the radio today (video at the bottom) and it got me thinking. Why are some of us afraid of the dark? I have a friend who once, well more like twice, told me that people aren't afraid of the dark. They are just scared of whats in it. I think of it like this...

    "We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light." -Plato