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There is always a scenic view:

You just have to be willing to see it.

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sizzle

smoke

fire

soar

sear

sauce- juice

dry- sizzle

dab- sprinkle

smoke

scents

steam

stop.

Savor.

 

Yum.

 

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Him

He looked at me-

with his

vampy

Eyes,

wispy

Hair,

charming

Smile,

suit

&

Tie,

and

that

is ALL

it

took.

Fighting myself 

i was enraged& feeling hopeless

but that is exactly

what she

wanted me to be.

she was smothering me

suffocating me

trying to stomp me out

like an unneeded

cigarette.

i did not want to be 

extinguished.

not now

not ever.

i kept my head down as long

as i could, trying not

to look her in the eye.

she was aware of this, and

made sure my eyes met hers.

they were darker than black 

forest cake but without

the sweetness. 

her face had less expressions

than that famous British 

spice girl.

but she had a power over me- a fiercenes.

 she made it her life’s work

to bring out the worst in me-

to hold me down, keep me unhappy,

being that somehow it makes 

her thrive. 

my heart beating faster than a 

nerd at comic con- i did the unthinkable

and cut the cord.

she no longer had me tied up,

i could walk away and do as i

chose.

i could be who I 

wanted. 

so who is this 

archenemy rival of mine?

she is

Me.

Rumi’s classroom 

  

the fear of fear

the only thing

we have to

fear is fear

itself-

and boring

ass

cliches

that

don’t

really mean anything

out of context.

Just waiting

It was half past two in the morning.
She was waiting for her daughter to come home from a study group at her friend’s house.
She said she would be home by ten.
Four and a half hours later her mother came to the conclusion that there was no studying going on anywhere.
She was at a party.
She had been waiting in the living room on the sofa studying the clock each minute, clenching her teeth, and boiling her own blood.
Feelings of nervousness and anger went through her head the whole time as she sat there.

The newspaper was scattered in pieces on the carpet at her feet.

I’ll take the road less traveled

roadlesstraveled

praying for UNC

I look outside
my window
I see flowers

blooming
but

further down          danger

is looming
people

fighting
people

dying
over silly shit like “parking spaces”

but it is probably

really about religion.
i question myself
i question the world
i question people-
Why?

How?
Why the violence?
Why the tragedy- Again?
Why do we have to keep
losing
valuable    Lives.
People that matter-
future
doctors
dentists

nurses

mothers

husbands

sons

fathers

daughters
humanitarians-
just
dissapear.
so are we all
still here because we
dont matter?
I sit in grief

puzzled
and lay in  this sorrow.
I pour a cup of tea
and pray for hope
with each

and every sip.
I take out another mug to
make another

cup of tea.
My kitchen sink
is now overflowing
with mugs.

Thoughts from wonderLand (part 2)

I could not take it any longer. It had been a full 12 hours of mocking and ridicule. I wasn’t even aware that I had enough Facebook friends that he could have stalked and researched to present this dissertation he was so passionate about. He pulled at one of his whiskers slyly as he pondered his next move. So far I had not cracked nor shown any of the emotions he so desired, and it was draining him in the process I could see. Whatever creature he was, he somehow needed negative emotions like jealousy to survive. I was determined to deny him of his fuel.

“You think you are rather clever, don’t you?”. Now he was trying to bully me into cracking.

“I think I am not clever at all, but starting to get tired of all this licorice.”

“Isn’t this your favourite?” However the hell he knew that creeped me out more than the fact he had whiskers on his face, spots on the back of his neck, and a snout.

“No it is not.” I closed my eyes, and as was expected I was pelted with several pieces of licorice.

“You are a liar. I shall add that to the list.” He took out a small tangerine notebook from his bottom pocket of his pine tree colored wool coat. He scribbled something into it, then took the slate colored newsboy hat off his head and tucked it into a miniature hat box that sat on his head. His hat returned to his head, and hatbox. What great posture and balance he’s got to have hidden a box under a hat without it falling this whole time.

“Why do you need a list, and why do you keep pelting me with licorice? It’s a waste of good candy.”

“Why are you so stubborn and obnoxious?”

“I don’t know, okay. But what I do know is you’re not getting anything out of this stunt. I’m not going to be jealous, or angry, or miserable. At least not at your account. I have a mother, you know. She does enough of that for me.”

He laughed in such a delicate way it almost seemed like he was being tickled with a feather. “Ahh, so you have been holding back this hold time. Stupid girl, had you made your Academy award speech sooner we would have been out of here hours ago. I knew you agreed with me.”

“I don’t agree with-” But before I could finish he dissapeared while smiling into a rainbow colored fog that appeared. He tipped his hat while his image disappeared to show me that his hat box that I had spotted previously was now glowing, as if it had been a rechargeable battery ready to be put back into a television remote. My hands were suddenly movable, as the licorice had also vanished but in its place were ribbons, robins egg in color and tied to miniature maps dangling on each wrist like a charm bracelet. I turned the maps around to see a message written on the back of them. The one tied to my left hand read “Find me”, while the one tied to my right hand stated “Find yourself”.

Oh, how I wish the licorice was still my jewelry.

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