Your story is very relaxing. I could sense the whole image.
I don't fish but I'd like too. I have a bamboo walking stick. :)
There's a patch of land on the mountain that has an area
of bamboo. It really stands out like an Island. Ive
heard Bamboo is aggressive..but then all things in the forest
fight for survival..stand their ground.
Itching.
Sounds like you want more pain so you
won't feel the real pain.
"Let the blood run free" Bloodletting..I think that
was done at one time and very beneficial. Leeches
are the true bloodsuckers..used to cleanse the body.
They use to be a doctors helper a friend.
Gray
"I used to think there were two ways Good and bad"
"But the color grey floods the world"
Colors having meaning.What color would good and bad be.
You say gray floods the world. I can see that. Clouds
are gray. So you feel there's a darkness over the world.
Everyone paints their own portrait. Gray can reduce
intensity giving calmness..a cooling effect. It can help
others colors by bringing out their shine :)People like this.
Gray can be a loner. This makes sense since you seem to feel detached.
I found your poem interesting. Had me thinking quit a bit. Thank you
Faith is the thing that makes the job of an angel easier. Gods too.
We then allow them to move for us. Doesnt that sound funny.
I mean..its like we employ them. Why wouldn't anyone want
an angel working for them..guiding. They are always watching.
Look for the twinkles in the sky.
Isn't this where people burn up for no reason..well..
there is a reason but unknown to science I think.
Then my mind goes to farmers..and cars. I wonder if
hot sauce is included. I think I combusted yesterday. :)
For some reason Im taken to illness with your poem.
A meltdown of some sort. Cancer maybe. Yes..a lot
of things today cause some type of cancer. Something
smolders then ignites.
War is a cancer. Its seems to go into remission then
fires up again." subtle conversations blazed like wildfire
at the seaside." We need to keep an eye on things where
ever we are. Awareness so important
"not entirely awake." this making me think of someone
who is awake. Their mind else where..going to a place
they'd rather been. Twirling the hair a sign
OR
Are we talking drugs? This being cocaine. I guarantee she
won't be sleeping for long..well..sooner or later she'll
collapse..maybe end up brain dead..I guess that's' "Flakey"
OR
I think I remember someone calling another a flake once. This being
a screwball. BUT in this case..in your poem..I think she's a girl
like a gypsy. She travels around..never having a place of her own.
Like the snowflake..she is where she lands. She is truly a
snowflake. Lets hope she stays away from the fire or you'll have a
tear. Then comes the storm :)
Poem got me thinking. One more thing..the mind of a flake goes where
it may..always thinking..more aware than one knows.
This is touching. I feel your pain. What does a child do when
its a family member causing the sorrow. Telling dad is best
but after pa goes to work, one is left with an angry sibling. That can
be horrifying esp when mom is afraid of him too.
I'm so happy you found peace in writing. I love to write too even
though I'm at a stand still right now with my poetry. I know one day
I will flow again :)
I absolutely love your first paragraph. Being a military brat has made
you a wise individual. I wouldn't call you a brat though..its hard changing
lives over and over..new schools, new places, new friends.
"lay low and observe." I love this. I agree! One can learn so much. A person
can monitor, observe, distinguish the behaviors going one..the positives
vs negatives. That's what you did. Don't be too hard on yourself about John.
It's hard for children and young adults..more than grownups realize. You
were torn about a decision. That tare left a scar but you want to know something.
That reveals the wonderful heart you carry inside. Let yourself heal by knowing
you have a loving heart.
This is a great story. I love the honesty. Thank you for writing it.
I know I should respond to this but I'm not sure....
but here it goes. I have no patience for bullies.
I know they have good..we all do..I believe that.
Sometimes it just doesn't work to ignore or walk
away or telling others. That's all good advice
but confrontation worked for me. In grade school
some boys gave me a hard time..I gave it back.
It worked..they didn't say a single word. I was not
bothered. It wasn't being like they were because
my intent was not cruelty. It was balance :)
I would never bully anyone..I love the smiles.
I know that things could have gone either way but
they didn't..lucky for them :) No boy wants to be
shown by a girl :) Girl power :)
Today though its different...children with weapons is a
whole other ballgame. So I think your advice is best.
Going for help..seeking out counselors or any teacher
you know will listen. And you are right..we are all from
God..he does listen..he does act. I've seen it.
Free Spirit..nothing holds you down..flight is a necessity.
No chains, no cuffs, no shackles..you are here because you
want to be.. When it is time..one will move on..taking
with them enlightenment that brings stability to their next
journey. I sit upon a heart with faith in mankind. Jesus
walked with us..we are to continue his love.
I am happy you are a free spirit. It can mean something
different for everyone. One thing is the same.."Follower of my heart"
freedom of the soul
It funny how everyone looks back at their school years as wonderful
but at the time they couldn't wait to get out.
I'm glad you have a high regard for your school.
You made me think of how life is a school. At this academy
we are teacher and student. Subjects are endless :)
"His unconditional love" animals tend to have this..I don't see it in
people..wait..yes I do.. in children. Children love their parents
know matter what. Once they start growing and meeting others
then things become different. Ideas are shared, feelings are
felt and taking on the ideals of friends become more important.
This is living though. Its all part of the puzzle that makes sense
in the end.
I like your poem. It stresses your love for this little pup.
Animals are ready to make one happy always.
"I called her my sweet little Tag along."
Adorable.. I love that.
As she walked and hummed a song"
So awesome. I use to sing around my dad.
He never said anything but that was saying a lot.:)
"I'm willing to share her love with him." that's how it
goes..rather than lose someone we share them.
Then someone ends up getting more or nothing.
Before you know it..they've left the state..even worse
the country. BUT this is because this other individual
fears it could go the other way..so she's taken far
away. They want it all.
I love this poem. "Yes of course it hurts but I know I'll survive."
This is a change from most love poems I've read. The hurt
lover usually feels like death is near..in fact they say they
can't make it. You are strong OR maybe you have gone through
it before :)
The first love sort of plants one in the ground. When the growth
starts, that climb begins again like a vine looking to strangle
someone or wrap themselves around something..hoping a hug
will set them free. (if that makes any sense)
"She has gone and taken my heart." no she didn't. She left it all
behind. That's why you ache so much.
"I may want to cry." its part of healing..its good for you.
Hey King :)
"Drawing or coloring was a favorite game."
"With our game cards, like the Old Maid."
I bet you can still color, draw and definitively write poetry.
Playing the maid game sounds like fun..as long as
no one gets caught :) IF they do..things grow old very
fast.
You must be working under that candle light :)
I'm glad you didn't give up your dreams.
"Soul's on a high that this exploration has invited."
"I awake to find I'm in bed, and I made it home.."
I do this too. Its called out of body. Isn't it great!
God can take one many places. You put yourself
into a mediated state where the spirits have room
to move :)
Very good poem.
"I am beckoned to go to the emptiness of space." its not empty :)
Let your friend deal with her mistakes. Your anger will only
feed her sadness. Revenge creates revenge..sooner or later
it gets nasty..heads with fly because no one is using them.
Be there for your friend..if she needs to talk, have a listening
ear. Maybe even cry with her. She needs to know there is love
I felt the anger in this poem next to rage.
The poem expressed what it was suppose to.
You did a good job
You are right..God does say no at times. He has unlimited vision.
He knows the direction we need. People often ask the question:
why does God allow things to happen..why must children suffer.
Who can answer such a question..but we mustn't allow this to push
us away from God..the good. Children need to see their is hope. They
need role models. Seeing people walk in Jesus gives them the way to
find "The GOD of all things." He's always with us.
This is awesome..I love this poem.
"The candle is flickering a dim amber glow." the spirits
dance within the shadows.
"My setting is right for my deepest thoughts." you are being
guided....the dreams find their way on paper :)
"Showing feelings from my heart deep within." memories never
forgotten..walking in the chamber of love..your journey continues
The ending made me smile. It shouldn't ..that's terrible.. the poor guy.
I've known someone like this..even when this individual was free, he
wasn't. He wouldn't change. No matter what he wore the color came
out the same. He had a pattern. This was a decision he made and
tailored on his own. Others where his brand also..families suffer
from the reflection of orange.
I found the story real to life. It can represent many circumstances in life.
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