Trying to Get Over the Rainbow: Emotions

Showing posts with label Emotions. Show all posts

Showing posts with label Emotions. Show all posts

I was Blinded by the Light

Monday, June 6, 2011

I’m late I know, at least for me but I have good reason. On the way to conscious thought I became blinded by the light. I don’t know maybe it was the system administrator getting around to things, maybe the recalculating fixed on a position, either way the light shone bright.

When one sits in the dark waiting for ole man sol to make his appearance things emerge from the shadows, things you may not expect. If one chooses one can see evil, creepy things lurking to pounce, but me? I was blinded by the light.

Can A True Love Return?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Her heart skipped a beat as the evening news said their good-byes. Motionless she lye in a tomb of boundless covers and her eyes stared deep into the darkness. From within something sparked a light, “Could it really be?”

Without sight her waning memories began to flood her vision. A smile crept upon her face but was hidden by the shadows of night. How long had it been, did our absence change us, on and on questions of what once was crossed her lips, always ending with “Could it really be?”

Newsflash: I Have a Newsflash

Thursday, January 20, 2011

EXTRA... EXTRA

We interrupt this regular schedule of posting for an important message.

My stress has been relieved and finally I can divulge the causes. I’m superstitious that way; don’t talk about things in fear of the proverbial jinx. Any who, I now can tell you. Wait, let me stop doing this happy dance and sit down so I can tell this story correctly.

Let it Go, Turn it Off

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

By LisaCharleneF

I think the title says it all. I want to let go of so much and then simply, turn it off. I have been sitting here since 4 this morning trying to, “Let go and turn off,” it ain’t happening.

Perhaps because my beloved Kentucky wildcats are playing like a bunch of wash women. Perhaps because I have yet to receive good news to alleviate my stress. Perhaps because being as compassionate as I am I cannot turn off the world. Perhaps I need to spike my coffee.

Who Sees the Common Thread?

Friday, January 14, 2011

I could see a tear form in her eyes as my mother sat in a restaurant with me yesterday. There on the overhead screen was the funeral coverage of this week’s youngest shooting victim. It had been a stressful morning for both us and yet here we sat; both tearing up.

“Mom, do not cry or I will too,” I told her. She, with her motherly heart, was imagining what it would feel like to bury a child. I, with my compassionate heart, was imaging what it would feel like to have been the one to have taken that child to such an event. We both had reason for tears.

Your Life Door, Does It Have A Rainbow?

Thursday, December 2, 2010

At that moment the door closed behind me. A single bulb hung from the ceiling. Two stories up, it dimly lit the room. “Not much use,” I thought. “What have I got myself into this time?”

My head lowered and my eyes shifted back to the immediate surroundings. The perimeter held dancing shadows, the floor gritty, as though sandy feet had passed this way before me and the room is round. Flashbacks of carnival fun-houses filled my mind. “Well, I bought no ticket to this ride.”

Did You Get What You Needed?

Friday, November 26, 2010

The past couples of months have been extremely hard for me. Personal demons, soul aching and then I got a traffic ticket. At one point I could do nothing but laugh until I cried, that did not help. Do you know the song “Can’t always get what you want?”

Yesterday I got what I needed.

Status Update: M.I.A.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

I don’t know if you noticed, but I have been M.I.A. It is a conscience choice. It seems a crossroads has been hit here in the world of rainbows. Soul searching, chasing shadows and hearing noises, is where I am. Have you noticed me M.I.A.?

Storm clouds have gathered, I cannot find my foul weather gear and my power just went out. A metaphor for my being right now, thus the self imposed hiatus.

I hope you will bear with me while I weather the storm, find my way and the words return. In the meantime I offer you music…

Peace my children….

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Exactly How Do You Get Goo Out?

Friday, November 12, 2010

He crept in a window. Except for shadows, the room was void. Oak floors creaked as he slumped in the corner. There, among the shifting, sinister shadows he found his home. Drool oozing from the corner of his mouth came a snicker, “Here I will dwell.”

She walked in the door. A lifetime of memories was in this room. Heels clacked on hard wood as she simply passed the shadowy perch. Weak, lost in a moment, peripheral vision failed her. A sinister extremity of shadow goo brushed her bare arm. Tears welling in her eyes came a whimper.

Can You Be Still?

Friday, November 5, 2010

“Be still my child, do not move.” In the stillness of the moment she heard the warning but heeded not the words. With the flip of a hand, as if to say, “Oh bother,” she ventured on. One-step, two-step, forward was her progress. Yet, in the back of her mind the words did echo, “What do you mean be still, I’m on a journey?”

As she turned she could see the mountains from whence she came and recalled the laborious trek to where she now stood. A glorious trek full of visual titillations and simple relics, carried now in the small pack upon her back. There had been no need for grandeur or amassing more than she what she need, just a simple memorable journey. “Be still my child, do not move,” again came the warning.

I am in Mourning...

Monday, November 1, 2010

This Monday morning, I am in mourning. Sitting here I find it hard to string a thought into a sentence, a sentence into a paragraph and so on. My emotions are full of heartache, making it difficult to write. Have I lost my summer companion?

Being in such a fragile state I realize distraction is what I need, I crave. Distraction is of what I will write. Follow along if you dare but cohesiveness I am afraid you will not read.

Riding Out The Storm

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Such an opposing blue sky, a contrast to any color of whom dared brush its horizon. With a glance she barely noticed the sky and concentrated solely on her footing. The hike had been a long one, traveling down and down until the valley floor was with in reach. “Did I turn right or left at that last fork?” she thought.

The question was but a mental distraction, the trail a physical challenge and onward she did journey. Farther and deeper she traveled into the valley until the path grew wide and dusty. The concentration had been blinding, until now. Now the change in terrain caused a pause. From high above a raven cried, “Look at me,” but she paid no mind. Her concentration was now broken.

Stop, Who Goes There?

Friday, October 1, 2010

In one violent motion she sat straight up in bed. Her body on full alert, her mind trailing slowly from behind, she felt the presence of another. Tension so taut it reminded her of evil, something horrible must be there. Her eyes slowly scanned the room with apprehension, “Who is there, what do you want?” she screamed.

The plea for knowledge fell silent; no words had crossed her mouth. In the silence of the darkness her head went straight to fear. The shadows are partners of the evil and with a chuckled took full advantage of her state of mind. Again she tried to speak, “Who is there and what do you want?”

Monday's Monster

Monday, September 27, 2010

Eye to eye she stood locked with the beast. The surprise encounter had turned to a stalemate; neither felt a need to blink. Tall in stature the creature stood with a sense of arrogance and yet it was curious. “I am not impressed,” it seemed to say, as it lowered its head and gave a snort. She would not flinch. “Why are you so mean?” she demanded.

The creature had scented her out, the snort a sign of unimpressed interest. Now with each breath its nostrils began to ebb and flow. Heavy air hung around them like syrup in the sky; breathing was not easy. “You know I must do this?” she quizzed as the beast just stood its ground.

Do You Have An Evil Screen?

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Standing, peering out the back door sipping coffee came the visualization she had beaten the sun. The sun, turning and opening one eye was just now beginning to play tricks with shadows of the light; it was not awake. “Oh you are a sleepy head, I could sure use the light,” she muttered and some what miffed. “Well I cannot wait, not today.”

She closed the door slowly and headed for the other room. Still dark, her fingers tentatively reached for the light switch and turned it on. “Oh, no pain. I’m so thankful the light has become my friend again.” The good omen made her happy and she continued one by one with the morning routine. It was there in this routine she found a tear, a single tear. “Why and how do did you get trapped in there?” she cried.

The Day You Do Not Need To Call

Sunday, September 5, 2010

I cannot remember a single day in my adulthood that I have not phoned my grandmother. It is just a part of my life. As to when the phone calls began I am not sure, though I’m sure my mother would attest it being the day I learned to use the phone. It is these calls that haunt the silence of my Sunday.

My grandmother will be 92 in month or so, and just the thought of not making these calls wells up in my eyes and explodes with my heart skipping a beat. Yesterday I was reminded; I needed to prepare myself that someday soon, I would no longer need to call.

Blue Monday and Here's an Award

Monday, August 30, 2010

Oh, its Monday and my bad angel is in a full blown war with my good angel. I can hear the battle raging in my head and it is giving me a head ache. Monday is usually when they chose to pick on one another. Do your alter egos ever go to war?

I awoke at 5 this morning thinking it was going to be a pretty good day, you know positive thinking? It did not work. The minute I looked in the mirror my bad angel went on a torrent. This was followed by good angel trying to reason with the bad angel. By 8 o’clock I felt like I was in a bad war movie.

Fight or Flight? I Need a Warning Label.

Friday, August 27, 2010

It seems as if an eon has transpired since last Friday. Time waits for no man and such. One week ago today, I was sitting in a hospital praying my heart out, hoping for the best and at the same time wishing I could hide in a closet until the danger had passed. Fight or flight, you know?

I realize we all have fight or flight triggers, it is part of being human. I also realize my personal fight trigger is a bit on the hair trigger side. I will fight for a cause, the underdog, and even self-protection. I will not be a meek by stander when it comes to the injustices of the world, but flight? When it comes to flight triggers, I have but two.

Darkness is ........A Friend

Thursday, August 12, 2010

My eyes are open and yet I cannot see, darkness does surround me. The digits on the clock glow like red evil eyes and I look away. Vaguely making out the shears jumbled to the side of each window and the outline of furniture, the darkness starts to weigh heavy. “Why is darkness so heavy?” I question.

Darkness has no enemy; it knows no bounds. Light only masks what darkness already knows and it will gladly wait for the glory of return. Darkness does not sneak, it merely is. Why then should I not be afraid? Why does my heart welcome what many fear?

What the (Bleep), Can You (Bleep, Bleep) Thank You

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

I have been sitting here this morning reading the lovely comments on whether to schedule or not and by the way, I have decided to just be free. But I will look at editing my layout when time permits. Thanks Ginny The Sock Monkey, I needed that validation.

Like I said, I have been reading comments and was listening to morning television jibber in the background when a most alarming theme emerged. It made me take notice and ask myself, “What happen to the English language?” Where are these people when I play Scrabble?

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