Sands Of Time

Why was it that sand was used in an hour glass? Was it because of its abundance or perhaps it is due to its quality of timelessness…it is the one thing that makes sense…it is after all where our humble beginnings originated as we were molded into the creatures we are today…

Caught in a whirlwind of sand each grain representing another moment lost, opportunity missed…it is these that I fear the most especially the ones I can no longer remember…I spin round and round until I lose all sense of direction where up is down and down is up suspended in midair with nothing and no one to anchor me…

Hands are constantly extended to me to help me out of this never ending battle but if all I see are hands then how can I simply trust them…how do I not know that they will take me to an even worse place…I need more…

The longer I wait the less hands there are and it seems as if the sands begin a process of cohesion in which they begin to form boulders and ultimately a glass prism with me in the center…unable to shout out or reach anyone that might aid me…with every passing moment the darker it grows in there…it is almost as if the outer shell of the prism begins to absorb and reflect this grotesque darkness…for I watch life continue before my eyes trapped in this crystal maze while people go on never even noticing the truth behind the now obsidian like creation…they marvel in its unsettling outer beauty never truly understanding what beauty it contains …forever locked away in these sands of time

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Trapped, frozen in a time continum...
Unable to move, to speak, to breathe...
Alive yet lifeless...
All that functions is sight and you pray that what you witness is untrue, a lie, a mirage...
Trapped in your own body as this imposter pardes around in your flesh...
Your God given gift...
Claiming posession over you...
Do you accept this as your fate? or do you fight a war against what has now become the familiar, the comfortable, the status quo?
A phantom of your past, a shadow of your future...
how long can you linger?

Ode To A Pimple

*This entry is inspired by actual events (aka the huge ass pimple on the side of my face blocking my peripheral vision)*

Ode to a pimple

Unwanted parasite lingering for periods unknown…

Enhancing my face with pristine heights brilliant colors and a glossy sheen…

Attention seeking whore indeed, for when you appear all eyes shift focus onto you while rooms explode into humming your praises….

“Look at the size of that one” they gasp in awe…

Unwelcome guest…I will play your host no longer….

I will ready my tools of combat…

Fingers for the squeezing…for with them I will surely be victorious

But alas…you are a shrewd opponent for to my dismay I soon discover your own incapacitating powers…

For when I attempt to touch you, you prick with a pain so sudden and shocking it sends lightning bolts of sheer agony jolting my body into submission...reminding me that you still remain...and strong is your will…

Perhaps a blade to slice you off...

Too dramatic...no need for theatrics

And the waiting game ensues…

How long must I live with this monstrosity on my face...

really annoyed now.....i dont know how to make titles for my posts on the sidebar and i also couldnt figure out how to change my links....God i am a technological idiot!! someone...anyone...help

exisiting...

exisiting...

...and then you come to terms with some of your realities...and life becomes more difficult...what do you do when you are not exactly what you are supposed to be....how do you come to terms with yourself when all that you hold dear tells you that you are not normal...that you are not welcome...that you have no place within that world....how can you know yourself when you have defined yourself within a context that doesn't accept you for who you are...do you search for a new place to exist in, one all for yourself?...what do you do when you are not welcome to yourself...that you agree with the rejection of your world....although another more accepting world does exist...one that would welcome you for that rejection but one that will also reject you for all else that you hold dear...what then...caught in between two worlds and yet again not knowing where to exist....

Thoughts floating in my head…

Thoughts floating in my head…

I need them to stop if only for a moment so I can breathe…

Since they won’t…here goes…

Life…

Life is all about choices…there is never a time in our lives that we are not confronted with options…sometimes those option can be both good…both bad… one way or the other…or completely neutral…but nonetheless we have options…It is based on these options and the routes that we choose to follow that our lives end up shaping themselves…at times we don’t realize the ripple effect of these choices and how they may affect the people we love and how sometimes the most mundane and seemingly simplest of choices can have such a profound impact on you, your environment or those in your life…

Money…

Amazing how something that has no real intrinsic value except that which we attach to it as a society can influence us so much….It can make someone worthy feel worthless and at the same time someone worthless feel worth while…

Home…

Home is where the heart is…Such a cliché saying yet one that speaks volumes of truth …A house is nothing more then a shell used to protect you….no matter how lavish it may be without the people it is like a body without a soul…complete yet somehow missing…missing something integral…something unique…something familiar…something alive…It is the people in our lives that constitute our homes…we may have many or few or perhaps even one….but we each have one…sometimes despite our knowledge…its times like these that I remember that though I may not be well to do financially…I am immensely wealthy for I have homes galore…for my heart belongs to so many….and all I can ask in return is that they accept and allow me to occupy their hearts as they occupy mine…Let those that you love know that they have a home with you…for you may become the unexpected catalyst that turns the tide in their favor…Unless you don't want that much of a responsibility then you can just assume thet they know...even if they don't and never will...

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