Is This Me Speaking Out Loud?

Door and window

Door and window (Photo credit: eltpics)

I don’t know why I am writing, or even what I am writing about. Sounds crazy doesn’t it? Well, at this moment, it seems I must be crazy, because my mind is spinning like a top. Maybe this will turn into a story, and maybe I will just end up rambling on.

I feel inside that I am a body, not a person, that has many doors, that people can walk in and out of anytime they want. Some staying for a spell, others taking what they want, and some just stepping one foot in the door to say an unkind word, then rushes out into the world again.

In order for me to be able to cope with the way people treat each other today, I need to have been born in the 1990’s. I need to give up God, and I need to just quit caring about others. This would make my world a lot easier  to live in.

I don’t like having a heart that can be hurt. I don’t like feeling pain from others words. I don’t like the feelings of being stomped on, or made to feel like I am a child who is not grown up enough to make decisions for myself.

I sit here and look outside my circle that I live in, and I see many doors with signs above them. The signs read, fear, lonely, no good, loser, rejection, stress, happy, God. I have walked through each entry, staying in some longer than others.

When are people going to see me for who I am? Why do people today want to think the worst? When are people going to realize that I don’t like being taken advantage of, or pretending that life never ends.

I am weak because I love

I shed tears because I feel

I see your pain and ignore my own

I give from me, because I am real.

Lord, help others to see me for who I am. Let them know that I am only me and no other. Let them see the tear in my eye, or the smile when I place a smile on their face. Let me not hear their hurtful words. Let me hear their love for me. Lord remove the wickedness around me, bring me peace for just today. Lord, I pray, that my actions speak from love and not what I can gain from this world. Let them understand me. Bring peace into others lives. Help me to completely forgive the ones who scorn me, Lord. Forgive me Lord, for those I hurt. I keep my eyes on you Lord, and know that someday this pain will be gone and I will be with you forever.

Thank Goodness I Know How

The computer swallowed grandma.
Yes, honestly it’s  true!

she pressed ‘control and ‘enter’
And disappeared from  view.
It  devoured her completely,
The thought just makes  me squirm.. She
must have caught a virus
Or  been eaten by a worm.

I’ve searched through  the recycle bin
And files of every kind;
I’ve even used the  Internet,

But nothing did I  find.
In  desperation, I  asked Google
My  searches to refine.

The reply from them was  negative,
Not a thing was found  ‘online.’
So, if inside your  ‘Inbox,’
My  Grandma you should see,

Please ‘Copy, Scan’ and  ‘Paste’ her
And send her back to me.

This is a tribute to all  the Grandmas and Grandpas who have been fearless  and learned to use the Computer……….

this seems to be our lives every day


Platitudes make me puke; cliches catch at the corners of my eyes like rogue eyelashes.

Too much crap stuff is repeated, disseminated and shared until it’s like the worn out elastic that actually stinks when you finally pull it out of some old piece of clothing.

For example:

She’ll be right, mate!

Tomorrow is a better day.

Patience is a virtue.

God doesn’t give you any more than you can endure.

The grass is greener.

The grass isn’t always greener.

Chin up!

You will be rewarded in Heaven.

Suffering is good for the soul.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.

Smell the roses.

On the wings of a snow white dove ….

I would much rather read something like this:

Patrick Overton reflects in his poem “Faith”:

When you come to the edge…

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