Censorship


There simply is a time and place

To show the sides of your writer’s face.

I tend to post it all too quick

From beautiful to really sick

But sometimes I need a gentle remind 

That some of it should be held behind

The doors that only a few people see

Some might be better only for me.

That doesn’t mean I’m being fake

There’s only so much the world can take.

So I will try to keep a lid

On the writings that are better hid

Behind the public social wall

The view available to all.

Self-censorship is something I can do

Whether the piece is fake or true. 

I’ll have a secret writing mind

And leave the controversy behind.

Sisters 


  

Keep your voice down!

I don’t think she heard us.

You better hope not, or we’re in big trouble.

She wouldn’t tell.

Yes she would! She always tells.

Even if she did tell, we haven’t done anything yet.

She’ll wait until we do, and then tell.

Maybe we should let her in on it.

She won’t do it, she’s too scared.

Yeah, but maybe she will keep from telling if she thinks she’s in on it.

It doesn’t matter if she’s in on it or not. She always tells.

Ok, fine. So when are we going to do it?

Girls, come down here this instant!

Told you she’d tell…

Mindfulness


My legs spasm with pain.

I struggle to sleep.

I talk to my pain,

Like a mother to her child.

You are my body.

I hear your agony.

My heart fills with compassion.

My dear one, I am here for you.

You don’t have to scream.

I am here for you.

You are not my enemy.

I am here for you.

You need my attention.

I am here for you.

You are my pain.

I will heed your calls.

I will tend to you kindly.

You are a part of me,

As are my eyes, my lungs, my heart.

You are my precious pain

And I am here for you.

If you knew…


If you knew something, if you could do something…

Something that would save your loved ones years of pain

Something that would make each day more meaningful

Something that they might one day understand

Something that would make everything you did more valuable

Would you act? If it meant giving yourself an expiration date? Should you act for the better good? Is it presumptuous to determine this, or is it honesty, a glimpse of reality?

Mentally ill Cyborgs?


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mental illness
n.noun
Any of various conditions characterized by impairment of an individual’s normal cognitive, emotional, or behavioral functioning, and caused by social, psychological, biochemical, genetic, or other factors, such as infection or head trauma.

cyborg
n.noun
A human who has certain physiological processes aided or controlled by mechanical or electronic devices.

The Hobbler
n.noun
Verifiably mental ill individual. Composed of a variety of human and mechanical elements.

I’m having surgery Friday. Medication pump. A little scary, but the thought of going insane is the really scary part. Can you imagine what it feels like to see yourself losing your mind? It’s terrifying.

On the plus side, I already have a psychiatrist and a neurosurgeon, so maybe I’ll make it. Not so sure about the rest of the world. Psycho cyborgs aren’t usually the good guys in the movies.

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Holiday reminder


As we celebrate the season with our friends and families (you know, the ones who drive us crazy), I thought we could all use a little reminder of what Christmas is really all about.

Bitterness.
Full of pain.
No
Peace in life.
Time wasted on regrets.
No
Freedom.
Hate.
Desire to never
Forgive.

I think I like it better backward.

Forgive.
Never to desire
Hate.
Freedom.
No
Regrets on wasted time.
Life in peace.
No
Pain of full
Bitterness.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Hobbling Around the Issues: Assisted Suicide


There are some things in life that are difficult for me to understand. This issue is one of them.

I can’t understand why it is ok to put our dog out of its misery when it is old and can hardly eat, but when it comes to our grandfather…well, that’s just inhuman. We explain to our kids how “the right thing to do” is to put our cat down after being hit by a car, but when our loved one can only speak long enough to beg us to help them go quickly…we are appalled by the thought of “murdering” them.

We (as a society) say that it is okay to have an abortion, but when our own grandmother, who has lived a long, full, dignified life is now unable to control her bowels and bladder, not to mention her mind…it is best to just clean her up and pretend that she wants to exist as long as possible in a hospital room that she is frightened of each morning.

On movies and in reality, we often hear people say “at least he/she died doing what he or she loved.” Meanwhile, the father who gave 30 years of his life in service to our country is in so much pain that he can’t even see or hear his kids because his head is thrown back in screams of horror…it would have been okay if he died in the war, but we are going to make his life as long as possible here on our soil.

It is one thing when our loved one wants to fight, wants to live, tries to deal with the pain since it means they can still see their family and friends, etc.

When people are in horrible pain; when they are scared of each new day and in brief moments of sanity, beg us to kill them; when days or weeks of helpless humiliation are all they have left before they pass away…how can we ignore the real issue and only focus on serving our own purposes. Are we really that selfish? If you think the quality of life is not important…well, I don’t understand that.

Maybe you can help…

Hours shopping for 10 minutes of unwrapping?


I have just wasted the weekend. Well, I say wasted, but some might call it “shopping around” or “expertly sniffing through a million prices that change every day so you have no idea if you should go ahead and buy … Continue reading