"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
David Whyte
This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.
AnotherDreamer That is funny although it may be embarrassing and tragic to you. You could elaborate and make a story of it in the comedy genre. Kåre เลียม Enga Yes, I can see how rumors can hurt a person. Sorry it happened to you, too.
I'm not a drama queen nor am I a calm personality. I'm high energy which some people find challenging. That energy level is what keeps me going. I agree calm centers can be quite deceiving.
I fell for a rumor recently. WHY I didn't fact check it knowing the source, I can't say. But, my brother, reading from his phone, said...."Now they did it."
Did what?
They put a male in the female boxing ring at the Olympics and he killed a girl."
"WHAT?"
I freaked out and wrote a letter to the board at the Olympics. A rant. After hitting send, I googled it. That never happened! The guy IS a girl.... and ....no one died.
Hillary's emails are a good example of unfounded rumors based partially on truth (the emails existed) that made it even harder to debunk... even 8 years later. How much harm did it do? We'll never know.
I've been accused of this-and-that more than once. Folks tried to breakup friendships and labelled me in the process... I left after the third or fourth incident. I didn't go back.
The result? I trust strangers with greater ease than those who should have known me best.
Use these words in your blog: door, burst, horizon, cliche and gravestones. Have fun!
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such a cliche sight
for when I go out the door
I see gravestones
walking on the road
because "We Cannot
Stop for Death"
and on the horizon
gray clouds burst,
motioning we all fade
away, out of the way
since birth
and we forget
or do not get that
all stories end
sooner or later.
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May 12
In the span of ten minutes you've broken a mirror, walked under a ladder and spilled salt. Obviously, I'm trying to trigger.....
It's your blog, have fun.
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memories like gnats
buzz around my head
since I've just broken a mirror,
and spilled salt on the cut
of my finger
to escape the omens and hide
I run outside to hear
the low snoring sound of
the tide, then I walk under
your invisible ladder and my heart
makes a thumping sound
recalling your
final laughter like spun sugar,
melting and sinking
into me
so I raise my cut finger
to heavens and say,
"No one else is to blame, and
what a shame!
This is all your doing!"
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