Manic Monday Musings #7

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For many of us, Monday's can be a very dreary day that we must make it through to survive. I want to help break up the manic Monday's that drive us insane. Here, I present to you some of my favorites from the last week or so. Enjoy, process, relax and forget about the world racing around you a million miles and hour. It won't take much of your time, but I think we all need a way to unwind and just forget about everything else for just a few minutes.
Say hello to these wonderful people! They need our love too! :heart:


pleas don't register with the earplugged deafMaybe I was made to be broken.  While being created, my manufacturer decided to install a faulty sense of judgment, so I would always select people to hang around who made it their sole purpose in life to hurt me.  But I would never know until it was too late, and I was bleeding oil and love on the ground, ignored by those who crossed their hearts and held their fingers crossed behind their backs in promise. 
I’ve heard almost every variation of the vow, and yet I fall for it every time. 
 
I’ll never hurt you.
I’d rather die than hurt you.
I promise I’ll always be there for you.
Of course I’m your best friend!
I would do anything for you.
I’d die for you.       
That’s probably because it comes gift-wrapped in a shiny new package, and I’m lured in by the appeal.  My mind assumes, it will be different this time around.  My heart
where is my songbirdi. constants
naivete at the forefront,
thrust willingly into apathetic fervor

ii. men
chemistry dictates illness
but god is the cure-all

iii. cities
rustic to metropolis
every vile crevice between

iv. lighthouses
shores do not exist any more
v. variables
the hook, line, sinker (death)
sentence




schoolthe rule was,
nobody allowed back in
until the bell rang,
no exceptions.
it was an especially harsh
winter and
that day snow
and wind
kept anybody from
seeing past the school grounds.
a boy had left his coat
inside
and stood in a t-shirt
shivering in a brick alcove
near the door.
one by one
we noticed him
huddling there,
and one by one
on individual
yet identical purposes
we each went over
and stood around him,
keeping the wind off.
we breathed on him
and rubbed his arms
and a couple girls
even took turns
hugging him
to warm him up.
all the dumb, petty
cruelties
so often in force
in the small
unsuspecting world
of children
simply weren’t there
as we managed
to grasp something
enormous
inside ourselves.
as the bell rang
and we escorted
the boy to the door,
we encouraged him
to forget his coat
again
during the next recess--
we had experienced
something,
it wasn’t a game
but it felt like we had won
and we wanted to hold on
to it
for as long as
we could.
AlgebraMrs B started every class
by reading a few jokes
It was an early morning
class so it was bittersweet
we held off the actual work
as long as possible
but the joke-time never lasted
that long
Still we appreciated it
and did our best
not to give her a hard time
One morning she didn't show
then a day went by
then another
Substitutes kept up the tradition
of joke-reading
but they didn't have her talent
for timing or her ridiculous
but genuine
sense of humor
We learned later that week
that her husband
had killed a man
They were duck-hunting
on the bayou
in a small boat
and as Mr B stood
firing shot after shot
in an arc following a couple ducks
headed for the safety of the treeline
his friend
for no apparent reason
suddenly stood up
interrupting the arc
facing the birds
and Mr B
blew his head off
People were drawn
to the edge of the water
by frantic screams
"I've shot him
he's dead
help me
please"
Mrs B was back
a week later
and she spent joke-time
explaining what happened
how she was helping


1:00 a.m.I sleep in a pool of black mist,
Drifting through emptiness and chaos,
Feeling the dead trees creeping through my skin,
The warmer it gets the more my head aches.
I can't sleep tonight and I drown in the black mist,
Drifting and becoming apart of the chaos,
I can feel the dead trees growing in my chest,
The warmer it gets the more I weep.
Tonight I sleep for all eternity in this black mist,
Drifting forever away from everything,
I became apart of the dead trees growing around these stones,
The warmer it gets the more I'm gone.
Reading LipsIt's far too quiet here,
The silence haunting me and creeping further in,
When the moon shrouds the sky in darkness
I can no longer hear the wind howling
Or the crickets singing.
When the sun shatters the darkness into an ocean
I can no longer hear the birds waking the air in song
Or my mother going downstairs to start her day.
I remember when the sounds of life were apparent,
It was wonderful and awful and loud and soft and sweet and more.
I guess you really don't know what you have until it's gone...


Duplicity lies in more than just lightHe thinks: I will keep you like a dirty secret under my tongue that no-one will know, but everyone can just about taste, can feel the answers and questions burn at the tip of their tongue but never be able to verbalise.
I will lock you into my marrow, let you fester in my bones and when I fall one day and break an ankle, I might just scream your name.
I will knead you into the dough of my skin, diluted and spread so thin that most people will look straight through you, and those that look too closely will not be able to quite discern the rope-veins criss-crossed across the back of your hand, the hard line of your eye-brows, the clock-hands turning in your palms telling you how much time you’re wasting with a stop-out like me. You will be the trophy I keep hidden at the back of the shelf, the notch at the top of my bedpost, my fondest memory. You will be the one that got away while I am the one that never should have been.
I will remember the sweet scent of victory every time your
Mona Lisa smilingLet’s talk about wanting to fall apart;
Let’s talk about over-riding the one instinct
we all have in common,
survival.
Let’s talk about not wanting to get out of bed
for a day,
two days,
a week.
Let’s talk about timing the whole day to have
the least amount of social contact.
Let’s talk about faking smiles more than not,
about inwardly grimacing every time someone asks
“you seem quiet today, what’s wrong?”
because how can you explain that for some reason
this whole spinning aimlessly around the sun thing has
gotten tedious and the only spinning you seem to
be doing is out of control.
(but there is a reason, one that stretches beyond
the oh-your-parents-divorced-what-a-shame and the
oh-your-dad-wasn’t-exactly-what-we-expected and the
oh-your-life-hasn’t-been-easy-well-maybe-you-got-through-the-worst-things-first)
because I can’t see an end to the worst things and my bad luck
is coming in ninety-nines.
Let’s talk abo


glass bones and paper skinShe had always been a smidgen short
of something whole and he was never
broken to begin with.
Except sometimes they sort of were
entirely, irreparably, miserably, broken.
Where are you going?
Where are you going, where I can't follow?
And that, she finds for all of her brilliance and prodigal logic,
is something she couldn't answer.
It sort of scares her, a little,
when she thinks about it at night.
Especially when there's no one to see her,
and the only thing that touches her
is the inky darkness of her room.
Other things scare her too.
The thought of her name sprawled across a grave,
broken beyond repair. Yet, he is her line to humanity;
His smiles are her air.
He is all essence.
Yet, he bothers her in a way she didn't know
she could be bothered. They were oil and water;
open but couldn't fit.
She wonders if that's how he felt about it.
He still is everything, prodding at her mind.
He will always be everything.
Because he reminds her.
He reminds her of who she was before she was
DuskStars melt and flood the
night sky, lighting the way to
untold days ahead.




59I accompanied her this time,
As she returned to her garden.
I watched as the Moon descended
'pon the tips of her wings,
Extended into the air
Of the night.
And the stars shone brighter there
Than anywhere in the world.
The very face of the cosmos
Painted across her wings.
Each feather held a thousand stars.
The countless lights and countless worlds.
And as I basked in its glory
I wondered if we,
If this world,
Could ever shine like that.
Footprints in the Snow
Footsteps in the snow
Leading where we go
Back from where we came
Footprints in the snow
Stepping in the throe
Heavy on the toe
Where have you been?
Where will you go?
Follow
Follow
The footprints in the snow
Treading through the cold
Heading where you know
The blood will better flow
Leaving footprints in the snow
Each one a breadcrumb stowaway
Leading every follower in toe



Submission-Okay, breathe-
In and out, right?
Just one in...
...then one out.
Repeat.
Ignore the slightly blurred lines.
Forget the dark spots threatening to invade my line of sight.
-Breathe-
-I don't know how-
My chest-it feels so tight.
My lungs are too confined.
Resist the urge to undress.
It never really helps.
And yet, my hands tug at my shirt.
They grasp the fabric over my breasts.
-Please-
-Some one save me-
My mouth gaps open.
I can feel the air choking in my throat.
The sound is heavy all around me.
Maybe if I close my eyes...
Looking at the darkness inside my own mind.
The small silver splashes of light- sparkles.
-It's crawling inside-
-Clawing, clawing to be free-
Quiet cannot invade this place I'm in.
I've lost my map to Wonderland.
The loudness surrounds, clanking.
Like the sound of a bell tower...
It rings and tolls the passing.
Time is forgotten.
-I beg-
-Give me silence-
Hot, wet and salty-
They have escaped their co
MicahBaby's feet go pitter-pat.
Not today.



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Thank you so, so very much for the faves and the feature!! :tighthug: :heart: