Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Words

Words can be the most powerful weapon,
Used in battle to tear open heart and mind alike.
Words can give the most soothing relief,
Used for comfort to mend heart and mind alike.
Words can take away any doubt,
Used to confirm and assert heart and mind alike.
Words can be left open to interpretation,
Used by the heart and mind alike.

Speak from the heart,
Hear with the mind.
Speak from the mind,
Hear with the heart.

Choose the time to speak at all,
Take the time to hear always.

Friday, July 02, 2004

Times

There are good days and bad

There are good weeks and bad

There are good months and bad

I'm still not sure which one I am in.

So many times you think you get past something

So many times you find you are wrong.

Times when you think nothing at all

Times when you think all too much.

When you see something that triggers memories better left forgotten

You frown, you cry and wonder when the next turmoil begins.

When you see something that triggers a happy memory

You smile and know that happiness is never far from reach.

Would selective memory be an advantage?