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Sunday 22 December 2013

belittled

I honestly don't believe there is a more suffocating feeling than being belittled, being made to feel small, and stupid and insignificant.

There is no power in crushing those around you who are not strong enough or brave enough to stand under your weight and push against it.

I think this is such a devastating emotion to feel because we spend our whole lives being told to, "Grow Up" or, "Behave Like and Adult." and we get caught up in this race against ourselves to become "Mature". Then one person swoops in with a careless string of words that chokes and destroys everything we've been conditioned to believe an associate as strong, down into piles and piles of rubble. We are suddenly stripped of this facade of strength because we were taught that Adults are strong and Children are weak. We are suddenly made to feel like a child again, a defenseless child being scolded and judged and looked down on.

Its scary to feel so small so quickly when you've grown so comfortable being strong.
Its devastating.

Most of the time its due to an innocent mistake that turned out worse than you thought. A mistake that ends in you being stepped on and squished by people who believe they are more "Adult" than you and therefore believe they hold the power to scold and hurt you.

It is in our nature to protect those who can not do so themselves yet. We look after the well being of our kids as parents, we care about the well being of our pets. We protect our younger siblings fiercely and yet we let other step on each other because we are too scared to speak up against it, "But I don't know her and she is kinda overweight, so why is it my problem?" "He is actually really weird, but hes probably used to being called that by now."

I see no courage in cutting people down. I see no power in stepping on others to "teach" them something.
I see no strength in too many adults stepping on the small to feel big.

Careless words have the ability to wrap their hands around your throat and drown you in airlessness. You would never intentionally suffocate someone, right?
"Suffocate someone? Me? NO! Never. I would never do that"
But it happens. More often than we realize.

Words without thought often end up wrapped around someones throat. Luckily  most people find a way to breathe, a way to escape the tightening tendrils before they die, but for others, it can and is a nuclear bomb going off in their backyard. Your words are so powerful than a nuclear bomb that could completely desecrate a city in less than 10 seconds, leaving toxicity and wastelands for all to find. Nuclear radiation infecting those who survive. Chemicals and monsters following people around 'till the grave. Nightmares of pain and agony seeping through the ground seeking to only poison.

Yes. Your words are more powerful than a nuclear bomb.

There is no courage in cutting people down. There is no power in stepping on others to "teach" them something. There is no strength in too many adults that belittled.

BUT

I see courage in kids who stand up for each other and push against the weight of the people looking to oppress them. I see power in the man who steps up to speak out. I see strength in those who are small and defenseless.

Good Deed To Try Out: Next time you hear someone say something careless and hurtful, stand up and protect the one receiving the pain. It may be the final squeeze that completely stops airflow. It may be the squeeze that ends a life. What have you got to lose by loosening a noose for someone else?

Think about what you want to say. Just think. 


Saturday 21 December 2013

One Day.

one day
a day will come
when we will live again.
a day when love and peace
speed past violence like a train.

one day
a day will come
when kids can be be once more
without the police or parents
protesting at their doors.

one day
a day will come
when all will have a bed
and pillows wont be concrete
for those who lay down their heads.

one day
a day will come
where war and famine are things of the past
and those who need receive
and those who want may fast.

one day
a day will come
when we love and respect
not based on skin or color
but a mutual respect.

One Day
A day will come.
A day of which I can only dream,
That will light up all the darkness
And wash away hurt like water down a stream.
This day will be a blessing,
A blessing in disguise,
For today Can be that day,
If we chose to be alive.

Tuesday 17 December 2013

Written on Skin

"I'm filled with a darkness so consuming it overwhelms me and I can't breathe. My insecurities swallow me up and rip at my flesh and heart, tearing at my skin till I bleed. Maybe I'm the girl you won't ever fix." The tears pooled in her icy blue eyes as she saw her words cut into his soul. 

His heart dropped, and just like a knife being pulled from the gut, she turned and left without so much as a glance back. 

Thursday 12 December 2013

The Zing

A love so perfect, so pure that it overshadows anything else you've ever felt before. A zing comes like an epiphany. Suddenly everything around you crystallizes and you slowly blink away the dull, blurred world and open new eyes to a place so beautiful and wonderful that you have to close them just as suddenly because the sunlight is blinding.

"Two lonely bats crashed in the night...
They felt a zing, love at first sight...
They knew right then they would be husband and wife...
For a zing only happens once in your life."

Finding your zing is like reaching into a pit of shattered glass, and discovering you've grasped onto a tiny purple flower hidden deep within and although when you pull your hand out, it might be cut and bleeding but all you can see is the beauty and wonder in whats happened. In what you managed to grasp.

"Two lonely bats crashed in the night...
They felt a zing, love at first sight...
They knew right then they would be husband and wife...
For a zing only happens once in your life."

Thank you to Hotel Transylvania for this wonderful poem,

Thank you to My Zing for this wonderful feeling.



Sunday 8 December 2013

wanderlust_

She was a wanderer, shy and curious, as her footsteps, painting the sidewalk grey rang out like poetry in the night. She chased after dreams that were torn pieces of paper stuck in a cold breeze. She chased after ideas that were soft kisses on chapped lips.

Thursday 5 December 2013

2 am

2 am knows all my secrets, all my lies and all my fears.
Its filled with darkness that drowns me in the most pleasant way,
And demons that haunt me in my lonely tears.

The morning that is also night, hides its face in the shadows,
The shadows that live between the cracks and crevices of my walls,
Shadows that are more alive than the arrows
Piercing through me, ending lives and wars.

My thoughts consume me in the dead of the night.
The calm silence surrounding my still body grows icy cold,
My insecure heart is torn between hiding and taking flight.

All my walls come crashing down, in a dust cloud of surrender,
As your voice rings out through the dark,
I can feel it there, a tiny flicker, a quick glimmer of a spark,
It illuminates the fog and chases the monsters away.
It helps me remember that through every dark night,
I will be received by an even brighter day.

You are my medicine,
My antidepressant,
You are everything I need,
Because 2 am is my own reflection.