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My Door
I’d open that door, but I’m scared.
You see, that is no ordinary door. It’s my door.
Gold and silver wrapped around each other like vines, but no thorns.
There are enough on the other side. I hope they don’t nick you.
There’s a lot I hope doesn’t hurt you.
You see, my door may look beautiful and bright, but what it opens to is an
anomalous world.
Will that frighten you? You, who thinks they know everything about my door.
Where it came from, How it was made, What it leads to…
But what if you were wrong? What if everything you thought was wrong?
Would you still appreciate the door, my door?
You may be wrong, but there is no need for distance. My intentions were not of
deceit, I promise you. The door, my door is still the same one you looked upon
all those years ago. It’s just changed.
I’ve changed and where you thought it led was a dream of your own making.
Now, I wish you to see, but will you promise me something?
Once you open my door, walk all the way through and do not close it.
Promise me.
Promise me, for I fear it may not open again.
There are things that frighten even me about my door.
It’s of my creation and That is what I fear most.
5 Ways To Deal With Stress Instead Of Curling Up In A Ball
As you get older it’s impossible to not stress about relationships, finances, and life in general. Stress it seems, is part of life and you can either learn to manage it or curl up in a ball and let life pass you by. Even though sometimes I want to do the latter, I put on my big girl pants and try to not stress. As stress can come from anything and everything, managing stress also comes in various forms. What causes stress for one person won’t be the same for everyone. I can say that as I’ve gotten older, I know my stress triggers and have found a few methods that don’t involve curling up in a ball.
Music
Blasting obscenities or smooth relaxing beats, its your prerogative. I haven’t met a person who doesn’t love music, so put on your headphones and let the music wash away the stress.
Take A Nap
Fifteen minutes or thirty minutes, it’s all good.
Let me tell you a secret, sleep can work wonders. Grab your pillow, grab your blanket because you’re going nap away that stress.
Video Games
Ok, I admit that I find killing aliens with plasma guns very cathartic. If you’re like me and find letting some aggression out helps with stress, get the Xbox and pop in some Halo for an hour of alien butt-kicking.
A Good Book
When I’m feeling the all too familiar tingle of stress, I immediately reach for one of the thousands of books littered around my house. I’m kidding, I don’t have thousands of books, more like hundreds. While I may or may not be kidding, reading is a great stress reliever as your mind is focused on reading every word and sooner than you know it you’re transported into the story.
Baking
Or cooking, your choice.
Not everyone is great in the kitchen and baking may not be your forte, but give it a try. If you’re a kitchen newbie, follow a basic box recipe like chocolate chip cookies, it’s hard to mess up. Just like the saying, “it’s not about the destination but the journey,” so is baking. Keeping your hands and mind busy on the task at hand has a great calming effect. Plus, you get to eat what you made, so it’s a win-win situation.
Snapshot
Capture this moment. Right now.
You can start, but you can’t finish
You need variations in color from Cobalt to Orange.
Layout below the sunset in the warm grass.
Slip your fingers through the air.
Jump into the pond and take a sip.
Caress the Dahlia’s petals, the black ones too.
Dip your finger into the sunset and dream.
Carry that dream like a soft summer
Breeze. Don’t think, just dream and
Capture this moment like a
Snapshot.
Night Shadows
Upon the bright star filled midnight
In the darkened shadowed hollow,
Headless horseman Harry poorly
lived, watching the running children,
searching for his missing blonde head.
One by one by on they do play,
golden green-eyed Fay Morringday,
glowing blonde hair Harry did see,
a fair good head to sit upon
Headless Harry’s steady shoulders.
By the sunken sun the horseman,
Of the darkened cave did he ride
What is the best cutting method
for easily slicing a neck,
a neck so delicate and pure
Only a child, a child so sweet,
slice once and true, double-handed
will do, with blood so tart running.
running down her lovely cream neck,
green-eyed Fay Morringday did die.
Mondays
Driving
Just as a kaleidoscope shifts
Our minds brighten, our eyes
sharpen. That definite point, that
peak between two ridges becomes
foreign. We no longer take comfort
in the road signs passing us by, telling
us what’s ahead. Naturally we know, we
have always known its inevitability.
Sunrise
A sunrise can be the end of yesterday and the start of today.
It’s the first and last chapter.
Grief
“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep swallowing.”
-C.S. Lewis (A Grief Observed)
Please Stop
It’s a silent churning
Soundless waves
Crashing the shores
Of my brain
Please stop.
It’s a building pressure
Exhaling in puffs
While concrete blocks tumble
Into my lungs
Please stop.
It’s an endless tick
Tiny sporadic jerks
As spiders crawl
Through my skin
Please stop.
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