Blending in,
For now everyone
Has the traits
That used to mark me
As unique.
My idiosyncrasies
Are now community,
Nothing new or remarkable
In my mind today.
Was individual,
And even slightly weird,
Now everyone does
What i began.
So now i sit
And slightly sigh.
For looking around,
And dreaming that I
Could return to the time
When I was unique
Just once more.
My work in process, Elizabeth, is split between two different times. The first is 1494. Now i can keep it historically accurate. I have done the research. However, I am running into a flow issue… as well as a language synaptic issue. I know where i want to carry the story. It will be a romantic adventure circling around two women in the same family a century apart. I have posted the first chapter. I have chapter two written. It’s the third chapter where things fall apart.
. I wonder if it would be better just to write the story then go back and edit the language. I am not sure I really want to have the complete historical accuracy anyway. The language back then was extremely dry and wordy. Thus far I have only kept a slight accuracy. This story has been a W.I.P. for over 20 years. It would be nice to finally finish it.
Before I climb any soap box, I am a mother. I am not perfect. I firmly believe each child and each family are different. So even though my daughter is twelve, we allow her some media (movies, shows, music, books and video games) that is probably not “age appropriate .” She is more mature is some areas than others. So if the rating is for violence or vulgarity, I don’t worry about her. Her whole life, I have kept a close rein on what she watched. She has had leeway to choose.
She chooses horror, zombies and anime, hard rock, and rpg(shooter style). We talk to her. She understands that these are not reality. So we do tend to be less restrictive. I try to guide her towards intelligent programs. Towards a love of music that encompasses all music. Towards an open mind where media is concerned. I have succeeded and failed. After all, her father and her friends are influences as well.
The reason i am rambling, there have been a few instances where I have been accused of not being a good parent because I let her watch anime and play certain video games. I believe my child should have a chance to make her own choices ( to an extent). I keep away stuff that is heavily sexual. Blatantly sexual is more than i think she is ready for. I have forbidden only a couple of video games( gta5, south park stick of truth) and I don’t forbid music or books( most books with questionable content are still above her reading interest level for now ).
Very few shows are disallowed( got, banahee…basically stuff you would see on hbo, showtime or cinemax…) and it’s only if sex is open and blatant. Mind you not all kids are as mature as her. Some see violent or scary and have nightmares. She does not.
Really parenting is as much about knowing what will and will not be appropriate for your child as it is teaching them how to live. People who take their kids and let them watch a movie then complain about the content just ruin it for everyone. Know your kids, and be aware of what you are letting them be exposed to. It’s not that hard.
I spoke the truth
In a tiny voice,
I spoke the truth
To be told i lied.
I hang my head
in utter shame,
For i spoke the truth,
And you turned away.
I shook my hands,
With a frustrated cry,
Trying to just be heard.
I spoke the truth,
I did not lie.
I was brave,
Though inside i feared,
I spoke the truth,
It was denied.
How can i believe
That i will be safe?
For all is how he said,
I spoke the truth,
No one heard.
Grown and wary,
Weak and weary.
Haunted by what
Cannot ever be undone.
I spoke the truth,
When will i be
Believed?
Stolen from Facebook, was stolen by someone else from tumbler. Too funny not to share.
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There’s room at the inn,
But I have no money to pay.
The world is cold tonight,
And I have no place to stay.
No I am not lazy,
Nor too awful crazy.
Things just really have not
Been going my way.
My stomach is a growling,
My head has been a spinning,
Yet not a bite can I find
For me to eat.
No jobs available for me to find,
Want a hand up?
must be outta my mind.
There’s room at the inn,
But I’ve no money to pay.
Searching within,
Trying just to see
The worth in me.
Silencing the voice
Deep within
Telling me,
Each and every
One of the flaws
Lest i forget.
Some days it’s easier
Some days i fail.
Still each day
Awaken and arise
Each day i search.
Never giving in,
Never giving up.
Someday the voice
I will cease.
My own worth
I will see.
You see me
As internet celebrity,
With no sign of lifestyle
Truth in chains.
Not one person
Really knowing me,
Hidden behind an easy profile.
According to you,
Written with naught
But imagination and lies.
Could it be?
that it’s you who
doesn’t see?
Who does not know
The real me?
quietly hiding,
From what you never
Tried to see.
Deeply imbedded
Within us.
Before i start down this road, let me explain. My music tastes are eclectic, in the extreme. I really am all over the spectrum. I listen to classical, country, rock, pop, jazz, reggae, hip-hop, even the occasional rap song. Although i do take moods where i pick a genre or theme. I am always looking for new songs to listen to.
Now that being said there is some amazing music out. I was looking tonight into “girl power ” songs. Sarah maclachlan, Kelly Clarkson, halestorm…etc. I am knocked speechless by the way some of the songs that i find speak my life so clearly. As a writer I wonder if it means everything i can imagine has already been done. However there is peace in knowing someone out there understands….
Oh my. Sorry, premature publication. Lol. Beauty is really a difficult topic. After all each person sees it differently. For me beauty is contained within an intelligent mind. Society has some tough standards on beauty, always changing. The cruelty of judgment that goes along with not meeting that standard of beauty has always been harsh.
The torture tools that are expected to use are barbaric to say the least. And while some of them can be fun, at the same time it’s a shame that we are made to feel bad for not being what society says beauty is.
Darkness hidden
Intellect divine,
Beauty displayed
Society is blind.
Bliss illusions
dreams sublime.
Must have beauty,
No matter the cost.
Meet the required
Hope is left behind.
Pattimouse 