Not knowing where to begin

They lower their heads with a pitiful sigh. Time has abandoned them. Questioning looks, glazed over eyes. Where was the preparation? Damn teachers, they taught us nothing. Never; I didn’t listen! Wrong advice, sleep at night Hmmm. Do I even know this language? What does it mean? I have no voice! I am trapped like those around me. Starting to sweat! I need air! Just one word could help me! But nothing! I am alone! I stare at the roof for musing. The ticking! The countdown! The pressure is on! Why is my brain not moving? I start to fidget, drop my pen. I hear a ruffled paper, A sheltered whisper gets to my head Thank God for distant saviours! I’m on my way; I hit the page, my pen a speeding force. I know what say, I am on my way. I can see the end. I have a brain; I’ve done the task, God my teacher rocks. But without a nudge I would be in the sludge and my exam would have been lost!

Wisdom of small things

I love you- three little words, wasted in the same breath as a blow. It was not that you said them; but the mistakes you tried to correct. Fear and distrust I carried inside, and pain was attached to- those three little words. Through life I travelled, rebellious, withdrawn. Loneliness - my only protector. It was innocence that carried cupids bow. To teach me the love I am supposed to know. Am I capable? Together - baby and I, we taught, we learned. Our blossoming bond is now forever. How can one so small break down the barriers, to deliver (through pain and hate) the greatest gift of all...LOVE.

STRANGER THY FATHER

I fear our next encounter; haunted by your sight. Your presence penetrates my heart like a knife. Your not a man but an intruder, forcing your way, judge and juror. Hand down your penalty, much we must take. Abrasions, contusions, are your biggest mistake. Hugs and kisses, only come from jerks, "I LOVE YOU - I'M SORRY", your BANDAIDS don't work. Brute force. Torn at the seams. Dare to move. Dare to scream. Noise not permitted, take, it be silent. Withhold your tears in his judgement. Is there a thin line between DISLIKE and HATE? Can you define where one begins and the other one waits.

The Mind

Who decides who lives and who dies? Why are some tortured and others not? Has one child never cried? Do you realise the damage you create? To extend violence, and blame your past is not accepted. Excuses, excuses, take responsibility. Don't excercise, that which you received, remember how you felt. Do not blame, they taught you what not to do. the only way to succeed is to learn from others mistakes. Open your eyes. lead, don't follow.

Mother

Perhaps the fear will pass, they say time heals all wounds, but wounds of the heart Assurance is not enough, though some find happiness in delusion. When reality brings the forgotten fear back, and slaps you hard, Do you stay or leave? Have not the cries and pleas of children, penetrated your ears and touched your heart? Are you so withdrawn and so accepting, you can ignore, only to live and love TERROR? Do the important things enter your head, only to disappear as fear constricts the mind Can you escape? Do you dare to risk such thought? Or just avoid any possibility, that you can make it safely? And SURVIVE.

muscular emotion

pumping in my chest is the sustainable energy that flows and determines the senses, it is the enigma of the soul, the conflict of the mind and the ocean of passion, it is often interrupted by the turmoil of others and the delicate attachments you hold dear it can break you and make you shine it is instantaneous and uncontrollable it is the cause of rage and fear that nothing nuclear can compare yet it is the most gentle and forgiving instrument when pressed upon by love and generosity tenderness is the key to its blinding intensity it is the most powerful weapon in both known and unknown realms used for annihilation and protection too often misused and abused rarely allowed to smile Posted by Blue Frog