A time will come,
When we’ll fade away-
Ashes to dust;
Bones to soil;
The sun will set,
Lands will be bare;
The earth will shake,
And man will fade.
It’s inevitable,
The collapse of our sun;
Till then all we’ve got,
Is it’s rising at dawn;
The chance to use up,
This light and it’s glow-
Do good; be good
Before the light becomes blurred.
For writer’s quote Wednesday (Saturday), I found this amazing quote by Melinda Haynes. And surprisingly, I have never heard of this quote prior to now. It resonated with me the minute I read it, and I knew I had my writer’s quote. I know that being published or having a best seller matters to a lot of people but we all need a reminder every once in a while that they are not ‘all’ that matter. Write for yourself, be satisfied with that writing, appreciate it and you know, the buyers/ readers will come running. I hope this quote inspires you as much as it has me.
Thank you Melinda
If you’d to participate in Writer’s quote Wednesday or would love to read more inspirational quotes, then head over to Silver threading where she is hosting this event.
Today, I was contemplating about writing a post on anxiety or my relationship with OCD and then I heard the news of ‘another’ bomb blast in my home country Nigeria. I realized what I would love to read at a time like this is not another somber inspirational story or a heart gripping tear- tale, what I need Is laughter, humor, joy, happiness. They say sleep and laughter are the best medication for anything. Considering sleep doesn’t come so easily, I’d go with laughter.
I did a thorough search through my images and found a picture I hope would put a smile on your faces too. Bad things happen, bad things are happening and the sad part is bad things ‘will’ happen. Hopefully this picture (s) would put a smile on your faces too. And if the first picture doesn’t, there are two more which I hope would do the trick. 😉
Is it working? Smiling yet? 🙂
Btw, I apologize for the length. And I hope you are all smiling now :). Wishing you all a laughter filled weekend.
We live in a bi-polar world,
With freedom ill defined;
They urge for you to speak your voice,
Yet shut you the moment it’s out.
They say you’re free to speak
From within-
The words burning deep in your skin;
So You spit them out expecting appease-
That moment, they break you
And your humanity.
“But freedom of speech is what we practice”-
Oh honey, they chew and sweeten their speech;
And try yes they will, to numb your ‘will’-
Your speech ends up just how they will;
Oh yes there’ll be expression,
Loads of them;
But the freedom in question?
Has gone in despair;
So you speak bulk of thoughts
But with a seasoned prisoned mind-
And the freedom you once had,
Had been lost in the wind.
Words will be said;
Thoughts expressed;
With lack of freedom-
Bare as stiff air.
You know the saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words would never hurt me,” yeah well it’s crap. Words do hurt and they hurt real bad.
Recently I was told something based on assumptions and even though it was said out of care, it hurt me. It didn’t hurt me but more like angered me in a way. I have been eating healthy for the past few months. Dumped the cakes, sodas and chocolates for fruits and fresh juices and healthier alternatives. I wouldn’t say I didn’t snack, I did, but just on a regulated basis. Rather than take 3 drinks in a day, I down sized to one.
But this month, I have been eating. Especially during my last period, I ate like a hog (well almost like one). And, I didn’t really mind. I mean, I believe it’s okay every once in a while. Yet for some reasons, the weight isn’t showing on my body (which I also don’t mind 😉 ).
So a friend of mine, “suggested” that I was conscious of my weight and drastically losing weight and I look Sick. She didn’t say it that way, these are my words but that was what it implied. The statement flared up some emotions in me because, one- she didn’t live with me so she wouldn’t know and two- it was false. Some may say if it isn’t true then why the emotions, trust me, if I knew, I wouldn’t be writing this. The thing is when I was slightly overweight, it didn’t really bother me (and this is a fact) so, why should my weight bother me now.
I know, it says Writer’s quote wednesday and today is well, Saturday. In my defense, it was all school work that caused the delay. Okay, so for this week’s writer, I chose Louisa May Alcott. One of the greatest writers that ever lived (In my opinion). Her book “Little Women; Good wives” resonated with me and still, to this day, my heart beats a little softer at the thought of it. This is another book I believe every girl should read.
As writers, we all have our goals and aims. For some it’s to create a New York Times best selling novel and for others, it’s to get at least 15-20 blog likes on a chapter. Still, these are dreams we have and wishes we hope come true, regardless of how realistic or unrealistic they seem to other people. But how many of us strongly believe that we can achieve these dreams?
Those who wish upon stars do so because they believe that the wishes would come true. The same goes for writing. Wishing and believing go hand in hand. We shouldn’t just wish for things to happen or for books to become hits or to complete those daunting chapters; we should also believe with everything bone in our body that the chapters would be complete and the books would be hit. The combination of dreams and Belief works wonder in writing and every other aspect of life as well.
So, how about we make new resolutions with better intentions 😉 ? To not just “wish” for our works to be successful but “believe” that they will be. To not just wish for our writings to get better but to the passionately believe that they will get better.
sticks & stones
If you’d to participate in Writer’s quote Wednesday or would love to read more inspirational quotes, then head over to Silver threading where she is hosting this event.
Till Next Time 🙂
In this Moment,
I re-affirm to strive;
Flout the ropes,
Holding me back.
Cherish each moment,
Despite the stars-
Falling beside me,
Burning the ground;
So, I ignore them,
And look to the clouds;
Look to the trees,
With birds perching around;
Gaze at the frills,
On their colorful feathers
And awe at the beauty
Which most disregard.
Despite the burning stars,
Falling to the ground-
The birds are unhinged,
And now so am I.
If they can ignore,
the storm in the sky-
Then so can I
Then so will I.
Image courtesy of: http://www.lymingtonchurch.org.uk
Some of you may know who Shel Silverstein is, some of you may not; but I dare say that most of you have come across his works at least once. I, also had read one or two of his poems prior to date, but never went in depth on his works. Today, as I was scrolling through (binging on) Pinterest, I saw one of his poems and then, one thing led to another (as always) and I found myself reading about a dozen of them. I save my flattery for special works and his is one of them.
Shel Silverstein poems many categorize as “Children’s genre” but I wouldn’t say I agree. The manner with which his simple words echo even in the mind of an adult is amazing. His poetry is welcoming for all ages. It speaks of life in the simplest words (I see why they categorize it as- for children), you find yourself nodding subconsciously in agreement to the lessons his poetry speaks.
And well, if you happen to have kids that love poetry, I would totally recommend his poetic works. He proves again and again that you don’t need big flashy words and metaphors (that many wouldn’t understand) to make a beautiful poem.
In case you think I am all words and no action, here are a few of his works or rather my favorite from among his poems. I believe you’ll fall in love with them too.
Which is your favorite from among these? Mine is ‘Masks’. Feel free to share any of his works that you find absolutely incredible in the comments section. 🙂
Tomorrow-
Is but a mystery;
And today-
We’re still unravelling;
The past-
Has left it’s scars and pricks;
But the future-
We hope it’ll be,
Better still.
And so worry-
Only makes you weak;
And weary, distant
From your dreams;
Curb it, clip it,
Before it sprouts
A garden;
And all you’re left-
Tugging at weeds.
This is a story
I have never told;
There was a little girl,
She was eight years old;
Alone in the backyard,
Acting a play or so;
Unaware of the stalker,
Hiding in plain clothes.
And he came;
And she smiled;
And he asked-
“Can I help you find?”
Innocent,
And naive-
She replied,
“I need broken shards”
And the next,
Thing she knew-
He had forced her
To the grove;
And his tongue
Down her throat,
The little girl helpless
On her own.
But her Lord-
Oh, he never fails;
Sent her sister
to her aid;
Sister came-
Stalker was gone;
Sister never knew-
What happened along.
Little girl,
felt relieved;
Didn’t understand
What stalker did.
But the lady,
Little girl grew into-
Distraught by memories of,
The boy in the grove.
Randoms by a Random 