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I’m trying to figure it out
I’m trying to get past
The grumpiness and the sullen attitude
And the dislike coming from you
I’m trying to be
The nicest person I can be
And I’m trying my best
To do everything right
But it’s hard
Getting past all those walls
Knowing roughly why you’re doing it
And watching you being so nice to others
I know you don’t care how I feel
Or that I’m still new to this
And trying to learn lots at once
I hope one day I get through
How do we detect bravery
Without mentioning fear?
How are we meant to shine a light
If we cannot write what we see?
How are we meant to do our job
If it’s censored so heavily?
Return to where you’ve come from
What of you’re trying to escape
From that place
Or the person you used to be?
Return to the place it started
What if it doesn’t help you
Move on with your life?
What if it does absolutely nothing?
Return to your roots
What if your roots aren’t good enough?
What are they going to do?
Would it even help?
My Idea of Love
Spending time with someone
Giving hugs and kisses
Caring about another person
And not being judgmental
Of them and their personality
It’s not all about
You and only you
Someone’s happiness also counts
In your own life
Love can do that
Here are the rules:-
1. Write about LOVE in ten sentences of four words each.
2. Share your favourite love quote.
3. Nominate fellow bloggers.
My favourite love quote isn’t really a quote, it’s more of a poem. It’s by E. E. Cummings called [i carry your heart (i carry it in)] and part of it is:
The bloggers I would like to nominate for this are:
Anyone else is more than welcome to join in too 🙂
I wish I could disappear
Just sink down into the ground
Somewhere no one can find me
Away from all of this
How did it end up being like this?
There must be something
Out there other than this
I feel so helpless
And so boxed in There’s no escape
How did it all come to this?
How did I manage to get
To this point?
I look back behind me The past looks too muddled to me
Where did I go wrong?
What choices could I have made
That could have lead me
In the right direction
And away from here?
Was it all up to me?
Or was it up to karma and fate?
Did I even have any choice
In any matter or problem
That appeared in my life?
I know I can’t hide
I know I have to face it
But do I really need to? Will I be able to?
I don’t know ….
Around and around
In circles we go
Not knowing where
Not knowing when to stop
Back and forth
Back and forthWe go to and fro
No ending in sight
I wonder if I’ll ever be good enough
Or if I’m just a failure
And a big disappointment
Maybe I’m not that good at anything
Perhaps you expect too much
That you have high expectations
I don’t really know
If I’ll live up to them
I don’t have high expectations
For myself in life
Because I know things change
‘Don’t sell Australia out’
When the shearing sheds are silent and the stock camps fallen quiet
When the gidgee coals no longer glow across the outback night
And the bush is forced to hang a sign, ‘gone broke and won’t be back’
And spirits fear to find a way beyond the beaten track
When harvesters stand derelict upon the windswept plains
And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on chance of loving rains
When a hundred outback settlements are ghost towns overnight
When we’ve lost the drive and heart we had to once more see us right
When ‘Pioneer’ means a stereo and ‘Digger’ some backhoe
And the ‘Outback’ is behind the house, there’s nowhere else to go
And ‘ANZAC’ is a biscuit brand and probably foreign owned
And education really means brainwashed and neatly cloned
When you have to bake a loaf of bread to make a decent…
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A warning bell has gone off
Something said or written
That doesn’t really add up
A feeling of creepiness comes in
What does this person want?
Do they just want to know more?
Or is there an ulterior motive?
Do they want something I do not know?
Is this person a stalker?
Or are they a con artist?
Or some sort of scammer?
Or an online predator of sorts?
How can one even tell
With all these online interactions
Behind computer screens
With no face-to-face interaction
No, I do not want to meet
You in person
I’m too wary
Look at all those horror stories
I don’t even think we’re in the same country
I doubt you are in the country you say
I’m too wary
To believe everything on the internet
There is something there
That I cannot describe
There is something weird and strange
But I can’t tell you what it is
I don’t think I want any more interactions
I doubt there’s any way
That it can be proven
There’s nothing to worry about