Tag: story

put on a new show

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The old is familiar
and mindless
but is that really what you want?

Expose your mind
to the never-seen-before.
It will be OK.
You know how to protect yourself.
You can explore new things
and maybe even
discover new joy.

Putting on your old favorite show
for background noise
ends up being what you watch anyways
for the eleventh time
and when it’s done
and the pages remain empty
you feel empty too.
Challenge yourself.
You can put on a new show
allow it to captivate you
and simultaneously
spark inspiration for your words.

You can have it both ways,
which is what you want, anyway.

Stop putting yourself in boxes
behind barricades.
You’re capable of more than you realize
or imagine.

silence and solace and freedom

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I have a safe space
new, but familiar,
where I can escape and spend hours
in my imagination
just like I used to do
when I was young
in the sacred spaces of silence
I could carve out, from reality.

Reuniting with my childhood joy,
I create moments of quiet
for my eyes to rest closed,
drift my body into a half-asleep trance
and let my mind roam free.
Characters, storylines, dialogue,
they all come alive here
weaving into and away from each other
I begin in one place
to end somewhere else, far away
and brand new.

The freedom I feel here
I feel no where else.
Silence and solace and freedom.

closer to heart

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You can build up, create, in your mind,
what you believe to be the perfect way
to tell your story.
Down to the pauses, and tone of voice,
you can perfect it all.

Keep your truth, your excitement,
closer to heart than their reactions.

what the story does to me

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Time passes by me
quickly, effortlessly, joyfully.
I barely comprehend where it’s gone
when I look up at the clock
to register the difference in numbers.

That’s what the story does to me.
I enter a new, beautiful world,
a world I created.
I could stay there for hours.

I come alive there. I feel my heart glow.
And when I step away,
I’m counting down the minutes
until I can return.

could this be the beginning of something?

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Digging out the key from the depths of my pocket
and opening wide the little metal door
I receive a sign, a symbol,
that something greater waits for me,
something so great it could not live within
this little metal box.

Hand-delivered to me is a cardboard box.
I recognize it instantly.
My heart leaps beyond my rib cage,
my mouth explodes into a smile
and my skin turns hot and clammy
as I take the box in my hands.
A corner is missing, exposing a corner of pages
within: pages I know, and love, and made.
You’re here.

I tear open the box,
gently extracting the stack of papers,
including four new ones written by someone else.
I feel everything.

I feel tears spring from my eyes
at the compliments,
I feel my head nod and mind expand
at the critiques,
I feel a deep exhale escape my mouth
at the suggested path forward,
I feel my heart race and palms sweat
at the positive encouragement.
I feel safe, and calm, and reunited.

I squeeze the stack of papers
close to my chest, just like she did.
This is coming home to myself.

behind my eyes

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I can see you in my dreams
almost as clear as stars in the sky.
I can see this fictional world
crafted behind my eyes
and attempted to craft on paper.

You began behind my eyes
and live there every day,
help me go to sleep
daydream
and accompany long drives.

The part of me that never developed
until now.

my face tells the story

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My face often gives it away;
how I’m really feeling
without a need for accompanying words.

Lately,
it tells of inner turmoil,
expectations too high for me to reach
and overflowing from my plate,
excessive concern and worry
and wishing that things were different,
that I was different.

Raised, reddened bumps
with under-eye shadows
and a new crease or two I do not recall before;
they really tell the story.