Monday, August 6, 2018

Goodbye to me

What is it about a person that makes them who they are? 
Was it something in their upbringing, or cosmically pulling them from a distant star?
Are there defining moments that dictate who we will someday be?
Or is the future of my destiny molded just by me?
If I look into the mirror and despise the sight that I behold,
Do I consider myself beholden or do I act in a way that is bold?
Can I say goodbye to all I am and toss it to the wind
Making the choice now that wipes out all those where I have sinned,
I've sinned against my patronage, I've sinned against my soul.
Each sin burns away a piece of me, until I am no longer whole.
Continuing on this path will see me washed away,
So I leave this path of nothingness and head for a new day.
Goodbye to all the failures and the way I let you down
Goodbye to the reflection that mocks you, even when it's not around.

Saturday, April 28, 2018

TRUST ME by Vanessa Blood

    
     Steam rose from the coffee as Kate poured herself another cup and went back to her dorm room.  She had lost track of how many cups she had drank already.
"Never again" she whispered as she glanced over to the clock by her bed.  Kate's eyes stopping longingly on her pillow before shaking herself off and returning her attention to the small laptop in front of her.
"Never again am I going to wait until last minute to do a research paper."

APOCALYPTIC CONNECTIONS: Through The Fire, The Tail and The Millenium  

   Her papers title sounded legit, but the longer she went without sleep, the more of a stretch it seemed.

   "How does a bakery fire, a stupid comet and a bunch of computer geeks connect?" she had questioned her professor in the hall after class a few days earlier. She knew that 40 percent of her grade was riding on this paper and she wasn't one to accept defeat. When the professor refused to let her change to another topic, Kate was furious.

   "There's no way I'm going to be able to connect these three events." she argued to no avail.

   "You haven't even started your research have you Kate?" He shook his head with what she thought was an amused smile. "The assignment is due in three days young lady. I suggest you get moving. You'll be surprised how well connected those events really are."

   Before Kate could think of any further argument, the professor starts to walk away. As he is about to turn the corner, he looks back at her now fully showing his amusement "Computer geeks? Really Kate?"

   "Jerk" Kate rolls her eyes at the small laptop screen as she picks up her notes from the library earlier. "That guy thinks this stuff is amusing?" She shakes her head as she flips through the pages of scribbled notes and article print outs for the only common thread she could come up with. "Fear" she said the word as she sat the notes down and began typing some more.

   Twenty minutes later, Kate pushes away from her desk fighting to keep from yawning for the hundredth time. "Sleeeeeeeep" she moans as her arms stretch upward. "I need sleep but I'm nowhere near done."  She looks at her clock again and lets out a long disheartened breath.  "There's no time” 

   Kate rests her elbow down on the desk placing her face into her hands. "I'm never going to be able to finish this by tomorrow afternoon” She yawns again and lets her eyes close as she thinks of her strategy. "Maybe if I take a quick nap" She shrugs slightly at the idea as she lowers her head to the desk. "No. I can't do that. If I go lay down on that bed, I'll never get up" Her thoughts go back to her assignment and how to complete it on time.

   As Kate yawns again, her senses are alerted to a vaguely familiar scent. As soon as the scent registers, she is jolted upright by the sounds of screams coming from outside. "Fire!!!" Immediately Kate comes fully awake to the realization that she is no longer in her dorm. Her laptop is gone. In its place is a nearly melted down candle. Her head, which moments ago was resting on the sturdy metal school supplied desk, was now pressed against a splintery wooden one. "What the hell?" she mutters as she jumps up from her chair. Her eyes swirl around the unfamiliar room. "Where am I?"

   The pungent aroma of smoke overwhelms her senses at the same time she realizes that her clothing is different as well. The jeans and T-shirt she had been wearing have become some kind of period piece dress from the revolutionary war or something.
 
    "No time to figure this out now Kate" she says to herself as she scans the room for a way out. The smoke was filling the room at an alarming rate making it difficult for her to see, let alone breathe.

   Kate's hands begin to feel in front of her as she tries to find a door. A man's voice starts to reach her ears as it becomes closer. "Is there anyone here?" It yelled out. "Call out if you can hear me!!" Kate tried to call out but the smoke was constricting her throat. All she could do was cough uncontrollably. As she felt herself giving up, a large crash came through the door. Just as she was dropping to the floor, she was swept up into a man's arms and carried out into the slightly fresher air. "I've got you” was all the man said before whisking her to safety.

   When he had carried her a safe distance, he placed her on her feet.  "Can you stand?" His eyes full of concern as she stared wide eyed at the scene behind them. Fire was everywhere. Not just one building. Not just one block. It was everywhere.

   "What's....happening?" she managed to whisper. An older man behind them answered immediately. "It's the end of the world.  What the plague didn't wipe out, the fire surely will"

   Kate's eyes grew wider as understanding started to creep into her mind.  "You have an accent" she looked up at her rescuer and then at the old man still reciting prophecy about the end of the world.   Her mind raced covering her research about the 1666 London fire and how back then, they thought the world was ending.

   "Don't listen to him” the man turns Kate's eyes back toward his.  "My name is James. What's yours?"

   Kate blinked up at the man and replied. "I'm Kate." James hands her a water pouch "Drink this Kate. You took in a lot of smoke."  Kate accepts the pouch and obeys. "Don't let him scare you" he motions his head to the old man. "The plague is over and this.." he looks around shaking his head "This is just a fire. Trust me. My men and I WILL get it out." Kate hands back the water pouch but he waves her hand back "You keep it. I've got more"

   Kate's brows crease "Your men? Are you a fireman? Where's your gear?" James laughs lightly despite the seriousness still etched on his face. "I am James, Duke of York and I am referring to the Life Guards." His brow arches "But given the situation, I think Fireman has a more appropriate ring to it." With a deep breath, James nods his head "Well, I must get back to those men Miss Kate."  He bows his head to her "Stay close to the river and make to the north gate. You should be safe” He turns at the sound of another woman’s scream and moves toward it. "Thank you" was all Kate could think to say as he disappeared into the thick smoke once more.

   He had saved her life, though panic didn't take long to find her.  "Where is the North gate?" she started asking as people raced passed her in their own panic. Over and over she heard the same thing.  "The world is ending. The hand of god."

    As Kate looked across the flame engulfed city, she could understand their rationale.  She was petrified. She kept moving along the bank of the river as James had told her. His voice of reason was the only thing keeping total panic from eating what was left of her own reason.

   "The plague is over.  This is JUST a fire” She even started to say the words out loud as she pressed through the crowd.

   "Come on girl" a man yelled to her from a boat that was just pushing off the bank. Without hesitation, she ran for it and threw herself onto the boat. "That a girl" the man held out his hand to help her up. "We'll be safe on the water"

    "Thank you" she replied as she stood up and they joined the others on the side of the boat facing the city. "It truly is the end. Just like they've been saying” Kate wanted to disagree with the smoke covered man standing beside her.  Even though she knew different, she couldn't argue against the site in front of her.  An entire city engulfed in flames. The same city that had just barely survived a devastating plague.

   "I just want to go home and finish my paper" she slumps down onto the floor of the boat as the breeze shifts in the air. She looks up into the sky as small fireflies dance around on the wind. Her eyes follow one as it drifts down onto the floor of the boat and sparks into a flame.

    "FIRE!!!" the man next to her calls out. As quickly as it is doused, more sparks burst on the boat as well as some of its passengers.

   "YOU"RE ON FIRE!!!" Kate hears the man shout and feels hands pulling her up to her feet. It is then that she sees the skirt of her dress in flames.  She could feel the heat on her leg but it didn't feel real.

   "Throw her in the water" was the last thing she hears before the icy wet floods into her lungs.

   Instead of the darkness of murky water, Kate’s eyes were blinded shut by the bright flash of white light. Frantically she flung her arms to reach the surface of the water.

   “I can’t drown in 1666” she reasoned with herself. “I’m not even born yet!!” Realizing that her eyes were still closed, Kate opens them to see if she can tell where she was in the water.

   “Now where am I?” she says as her arms lower and she notices that she actually is no longer in water.  Her clothes are completely dry, but she’s in a dress of a completely different style. As she looks around, she sees a family standing across from her huddled together in fear.

   “What’s wrong with the lady Mommy?” the little girl asks. The woman pushes the child behind her “I don’t know sweetie. Stay close to Mommy”

   Kate takes a step closer in an attempt to figure out where she is but sharp pain courses her leg when she puts her weight down on it. She reaches down and pulls up the hem slightly revealing a burn on her calf. “That’s not possible” she states questioningly but is distracted by the fleeing family. “Run!” the father yells. “It’s starting. She’s been burned by the comets gasses.”

   Kate looks around and notices other people she hadn’t seen before scurrying into to their homes. When she looks closer, she sees that all the windows and doors had been boarded shut.

   “Now what’s happening?” she sighs as she moves through the streets in search of answers.  In the center of town, she notices several newspapers left on someone’s front step and picks one up. “Haley’s Comet to collide with earth!!” was sprawled across the headline. Immediately Kate looks up to the sky “Really?”

    She pulls out the second paper dated a few days later. “Earth to cross through Haley’s tail. Prof. Edwin Booth- Department of Chemistry for the Univ. of Calif. Predicts Poisonous gases to blanket the Earth.”

   Kate shakes her head as she looks around at the barricaded town “These poor people. No wonder they’re so afraid”

   “They’re not just afraid” said the voice of a young man behind her. “They’re stupefied,” The man extends his hand to Kate. “Glad to see I’m not the only one who’s brave enough to face the outdoors. I’m Josh”

   Kate looks up at the man who looked strangely familiar to her “Hi.  I’m Kate.” The man shakes Kate’s hand and she notices a large case under his other arm.

    “What’s that for” she motions to the case.

   Josh looks down and shrugs as if the answer was obvious. “It’s my telescope. I’m going to watch the comet” He then holds up his free hand making quote marks “Or as the locals call it…THE END OF THE WORLD”

   Kate frowns slightly remembering her last experience in London. Immediately Josh steps up to her and rests his hand on her shoulder and looks her straight in the eyes. “Hey…we’re all going to be fine. This is not the end of the world. IT’S JUST A COMET. Trust me.” He says the last part for any listening locals. “I’ve studied the writings of Prof. H Jacoby”.    He stops himself “Are you familiar with his work?”

   Kate shakes her head no, even though she vaguely remembered reading his name in her research.

   Josh continues “Well, he’s a genius astronomer and he says the comet will pass and everything will be fine.” He pops open his case and motions for Kate to wait a moment as he sets up his telescope. While she watches him, she again makes the same conclusion that she had in London. That it’s no wonder there was such a panic when all this was happening. Most had never lived through anything similar and the so called “reliable sources” were feeding the hysteria with talk of unavoidable death. She remembered reading in her research that some were so afraid that suicide seemed the better option. Standing here in what appeared to be a panic stricken ghost town makes the cold reality of that fear make sense.

   “Take a look at the big bad Earth destroyer” Josh smiles at her and steps back from the telescope. Kate leans over and places her eye over the glass. It was a beautiful sight to see even as small as it was.  It was like a glowing fireball in the sky.

   “FIRE!!” the thought came to her and she knew where she had seen Josh before. He was the same man that had pulled her from the fire. But that was impossible. Slowly she closed her eyes and pulled away from the telescope. “Josh?” When she opened her eyes…he was gone. Or actually, she was.

   Her eyes opened to her laptop just as she had left it. Her clock showed only minutes had passed from when she last looked at it. She stared frozen at her computer screen as she immediately started convincing herself that it had simply been a dream. She had not traveled back in time to witness 2 almost “End of the Worlds”,
 
   She had not been rescued by James, the Duke of York who looked remarkably like Josh the amateur astronomer in 1910.

 “No” she shook her head as she reached down and touched the side of her leg.  “Oh my god” she whispered as she felt it. The burn….it was there, the same burn that happened when her dress caught on fire. The same burn that made that family think she had been exposed to the deadly gases of Haley’s comet.

   She swallowed as she stared down at her notes with disbelief. “There’s no way this is happening.” She looked down at her leg once more and then turned to the last pages of her notes.

   “Y2K. Why didn’t I go there?” she asked herself even though she already knew the answer. She had been there.
   She was a freshman in high school when that happened. She didn’t have to go back to see how the fear effected the world. She felt it firsthand.  The memory of that day came back at her with a rush. Her Intro to Computer Literacy teacher had made them watch this horrific documentary about What Could Happen if the Y2K bug brought about the Apocalypse. Elevators plummeting…the world ending. She had been terrified. 

    When the class let out, she stayed. She put her head down on her desk and she cried. She was too young to die. It was then that a hand rested on her shoulder. It was Jacob, a senior who helped in the computer lab.  He saw her crying and asked what was wrong. When she told him, he didn’t laugh at her. He just lifted her chin. Looked her in the eye and said “This isn’t going to be the end of the world. This is just a computer glitch. Trust me”. Kate did trust him. She dried eyes and somehow knew that they were all going to be okay.

    As the memory of that day resurfaced, Kate remembered those eyes reassuring her before. The same eyes all at different times of trouble. Each had their own name but each spoke the truth and the world continued on after the words were spoken.
Kate sat up at her desk chair and began to type. Her fingers could barely keep up with the thoughts now flowing from her head.  By the time her class came, she had finished her paper with ease. When she turned it in to the professor he smiled “How do you think you did?”
 
   Kate smiled back at him” I think I did just fine.  Trust me”



Sunday, October 16, 2016

Scary Boots



My name is Scary Boots
Watch me strut across the floor
Everybody looks at me.
Even Norman Reedus from underneath the bathroom door.

He can't help but stare at me
I look so good it's a fright.
In fact it's so dam scary
He practically laid there looking at me all night.

He kept phoning Flanery 
Even though he was right here in the same room
And when Flanery went to put me on,
Reedus's voice filled with doom.

"Norman, don't be sad or jealous"
Is what I really wanted to say
"I'm sure Flanery would let you borrow me
If you'd just stop carrying on that way."

Right now he finds it's funny
I think he's laughing on the bed.
I'd look, but he's over there free - ballin
So I'll just guess instead 

I think his patience has reached it's limit
Cause he got up and is headed this way
Socks are all he's wearing 
And his parts are starting to sway.

He stands right behind me
And sticks his hands inside?
He does a couple shakes and groans
Then he goes back to the bed and calls YOU an Uber ride.

What happens next is hectic
To say the very least 
A woman shows up with a bed
And Reedus took off like a beast.

Now I know I'm dam good looking
But don't be like Reedus and lose your head.
Cause you'll just end up scary jealous 
Over a nekkid Sean Patrick Flanery, a maid and an extra bed.

~Vanessa Blood 
@TheLadyBlood 

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Fade to Splat- A Cockroach's Demise





  There once was a little cockroach named Chester, or Chico to his friends.  Chico lived a simple life.  He spent his days scavenging from place to place to feed his 977 children and his 32 wives.  Some days were better than others and some  days...well they just sucked.  Today definitely ranked number one on the suck-o-meter.  
Chico had spent his entire morning going from one trash can to the next in search of anything to feed his small family.  He was actually luckier than some of his friends that had much larger families to provide for, so he rarely complained about the task of feeding his own.  In fact, he quite often was found helping his friends hunt for food if he had already found enough for his needs. He was one of the nicest cockroaches in nearly the whole city.
It was nearing the end of the day and Chico had very little to show for his work.  He had managed to find enough to maybe feed half of his children, but he wasn't about to let the other half go hungry.  With his antennae pointing him onward, he came across a potential gold mine when he picked up the slight trace of food coming from the tall trashcan in a bathroom.  Bathrooms weren't his usual gig, but every once in awhile they paid off.  Knowing how many more hungry mouths there were at home, Chico starts the long climb up the outside of the can with his antennae crossed for luck.
As he reaches the top rim, his eyes widen with amazement at the treasure within.  Nearly an entire chili dog and order of cheese fries had been discarded inside.  "Looks like were eating good tonight" Chico says to himself as he prepares to ascend to the reward below.  
As he lowers himself over the rim, he is taken by surprise as a human hand brushes by him to dispose of a wet paper towel.  He had been so distracted by his excitement that he hadn't even noticed the human enter the restroom.  With no time to scurry, Chico loses balance as the hand passes him and he falls helplessly on top of the hand that had caused him to lose his balance.  
He should have run away.  It was the first thing his parents taught him as a young roachling.  "You see a human, You run!"  They had told him that over and over.  He has told his own roachlings the same thing.  But when it came time to follow that life saving advice...he couldn't.  He stood perfectly still and slowly looked up at the enormous being hovering over him.  Their eyes locked and Chico was mesmerized.  "Wait" he pondered. "Why isn't he running away?  Isn't that what humans do when they see us too?"   He couldn't fathom why they eyes staring back at him seemed as perplexed by their stand off as he was.
Chico felt a rush of invincibility as he stared down one of the insect world's most feared enemies.  "He's not so tough" Chico convinced himself and raised his antennae slightly to show his own fearlessness.  "That's right human" he taunted "That's my Chili dog.  Keep your germ infested hands off!"  The human didn't react at first but after another long second passed, the other hand of the human raised and one of the long fingers extended toward Chico in a gesture of war.
Suddenly it clicked.  "He isn't afraid of me"  That's when Chico broke out of his trance like immobility and ran.  He dove beneath the paper towel and around the long cylindrical cup.  As he went deeper and deeper into the trash can, the humans hand came closer and closer, removing every item in its path and tossing it out of the can and onto the floor. 
 When Chico reached the bottom of the can, he ran in terrified circles trying to find his escape.  "A door!!! There has to be a door!"  There were no doors.  No holes.  No cracks.  Nowhere else to run except under the chili dog wrapper.  Chico stood in his hiding spot hoping beyond hope that the human would tire in his quest and move on, but this did not happen.
The wrapper slowly lifted and Chico was left exposed in the bottom of the big empty trash receptacle.  "Why didn't I run sooner?" He scolded himself as he looked up at the human pleadingly in hopes he would be shown mercy. 
Chico knew his time was up when the human leaned in showing no sign of sympathy.  Thoughts of his 977 children flew through his mind and he comforted himself in the belief that his 32 wives would somehow provide for them once he was gone.  He locks eyes with the human again as he prepares to meet his fate.  The stare seemed to linger for a moment, but not like it had when first they met.  This time it was different.  It was almost respectful.  As the human prepared to end Chico's short but purposeful life, he honored him as any warrior would.  He looked him in the eye as he died.





Tuesday, July 1, 2014

A Zombie's Point of View

It ended quicker than you could imagine.  One moment the spark was there, the next...it was gone.   That small spark of life extinguished itself in my mind and the world, as I once knew, went with it.  At first, there was only darkness.  I could feel everything that I was, slowly fading away.  The muffled sounds of my loved ones crying over my body barely registering.  Soon those sounds drifted away and I was left in silence.  It was unbelievably cold, yet I felt no discomfort.   I felt no fear or sense of loss either.  I willed my fingers to move and although I know they responded to my body's command with a twitch, I still felt nothing.  NOTHING...except this one thing.  All I felt was hunger and the feeling was quickly becoming maddening.
My clouded eyes opened slowly and looked around with a new sense of purpose.  .  Slowly as I stood up from the hard concrete ground of the parking lot, I looked around for something to satisfy my new needs.  It was really more of a need.  A single driven compulsion.  There was nothing in sight, but that did not discourage me.  I walked.  I had no direction in mind.  The direction I was facing seemed as good as any other.  I walked out of the parking lot onto the road and kept walking.  Step after slow step, I continued to move forward.  Some unseen force telling me which way to go.  After several hours, I saw them.  Others like myself, blindly dragging their decaying bodies in search of what?  I don't know...but I followed their lead and trailed behind the pack of them.  My eyes would occasionally meet with another and cross over them as they came near to me.  I should have feared their rotting flesh.  I don't know how the the smell of death did not sicken me.  But with no more interest, we both would look away from one another and to continue to walk.  We did not rest.  We did not drink.  We did not speak.
The sounds of voices shouting in the distance brought a murmur of groaning excitement to the pack.  Our heads seem to shoot up in unison in the direction of the sound and, as if choreographed, we all turned toward it.  The pace seem quickened now and the reason for it became clear around the next corner.  A small group of people were huddled protectively around an injured man.  The man lied on the ground grasping his leg as a steady flow of blood gushed from it.  The looks of horror on their faces as we approached should have registered to me, but they did not.  I never realized how strong the scent of blood was before.  It floated into my nose and I could almost feel my mouth water.
"Leave me!" the injured man pleaded to the others.  "Save yourselves!"  The three around him refused to move.  A woman tried lifting the man from the ground as we came closer to them.  "NO...we won't leave you John.  Get up!  You can't just give up on us."  The two other men stood firmly in front of the injured man and woman.  They raised their weapons at us ready to put up a fight.  The one called John struggled to get on his feet but his weight was too much for the small woman.
The first of us reached them and attacked but quickly had a pick axe crashed into his skull.  He fell but there was still about a dozen more of us to fight off.  The second man managed to slam a shovel into the closest one of us, but we were advancing too quickly and I heard one of the men scream in terrified pain as he was grabbed and bitten on the shoulder from behind.  The fresh gush of blood from his wound sending the remainder of us into a frenzy.  Myself included.
The remaining man walks backward with his weapon raised and with his free arm he manages to get a hold of John.  "Let's try to make a run for it.  There's too many of them."  The woman looks over at him and nods her head but even she knows they won't get far carrying their injured friend.   BANG!  One gunshot goes off and the one next to me goes down.  Heads jerk in all directions as we try to see the source of the new sound and enemy.  BANG!  BANG!  Two more fall.  I see the man with the gun as he approaches from the far end of the street.  His clothes appear symbolic in some way and the light glimmers off the small metallic object on his chest.  More of us fall as two more shots go off.  Most of us have fallen and the few remaining are still drawn to the scent of fresh blood.  I turn back and look at the one still devouring the man caught off guard and bitten.  That is when I see him.  Another man was quietly coming up from behind us.  His arms raised as he pulls back his one arm and the swoosh flies by my ear.  I look next to me as an arrow goes into the skull of another one of us.  I stand still and look back at the man who shot the arrow.  I tilt my head as he moves closer to me and I notice a strange furry object hanging from his belt.  I could tell the object was freshly killed by the new scent of blood.  My eyes drift back over to the one feeding on the poor man just as the loud sound of a bullet fires and enters his skull.
I am the last of my group.  Even though I had only been with them for a very short time, they were my group in the fact that I too would have fed upon the others if these two men had not shown up.  I looked at the man staring back at me with his crossbow raised and slowly nodded my head.  I wanted him to finish me.  I had no understanding of anything, but somehow I knew this is not what I wanted to be.  The man's eyes crease as he hesitates releasing his arrow.  "What the fuck?" he mumbles and the other man turns around. "Daryl?  You alright?"  Daryl looks at the man and nods.  "I'm alright Rick.  It kinda looked like this one wants me to kill it."  The man called Daryl shakes his head in disbelief. "Nah, that's not possible.  Go check on the survivors.  I got this."  He looks back at me for a moment before aiming his bow at my head.  As the muscle tensed in Daryl's arm, I closed my eyes and waited for the swoosh of air once more.  This time there was no sound.  Only a quick flash as the arrow pierced my skull and then, once again, darkness.  Beautiful, sweet darkness.

---- Written by V. Blood  ( @TheLadyBlood )

Friday, April 25, 2014

The Danger of the Word No

How many of you went to your prom?  Your Junior formal?  Your Spring fling?  I attended those in my far off days of youth.  Most did.  My dates were friends not boyfriends and those nights came and went like a teenage right of passage.  Important when you are at the age to attend them and a hopefully pleasant memory of growing up when you look back.

At least it's supposed to be.  Tragically, this years prom will not be a memory that the students of John Law High School in Milford CT, will want to keep.  It is however, one that will torment them for the rest of their lives.   And sadly it is one that is becoming frighteningly more common.
One of their classmates, a 16 year old girl, was stabbed and killed this morning.  Tonight would have been her prom.
Why was she killed?  Did she witness a crime?  Walk in on a robbery?  No....
She told a boy no when he asked her to go to the prom with him.

http://www.cbsnews.com/news/girl-16-fatally-stabbed-on-day-of-prom-at-connecticut-high-school/

No.  That little word.  Its been said to all of us.  We've said it to others.  It sucks to hear, I admit that.  But rejection is part of life.  Failing is part of life.  Losing is a part of life.  All of it.  Facing the bad and working through it is how we learn and how we grow.
What terrifies me is that the youth of today are being shielded from it.  Take for example children's sports teams... there are no losers.  Everyone gets a trophy.    How does a child learn to handle defeat if they never have to face failure?  How do they learn to strive for improvement if the status quo is perfectly acceptable?  And how do they handle life once they're grown,  if they aren't prepared to fail or be rejected once in a while?
  Life does not hand out trophies for last place.  It flings out rejection and failure at every turn and sometimes you will get hit by it and knocked down.  Children need to learn that, not be shielded from it.  They need to feel sting of failure so they can work harder for the success.  They need to hear that little word No.  If they are allowed to believe it doesn't exist.... as though its opposite is their given right...then we all fail together.







Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Shining in the Dark

Anyone can Shine when the sky is bright.
But it's so much harder to do so, when your world is not quite right.
It's easier to feel the motivation when everything is going your way.
But what happens when it doesn't?  How long will your shine stay?

When life turns against you and slowly falls apart.
Do you let yourself crumble?  Do you let the darkness into your heart?
When you feel the shadow pushing and  the doubt begins to grow.  You start to think you don't know how. Which way will you go.

How to keep on pushing.  How to not give in.
How to keep the darkness from crushing you from within.
You can't look to others for the answer that hides inside of you.
You need to pick yourself back up and pull yourself right through.

You can't let the shine extinguish beneath a flood of doubt.
You need to search inside yourself and find what your shine is all about.
For if you truly want it, you will find it somewhere deep.
You need to believe in yourself and take a hopeful leap.

If you can pull the shine back out, even in the dark.
Then you will reach what you're aiming for.  You will hit the mark.
For the shine isn't about what comes easy.  It's a struggle to keep it lit.
Daylight or in darkness.  A shiner doesn't quit.

                                                                  - V. Blood