Welcome to the Machine

Hello everyone. Welcome back. I apologize for my last couple posts being about how long I’ve been gone and hollow promises of getting back to this blog. Life has threw a couple wrenches in my gears lately, but I’ve been working hard to get all those cogs freed up and running smoothly. I could tell you all the sad, frustrating, hair pulling, banging my head against the wall stories that have kept me away from this blog and many things in general, and I might, but not today.

I know, as well as anyone, that life can get in the way. It’s a machine. It keeps chugging along, regardless of the parts falling off, needing greased, or repaired. It is a machine to be admired for its unwillingness to quit, regardless of how it falls apart. People are much the same. That is how I have felt lately, like a machine in need of a serious breakdown and rebuild. But I don’t have time for that, so I make small repairs where I can – on the side of the road, in the rain, in the gas station parking lot – because on this journey, you don’t always have time to stop. You have to evaluate the priority parts and make sure you keep those on par, everything else? Well, it just depends on where it is on the priority list.

Sometimes we think certain parts of the machine are important when they really aren’t. That is a problem. It leaves us blindsided when a part that is actually important blows up. This has happened to me a few times lately. So, I am trying to shave off some unnecessary parts and focus on the core of the machine. Because unfortunately, when some of those really important parts blow up, there’s no fixing them or replacing them. You  must simply move on without them and readjust the way the machine works.

In my re-evaluation, I have decided that I have neglected some major components of my machine called life for far too long. And I have lost some parts that cannot be replaced. So, I am changing the oil, lubing the chain, changing the air filter, and moving on.

When is the last time you re-evaluated your life? There is never a bad time to sit down and make a list of the people or things that you love but haven’t seen or done in a while. Our excuse is usually that there isn’t enough time right now, I’ll do it later. I promise you that the most important thing you can do is make time. Right now, before your machine blows, locks up, and leaves you stranded with a part that you’ve lost and cant’ replace. As a quote by Buddha says, “The problem is, you think you’ve got time.”

As my favorite band, Pink Floyd, says, “Welcome to the machine.” Be sure to take care of yours every once in a while.


 

“Be decisive. Right or wrong, make a decision. The road of life is paved with flat squirrels that couldn’t make a decision.” – Anonymous

“We travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic to creativity. When we get home, home is still the same, but something in our mind has changed, and that changes everything.” – Anonymous

“There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know. A crying that can not be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.” – Lemony Snicket

“Until we are ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.” – Lemony Snicket

“February is the shortest month of the year, so if you are having a miserable month, try to schedule it for February.” – Anonymous

“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.” – Lemony Snicket

“There’s a history of heartbreak, Tucked in the creases of her eyes, A museum of the moments, That she’d watch just pass her by, And each tear that escaped her, Held the things she’d left unsaid, So the words she’d never spoken, Stained her dampened cheeks instead.” – e.h.

“I think there are two kinds of forgiveness, the kind that when you forgive you’re also giving then another chance, or the kind where you forgive, but move on without them. Use them both wisely.” – s.b.

“You told me that you had my back, And I thought that it was true, Now my shadow’s still behind me, But where on earth are you?” – e.h.

” ‘Love me slowly,’ she whispered, like the love I had for her, had limits. Like it could run out as easily as a grain of time. I could tell, by the sound of fear in her lungs, that she had a terrible past. The kind that no one talks about, the kind that remains bottled up inside of you, slowly and quietly, killing everything in your bones.” – Christopher Poindexter

“There is no statute of limitations on starting over. Re-invent yourself every day. Be the girl who walks barefoot and listens to the blues. Tomorrow, wear a trench coat and speak fierce truths. Be a phoenix. Be ashes. Burn down. Resurrect. Let go of the idea that you must always be who you have always been.” – unknown

“If we were meant to stay in one place, we’d have roots instead of feet.” he said. – Rachel Wolchin

“Le beau est toujours bizarre. (The beautiful is always bizzar.)” – Charles Baudelaire

“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.” – unknown

Writing 201: Catch-up

Day 4: Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment 

Imperfect is a word we all know,

the shame

makes our cheeks brightly

glow,

We do what we can to make it right again,

Absolute perfection we feign,

But underneath it, we know.

Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

A map is made of lines

roads of all sizes and kinds.

They show you where you’ve been

and how to get back there again.

But maps are not always paper and ink,

they are other things too, I think.

Your hands are maps, full of lines,

they tell others how you spend your time.

Your eyes are guides as well,

the things you’ve seen, they tell.

So if you feel lost and alone,

and far from home you’ve flown,

Just know that maps will show you the way,

and guide you safely from the fray.

No matter how lost you think you are,

you can always find direction among the stars.

Weekend Poetry Potluck

I’ll be sharing with you one of my favorite poems I’ve discovered lately. Check my wednesday posts for more. 🙂

I am not very good

at a lot of things,

I cannot paint

you pictures

because the beautiful

things in my head

cannot be translated

nor can I sing to you,

as my voice has an

uncanny habit of

falling flat

nor can i play for you

as my fingers fumble

when my thoughts

cross over how

you look, watching me

but i can brush the

knots out of your hair,

and work the knots

out of your back

when your day

has become too

much to bear

i am not good at much,

but i will be good to you.

kpk

Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, & Chaismus

I’m skipping this one for now and will try to come back to it later. My brain’s just drawing a blank on it right now.

Day 7: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance

A neighborhood is a thing, not just a place,

it’s somewhere to call home, a friendly space.

Some are different but that’s not always the case.

Just somewhere for you to know all the faces.

They’re full of friends and grace.

Somewhere to call home base.

Day 8: Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio

They never told me that you couldn’t eat

whatever your wanted when your kidneys were beat.

No more peanuts, not even the butter,

“way too much phosphorus”, I mutter.

No more fried foods, no more dried beans,

Now all your eating has to be clean.

Limited liquid, no more salt,

No more dairy, lay off the malt.

No more bananas, no more guacamole.

Learning all this comes very slowly.

Day 9: Cold, Found Poetry, & Epistrophe/Anaphora

Cold

is like a

snowball, chasing

you across the yard. Cold is

like an icicle, dripping slowly down the

collar of your jacket. Cold is seeing your breath

on the window while you gaze at the world outside.

Cold is that first snow flake falling on the tip of

your nose. Cold is a shiver down your spine.

Day 10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

Music is such a pleasure to me.

It says things my words can’t.

Sometimes it makes me chant,

It makes my heart feel free.

Some days I go on a listening spree,

Sometimes my mood makes me slant,

and the music is like my rant.

Other days, I use it to flee.

 It fills my ears and makes me smile.

The pleasure comes from within.

Learning it is always worth your while.

It causes goosebumps all over your skin,

It doesn’t matter the style.

You’ll know as soon as it begins.

In Conclusion:

I’m not super happy with all of these but that’s ok I suppose. I’d love to hear your thoughts on anything. Thank you for dropping by, dear friends and neighbors.

Writing 201: Day 3 – Skin, Prose Poetry, Internal Rhyme

Alright everyone, welcome back to Day 3 of the Writing 201 class. The subject is “skin”, the style is “prose poetry”, and the added bones I guess? is “internal rhyme”. Let’s get on with it, shall we?

Are you comfortable with the skin you’re in?

Do you know it’s lines like I know mine?

Do you have freckles or scars?

Is it home to you, no matter what you do?

Are you ok with how it fits and all the odd bits?

You only get one.

It tells the story of everything you’ve ever done,

all your adventures and time in the sun.

Be kind to your skin, it knows where you’ve been.

That’s all for tonight folks. How do you feel about  your skin?

Writing 201: Day 2 – Gift, Acrostic, & Simile

Please please excuse my terrible poetry. I’m trying and just bear with me. But I certainly make no promises. The subject is “gift”, the style is “acrostic” (which is basically spelling something with the first or last letters of the lines of the poem), and the extra (I guess) is “simile” (comparing things that don’t normally get compared). I’d love to hear your thoughts. 🙂

The giving of a gift, is a special thing indeed,

Hope, as bright as a sunset, lights their eyes

Everyone wonders what it could be

Guided paper holds a surprise

Inside could be anything at all

Visibly beautiful, wrapped with a bow

I wonder what you got in the haul

Now sweat forms on your brown

Giving or getting, it’s all a good time.