Worry about nothing, care about most things, leave the rest behind~NJM~Quotes.
~NJM~Quotes, keeping it real~
Worry about nothing, care about most things, leave the rest behind~NJM~Quotes.
Category Archives: Choices
~Regret~
Ideological fanaticism The mirror holds the image so tight~
Unable to move out of ones sight~
Hourglass turns and sands starts to drain no longer can time contain~
Life sustain?
Reflections cracked and connection lost~
Guess no one decided to count the cost~
Detached and subdued, Drained, by the need~
All that they long for festers in greed~
How your heart full of art, Beautifully broken will bleed~
While I write these words, You read~in your mind It is I that plants the seeds~
Defining sounds consume all space~The shadows grow larger in this place~Yet disappearing without a trace ~
Grips that shackle the freedom once given~the strength of youth lost to time~Now live on your life walk the fine line~
We swallow their lies~Yet long for truth~
But all is lost, Especially our youth~
By the time you think you arrived~Your life event you barely survived~Often you wish that you just died~
All gone to another not each other~Surely push away forget together~
One day you look back and all that you see were words written …….Scribbles that rhyme but that’s ok fool yourself all is just fine~
Fine you say dear oh Darlin ~Lend me your ear~
When I speak these words, I invoke fear~
So run to your shadows~Hide away fast~
No matter what, I always last~
Rise as I watch you wither away, Longing to late now~How you wish I would stay~
Live now with your choice~Till your dying day~
Regret , remorse spinning the web~
Tears flow down your face onto your pillow then onto your bed~
When your alone you think of me~How we could have been, Let’s others see~
Yet you let me go again, You set me free~
Still you will come again and again~Just wait you’ll see~
~We All Lie~So Get Real~NJM~Anyone Like Truth? Hmm…
“How are you Doing today?”It’s what we all say to each other everyday.
Social situations facial navigation fake smile social niceties.
“Fine, and you, how are you?”
Oh fine.
We share our fake smiles
Waiting in lines
Talking small talk
Ready to move forward now
Ready to walk
Everyday you lie, I lie….Because each day that phrase is a greeting/statement/question all rolled up in one
For the most part
It’s “oui bien sur”
Or a more American way to say it instead of French is
“Yes of course”,Sure I’m fine, oh you are too? great! Have a good day!
Another proclamation of sending each person off with a ” have a good day”
I Personally like to say “have a blessed day and I make eye contact to let them know I see them, I mean what I just said.
“Have a blessed day..”
Being sincere about our feelings publicly is just not normal. We may disturb another human being with the truth such as saying” hey it’s not a good day thus far”.
Be real when you feel that way; say it, and pray it will get better.
Don’t socially lie, it’s what makes us feel as though other little lies aren’t such a bad thing. So we use more.
Perhaps you Don’t want to go somewhere you promised someone that you would go to such as an event or visit. The Majority of us would make up either an “illness”or a “family emergency”.
These are the things we as a society have accepted,which in turn; and in my opinion has diluted every human to some point.
The point of this message is sorry to burst your bubble baby, we are all liars. Now I’m
Gonna try to get through this Holiday and the rest of my life stating my truth. Perhaps if we all did, well then things for damn sure would get real.
Know what, real is what we need for positive change. In my opinion we are far to fake, not enough real.
Resolution of life going forward and note to self ” be real” pray another companion comes into my life with that goal as well. Shouldn’t we all be so fortunate?
Have a Happy Holiday’s everyone , truly much
Love and thanks for stopping by and reading my truth.
PS. My photo is my part of being real makeup free being me. At least half… 😜
~The Art of Being Sorry in 4 Simple Steps~
The art of sorry in 4 easy steps…….
For the majority of us being sorry is something we often feel when we do something wrong. We often forget is that when we truly are sorry and we apologize to the other person with whom we done wrong too we open ourselves up for hurt.
Feeling regret or remorse or sorry is an emotion that humans feel after doing something against their lack of better judgment or against their values or morals…..basically in any circumstances that they should’ve acted differently in.
Previously I stated you open yourself up for hurt when you truly are sorry, you then proceed to tell the person with whom you have wronged that hey “I’m sorry truly sorry”
What happens when you are sorry 1. You say it and 2. Mean it and 3. Leave yourself open to the persons response there are no “but’s” or “Could’s” or “Should’s” or Would’s” 4. There is but one single statement” I am sorry” that is all that should come out of your mouth. Next you should prepare yourself to receive whatever the other person Has to say in response to your contriteness silently listening without excuses.
Lately it appears or so it seems that the majority of relationships that I engage in are all one sided. This makes for a lonely existence. Unfortunately however alone it may feel I am learning that it is necessary to limit those around you who continuously make excuses or are master manipulators at trying to always turn everything into their “reasons for” never truly being sorry , only wanting to explain why they did what they did… see that is not sorry, Or at least where I come from that’s not what I was taught.
So to recap…..don’t ever say that you were sorry unless it is the only three words that you were going to say to the person you wronged,there is no excuse for whatever you’re sorry for that’s why it’s called being sorry….So there it is 4 simple steps to the Art of truly being sorry.
Don’t play on my playground~
Don’t play on my playground
The rusty parts might cut you
The hinges may come off
The railing is weak
Don’t play on my playground
They’ll think you a freak
You want to be here on this grey dingy playground no it can’t be
You’ll be on this playground that’s owned by me
It’s so easy to get hurt don’t you see
My playground although dented and corroded is made just for me
I’ve cared for it poorly
It’s not to late
To play safe on the merry go round
I’ll sit and watch and wait
No I’d rather the thrill of the rollar coaster you know
There is fear in my eyes but it won’t show
No no
I’ve played on my play ground for so long the fear I had now has made me strong
It’s been far to long get off my playground off my merry go round as well
I have a few choice words I’ll keep to myself oh what the hell
There is no more us not now no story to tell
Get off my playground
It’s being renovated
So shiney and new
My playgrounds reserved only for few
That means my playground is not for you
“Overcoming the Overwhelming “ Can it be done?
Can you overcome being overwhelmed. furthermore…. can it be achieved for extended periods of time?perhaps always attainable? In my experience often times the only way to overcome the feeling of being overwhelmed has been to medicate. Right now instead I’m choosing to sit on the dock by the lake listening to the tide.But what is it that helps us feel more relaxed feel less stress have a sense of purpose that everything is OK? Where is the first place that you look? And when you look what is it that you find? And exactly where is it that you’re looking? Is it to God? Is it in a book? Can you find it in another person? Or is it always gonna have to be that pill?
See not only the mentally ill get overwhelmed sadly enough most of society is medicated……As it is most of society is definitely overwhelmed. Can we truly ever live in a state of peace honestly? And if we achieve it how long does it last? Suppose that’s the question that begs the answer. Can one overcome feeling overwhelmed? If you find the answer please contact me I’m dying to find out……literally
~Void~
Why does interest slack
It’s washed out muted colors
Smeared, Empty
Not able to capture the attention
Further engaging
Yet void of substance
Once looked upon with delight
Scorned and neglected
Lumped into a category
Uncategorized
No labels
Un-named
Void~
~Not For Reproduction~
~Anguish~
Puddles form in the corner of eyes
Not like rain but like rivers that streak thy face
Tear salted river flows down thy neck
Does this show weakness?
Remorse?
Pain? Oh the pain…..
Dying with no description or experience
It knows not
How nails screech upon the chalkboard
Taking bits and pieces form thine heart
Anything that hurts slowly allows suffering
Oh the beautiful pitiful suffering
Rooms kept dark light hurts’ thine eyes
Another humans’ contact beyond the doors
Never
Sand paper scraping scars, salt being poured upon them
Far better to isolate
Words just jumble together not making sense
Like a gurgling utterance
Howling screams
Of God or Men
Careful now riding between the fence
Escaping as options
Depression, the depression labeled slow death
Likened unto art
Surgery without being anesthetized
Removing the human that was
Replacing it with an organism
Without enough depth
Leaving room only for the pollution and shit to seep from pores
Ahhh yes…. dig deeper still shall we?
Cutting the same spot over and over again
Thy limb falls to the ground
It will not grow back and cannot be replaced
As puddle and rivers tears streak down thy face
Not for reproduction~
Puddles form in the corner of eyes
Not like rain but like rivers that streak the face
Tear salted river flows down the neck
Does this show weakness?
Remorse?
Pain? Oh the pain…..
Dying with no description or experience
It knows not
How nails screech upon the chalkboard
Taking bits and pieces form the heart
Anything that hurts slowly allows suffering
Oh the beautiful pitiful suffering
Rooms kept dark light hurts’ the eyes
Another humans’ contact beyond the doors
Never
Sand paper scraping scars, salt being poured upon them
Far better to isolate
Words just jumble together not making sense
Like a gurgling utterance
Howling screams
Of God or Men
Careful now riding between the fence
Escaping as options
Depression, the depression labeled slow death
Likened unto art
Surgery without being anesthetized
Removing the human that was
Replacing it with an organism
Without enough depth
Leaving room only for the pollution and shit to seep from pores
Ahhh yes…. dig deeper still shall we?
Cutting the same spot over and over again
That limb falls to the ground
It will not grow back and cannot be replaced
As puddle and rivers tears streak down the face
Not for reproduction~
Puddles form in the corner of eyes
Not like rain but like rivers that streak the face
Tear salted river flows down the neck
Does this show weakness?
Remorse?
Pain? Oh the pain…..
Dying with no description or experience
It knows not
How nails screech upon the chalkboard
Taking bits and pieces form the heart
Anything that hurts slowly allows suffering
Oh the beautiful pitiful suffering
Rooms kept dark light hurts’ the eyes
Another humans’ contact beyond the doors
Never
Sand paper scraping scars, salt being poured upon them
Far better to isolate
Words just jumble together not making sense
Like a gurgling utterance
Howling screams
Of God or Men
Careful now riding between the fence
Escaping as options
Depression, the depression labeled slow death
Likened unto art
Surgery without being anesthetized
Removing the human that was
Replacing it with an organism
Without enough depth
Leaving room only for the pollution and shit to seep from pores
Ahhh yes…. dig deeper still shall we?
Cutting the same spot over and over again
That limb falls to the ground
It will not grow back and cannot be replaced
As puddle and rivers tears streak down the face
Not for reproduction~
~NJM~Can You Feel What I Feel? Let’s make it part of the deal~
I awake to your thoughts of me causing a restless longing I no longer care to touch or feel. I awake to you wanting to hear me, but I stay silent. I awake and remember how I wanted your love once at any cost. Now I’ve counted the cost it’s of no value to me.
I awake I feel your loss, your longing , I know because I lost you the day you rejected me, just took your rejection and mental abuse awhile for it to sink in. It has. In the words of the late great Kurt Cobain If you truly want me then…… Come as you are, as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an known enemy…take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours but don’t be late!
~Please….Don’t Flatter yourself
Don’t flatter yourself Thinking I make every move for you~
Don’t flatter yourself if I ask you many questions, I’m inquisitive by nature~
Don’t flatter yourself thinking you’re the object of my desire~
Don’t flatter yourself by my fascination, a time in my life now gone~
Don’t flatter yourself thinking you could ever find anyone like me, I’m unique and to good for you~
Don’t flatter yourself you definitely are not one of a kind you’re cut from the common cloth The generic design~
Don’t flatter yourself and think your self unique trust its All been done before you’re cut from common cloth~
Don’t flatter yourself thinking you have advanced yourself in life you have not…. job promotions happen all the time~
Don’t flatter yourself you think the world owes you, a sense of entitlement you can’t seem to see just how big your ego can be~ bobble head….
Don’t flatter yourself anymore with regard to me, if you cross my mind I pray and get on with life. I let it be. You judged me was embarrassed by me~
Simply don’t flatter yourself I’m gone now let it be~
Don’t flatter yourself ~
Especially for me..~
Bipolar Tapestry~Poetic Thoughts 