It is strange it is weird

It is strange

It is weird

I thought that it hadn't

But it has

Disappeared

And I am well rid

Without it

I am well rid

Without the emptiness

And ugliness

of it

Sensitivity and Creativity

"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create...so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating." -Pearl Buck-

To me not creating is like dying from the inside...I have been dead for quite a while now...

Kindred Spirits

You look at me

Tell me what you see

Does it look familiar?

Offensive or peculiar?

Do you feel ashamed?

Like you're being blamed

For stuff you don't even understand

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Is your heart made of guilt

Do you understand?

What is going on inside of you

What is going in the world

Around you?

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Are we kindred spirits

Or just the opposite?

You drunk as a skunk

And I, well,

Just a plain non-alcoholic

We're both in it, always

Still you look at me

And I know you see

That I'm not the one

That I used to be

To me it's still not clear

What I need to hear

If I ever need to get out of hear

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Do they call you names?

Are we kindred spirits

Or just the opposite

You drunk as a skunk

And I, well,

Just a plain non-alcoholic

We're both in it, always

Kimya Dawson - Tree Hugger

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,

"The tree said, "I wish I could be

A different kind of tree,

The cat wished that it was a bee,

The turtle wished that it could fly

Really high into the sky,

Over rooftops and then dive

Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,

A fish that has a secret wish,

A wish to be a big cactus

With a pink flower on it.

And in the sea there is a fish,

A fish that has a secret wish,

A wish to be a big cactus

With a pink flower on it.

And the flower

Would be its offering

Of love to the desert.

And the desert,

So dry and lonely,

That the creatures all

Appreciate the effort.

And the rattlesnake said,

"I wish I had hands so

I could hug you like a man.

"And then the cactus said,

"Don't you understand,

My skin is covered with sharp spikes

That'll stab you like a thousand knives.

A hug would be nice,

But hug my flower with your eyes.

"The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,

"The tree said, "I wish I could be

A different kind of tree,

The cat wished that it was a bee,

The turtle wished that it could fly

Really high into the sky,

Over rooftops and then dive

Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,

A fish that has a secret wish,

A wish to be a big cactus

With a pink flower on it.

And in the sea there is a fish,

A fish that has a secret wish,

A wish to be a big cactus

With a pink flower on it.

And the flower

Would be its offering

Of love to the desert.

And the desert,

So dry and lonely,

That the creatures all

Appreciate the effort.

Texel or how we were almost blown away (literally)

Blank pages...

Because somehow the pages in my notebooks remain blank
I am forced these days to turn to other people for my words.
This you may have noticed.
Whether they be highly respected romantic poets or
just common people like me I discovered on the net...
I am thankful that somehow they have felt the same emotions as I
and have managed to translate them into beautiful sentences.
It is thrilling to read and use those perfect sentences that thrill me to the core,
but at the same time it's a drag as they remind me of my ever fighting inner creative existence that's still having a hard time trying to find a way out...
but it's a struggle I will never be prepared to give up
and well, if it proves to be an uphill struggle
then in the end it will be worth every drop of sweat and blood

The Importance of Friendship...

THE PERFECT FRIEND© S.J. McGrath
I thought I had found the perfect friend,

But it only took about a week for that to end,

I thought there was hope left in my life,

But as it turns out, it was only added strife,

I thought for once I had done something right,

But I quickly corrected that oversight,

I thought I wasn’t useless or a bore,

But I was all that and even more,

I thought there was a purpose to my days,

But that was only a very short phase,

I thought you weren’t like all the rest,

But like those before, you failed the test,

I thought you would stay with me, at least for a bit,

But you decided it was better just to quit,

I thought life was worth living for a moment in time,

But the life I wanted could never be mine,

I thought the hunger inside had been fed,

But now I know, I was just being misled.

And now I think I’ve found another perfect friend,

How long before my heart is broken again