Wednesday, January 9, 2013

time flew

 





 
                                                             there was a time when i was expectant
                                                             when all i wanted was now
                                                             i didn't want more than i already had
                                                             but then i asked for this…
                                                             now all i want is my peace of mind
                                                             peace that existed when things were simpler
                                                            when the morning sunrise was all it was
                                                            and less of what it is now
                                                            the evening sunset was time to go to bed
                                                            and dream the dreams i live now.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Doodling in the dark...








they say it is what it is
but how did what it is become?
just suppose that the shaping of destiny
is our destiny
would you conclude that we bring it upon ourselves?
then we have to stay alive
to see how it ends?


i wish so much for a happy ending
but i don't have the wisdom to seek it
i don't have the emotional strength to believe in it
when i close my eyes to dream
there's so much pain underneath my chest
so much it conquers the strength of my hope
and faith in love.


my sunshine
my morning bird
my goodnight's kiss
my morning bliss
how could you?


do we live in the physical world we can touch
or do we live in the world we create in our mind?
what's the line between delusional and romantic?
if there's one thing I've learnt from the heartbreaks
suicide attempts and sleepless nights
it's that im not interested in dying.



Wednesday, August 1, 2012

You know...







our friendship has shown me
that i have a capacity
to receive equal,
if not greater than,
that from which i give.

i had never trusted anyone
enough to let my guard down.
i expected failure,
so when it came,
it could not disappoint.
every time it came,
though expected,
the accompanying pain was not.

not only has the source
of my expectations changed,
but what i expect has changed.
more importantly,
who i am has changed.

the foundation of who i was
has been steadied by who i am.

the fragile glass through which
i looked longingly
has been tempered
and now offers protection
from the elements
and clarity of vision.

the power of a friend whose love
transcends space and time,
is unparalleled to anything
this earth has to offer.

if the universe has so blessed you,
thank her.
if you find yourself lacking one
who has touched your life
in this manner,
seek her.
i did and Her answer was...
just what i needed

Monday, May 14, 2012

You win







as much of me
as there is to see,
you look at me
and still don't see
who i am

as much about me
as there is to know,
you've yet to scratch
the surface though

you're scared to come in,
too curious to stay out

you know there's more
than meets the eye
but are you
man enough
to find out?

are you willing
to defy
having society
to decry
the choice
you would make
if my hand
you did take
and made
me
more...

or would you
front (for sure)
knowing there is
no cure?

because once
under your skin,
inevitable would be
my win

so while you contemplate
where to begin
patiently i wait
with a grin

while you plot,
the life lesson
you plan
to teach,
i've already written
my victory speech

it wasn't a game 
you see,
but if it was
for sure
you win.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Newness... the love scare.



Inspired by Musiq Soulchild's "Newness"



i'm not asking her to forgive him
for wanting to talk love to someone,
her,
Who is incapable of understanding love
[i mean...]
to someone incapable of understanding
[and]
incapable of loving him...
for she is not that same someone
who is afraid to be loved
but the last time love got too close
it burned her and left her hurt...
then here he comes,
looking like love,
the very likeness
of the last love that turned out to be a lie
while she struggles with the why
she is certain of the what
and it's not how she wants it
so when he gets close
she doesn't know where to run
because she is done with love
and she doesn't want to talk about love
and she won't admit that he is love
because she has too much pride
to admit that she got it wrong the last time
and that the last lie was not true
because it was not him
but she sees,
he is
[totally]
love

Sunday, March 4, 2012

The Beauty Of Incertitude.


I need a reflector
In the face of a man.
And no protection
From my bullet-proof plan.

life gave me a ticket
For all that I lack.
sometimes I feel like i used it up

then it comes back, new.

Sit at my table
Sip from my bowl.
Feel like I know you now
And I will do until I get old.

You might not see me
But trust that I'll stay.
But there's no sense in traveling together
If 'Hurt', that way, is the only one we know.



Saturday, January 21, 2012

Doodles... in words.





"There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at crossroads. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. And, of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back", quoting myself from a previous post, this is me now. Someone once said that death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. I could tell you who said it, but who the heck cares. I just tell myself to be happy but I don’t feel happy, I don't want to be happy. And when I try against my will to change it, when I try to remember what being happy felt like, I can’t. I don’t feel joy. I don’t feel inspired. I just feel numb. It all feels so fake, y'know? This idea that good things happen to good people. That there’s magic in the world, and that the meek and the righteous will inherit it. Too many good people suffer for that to be true. Too many prayers go unanswered. And every day it gets worse. Every day we ignore how truly broken this world is, and we tell ourselves it’s all going to be okay but it’s not going to be okay. Once you understand that, you'll see how affected you are . There’s no magic in the world… at least today there isn’t. I was thinking about the finality of it all – how someone can leave your world in the blink of an eye and be gone forever. It’s too enormous to think about. It’s too hard. And then you’re just supposed to go on, like you’re supposed to just deal with it? Or are you only supposed to be sad for as long as the flowers last and then go back to telling jokes and reminiscing about the old days. I don’t have any jokes to tell, in fact I hope I don’t hear any joke about it for as long as I live because those days are gone, nothing can bring them back, no amount of laughter can wear the emotional scars out, only bring back stale memories of awesome, abandoned moments. In my subconscious, I'm stunned and paralyzed with terror. I don't know and I cannot explain and even if I knew, I don't want to share but this is what I can assure; The heart knows reason which reason does not know.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

'A' is for Awesome!




It's 7:22 in the a.m, I'm having cupcakes and tea… lonely. Well, I've been this way since February 2011 but you know how sometimes you refuse to accept somethings because you feel like that reality never played in your fantasies? Yeah. I've been too scared to write, postponing it and hoping that things would change somewhere but it feels like it won't… at least not yet. Let the record show that I, Babe Ruthless, being now of sound mind and below average breast-size, swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth… starting now! First of all, I'm single and I don't know what to do with it. I feel like I need a life coach, I can't run this race by myself, then I remember my friends. At some point, I thought about spending my savings on booze and parties to numb the loneliness but I took a short trip and I saw the beauty of the big picture. My advice; never under estimate the power of the judgmental extremists, they sense any weakness and they pounce on their prey like jungle cats. More, the whack pack gets even bigger and bigger, everyone agreeing with them and scared to be their own person and make their own mistakes… but I'm not, I'm not the most classy or disciplined but I'd rather die believing that the human race is capable of loving.


I got excited for a minute, I tried to convince myself that chivalry is not something John Hughes made up in a romantic 80s movie, I tried to see the possibility of it actually existing in my life. I failed. I'm exhausted from dating, I've given out everything, my essence, the things that makes me special, I've lost it. Maybe it's not my fault but I'll take blame, maybe I'm just a stupid whore believing there's a Richard Gere somewhere out there to complete my own version of Pretty Woman or Rapunzel, too scared to step out of my comfort. It isn't what it is, I will make it what it should be. Yes, I can! I want John Cusack from Serendipity, fist-pumping air because he found me. I want Leonardo Di Caprio from Titanic, holding on against the odds, I want to runaway on a bicycle with Ben Affleck from The Town, I want to go hiking with Hugh Jackman after he shows up outside my apartment with a boom-box playing Musiq Soulchild's "So Beautiful". I want to be excited, I've given so much for too little and I don't care how long it takes I won't SETTLE. Someone once said to me "you live your life like it's a movie", well… stay tuned!


Fresh start? Well, if that's what you want to call it. 2011 was a year of sober reflections and lessons, it's only January and I feel like mother nature dumped me on a trampoline, surrounded again by my life, my friends and family bringing optimism and hope to what I thought was over. I'll say I'm back at one, starting at point 'A', where 'A' is for Awesome!

Friday, December 16, 2011

I am me

somber
salient
saturating my senses
a miracle
made manifest
emotionally purging ecstasy
to my soul
telling my story
speaking my truth
"for no other reason
do i persist
to shape your destiny
and impact your mind
for no other reason
do i exist"
says the tiny voice
that echoes
so loudly
like a schizophrenic dumb act
that angry juxtaposition
of peace and chaos
threatening to unravel
all reasoning
invasive
pervasive
tenacious
undeniable
truth
like a vine
spreading
like wildfire
taking over and
erasing all traces
of pain
I am me...
defiant
definitely delivered
and [re]defined.

Monday, November 21, 2011

For Peace.

in my search                                                                
for the last piece
of my mind
i lost while
attempting
to find peace
in my heart
i decided
to write
and right
to the left
of where
i last looked
taking refuge
in the refuse
of the mess
i made
i found
peace of mind
shivering
amongst
the broken pieces
of my heart
taking time
to mend and console
as i allowed her to do so
i held her close
until she was whole
and i promised
never again
to lose her
or me
i promised
never again
to allow
another piece
of history

deny me
the peace
promised
in reaching

my destiny
the peace
that for me
simply is

Friday, November 18, 2011

Lamentations in a valley... FEAR?

                                                                                    "Even though I walk
                                                                                       through the valley
                                                                                   of the shadow of death
                                                                                       I will fear no evil..."
                                                                                 



                                                                                          i won't call it fear...
                                                                                                
                                                                                                       for
                                                                                           every step reveals
                                                                                             something new
                                                                                             every decision
                                                                                             something true
                                                                                            and every action
                                                                                      something unmistakable

                                                                                           i won't call it fear...
                                                                                                     failing
                                                                                                   even after
                                                                                                    realizing
                                                                                               that this isn't that
                                                                                              and here isn't there
                                                                                                        and i
                                                                                                      can fight
                                                                                                         or i
                                                                                                     can whine
                                                                                                         but i
                                                                                                 don't have time
                                                                                               within this rhyme
                                                                                                   to decipher
                                                                                                     or decide

                                                                                                         still...
                                                                                               i won't call it fear
                                                                   
                                                                                                         fate
                                                                                         eventually allows release
                                                                                              so instead of afraid
                                                                                              love has been made
                                                                                              manifest before me,
                                                                                             writing the next verse
                                                                                                       in a song
                                                                                                        which is
                                                                                                        my story.

                                                                                                         hence,
                                                                                              i won't call it fear.

                                                                                                     i'll just say...
                                                                                                     i'm a tad bit
                                                                                                    overwhelmed
                                                                                            and i'm okay with that.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

It is what it is!

I decided to remain inactive at one point expecting for the tragedy of my personality to seem aesthetically pleasing again, maybe I need a miracle or maybe I need to just sit and persevere with a joyful heart… but how can I? It's almost Christmas and the weather is still confused, almost as much as I am about who I am… and the gap, where I am now, standing behind the glass door staring anxiously at everything I want. It's painful, all the bitterness and heaviness in my chest is causing my back to ache… I'm not complaining. Everyday of this year has been the worst day of the year, sometimes I feel like I'm doing something substantial but then something(one) ruins it. Am I trying too hard? Someone once said life is like a pool, you have to let go and relax and take it a stroke at a time. I don't know how to just relax and remain totally dependent. I'm calm on the surface, everyone seems to get the vibe of warmth around me except me. I'm a restless soul, I want everything together at once and I do feel like I can do it but somewhere around the struggle I've lost my push, my will to will… dear Twentee5, *sigh*. It has been said that when you reach the end of your rope, you should tie a knot and hold on; but what happens when in the process of holding, your arms grow fatigued and your perspiring hands begin to cramp, causing you to lose your grip? There is a tiredness known only to the mind which encapsulates the spirit and invades the body to the point of what feels like an irreversible, inevitable demise, oblivion to self perhaps. Thankfully, feelings are not the final note... I have my brain but it's weak from all the pondering.



In this moment of melancholy, the desire to say what for now cannot be expressed, it hangs heavily on my chest. The need to speak in truth that which cannot yet be spoken in love, prevents me from opening the pressure valve on emotions long past the point of needing release... gagged by words not willing to be spoken, masking the pain of a spirit that lies helplessly inside me . You are not ready to receive the truth I am capable of sharing, I am not ready to speak it to my hearing either. I'm floating, falling, drowning in my mess... you cannot believe anything from me until I can conceive and accept the probability that what I want to be a lie is substantially true. If only I stepped outside the realm of deception in which I hold on to. The possibilities of me doing anything remotely connected to accepting the truth is HIGHLY unlikely so for now, it is what it is.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

My Heart...

... loves a man
that doesn't understand
that while i can't imagine
a tomorrow without him
life has given me
a multitude of [to]days
from which he has been absent

my heart loves a man
who is not ready to accept
that i am so drawn to his intellect
that i can barely keep myself in check

the chatter in the background
disguised as the lives we live
will not afford us the opportunity
for either of us to consider
the possibility that we
could be
just what
the other
needs
wants
desires


the paths of our lives
somehow still managed to intertwine
and yet in a parallel dimension we exist
as we examine each twist
of the dance we do
first her
next him
then me
now you

my heart loves this man
and refuses to understand
why "yes" can't be maybe
"one day" can't be now
why "i love you" can't be enough

Friday, October 7, 2011

Serial Ideologue

Dear Twentee5, you know I used to think that true love is the only thing that can crush my heart. The thing that will take my life and light it out. Or destroy it. Then, I become a mother. At first, I didn't really understand the responsibilities and privileges until recently. A lot of times one has to step outside the person they've always been to remember the person they are meant to be. The person they are. I've never really given the matter of whether or not I'll be successful much thought. It's not one of the problems I have and I'm not bragging like I'm the heir to a multi- million dollar estate or anything like that. It just has never been in my top 50 greatest fears and still isn't. Honestly, one time I lost faith in myself and it turned out to be a good thing. I've always been so confident in knowing I can conquer the world alone, who was I kidding? How can I plan a tomorrow without the support of the "Giver of Life"? In the summary of James 4: 13-16, the Good Book says it will happen "if the Lord wills". Just in case you're wondering, the fear of being abandoned is my greatest fear. It's number 1-20 on my top 50 greatest fears... you know, different interpretations but same meaning. According to statistics, there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world, give or take a few. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Over six billion people in the world, six billion souls and all you need is one. I mean, where do you even begin?



I was wondering at why people have suddenly become frequent complainers. Why people are most excited during the weekends and why trend has become so cool. The depth of my thought led me to what I want to call "serial ideologue". My mind roamed from love, to change, to why we feel the need to overcome change and many other stuff I'm too embarrassed to share. When people say things like "people don't change" it drives me crazy because, as one that worshiped at the alter of science, change is literally the only constant thing. Energy. Matter. It's always changing, morphing, merging, growing, dying. It's the way people try not to change that's unnatural. The way we cling to what things we are instead of letting things be what they are. The way we cling to old memories instead of forming new ones. The way we insist on believing despite every scientific and spiritual indication that anything in this lifetime is permanent. Change is constant. How we experience change that's up to us. It can feel like death or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can feel like pure adrenaline. Like at any moment we can have another chance at life. Like at any moment, we can be born all over again.




What I've realized is that the moment you decide to analyze and attempt to make sense out of life, you'll end up with a lot of questions you cannot take eternity to find answers to. I sincerely want to be more than just happy, I want to live everyday in utter joy and gladness from my belly. So I made a promise to stop complaining and start appreciating. For truth, responsibility has become a huge part of my life that I always expect it to be there. I cannot remember a time in my life when it wasn't there. What I forget is how ordinary my life would be without these responsibilities. What would I be living for, myself? I know there are a lot of people like me who often feel like nobody appreciates their efforts, all they do is give give give and nobody even cares to stop and ask "how are you?" because they want honest answers. I would encourage you like I do myself, do not let your fire go out spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all else you kill the hero in your soul and rot in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. This may just be me talking to myself again but you should be self-inspired to enjoy everyday in gratitude. Are you so special that the "Giver of Life" decided to spare you one more day? The mind that dreams sees clearly, ahead. The world you desire, that persistent dream, can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible.



Sunday, October 2, 2011

Here's to the Future...

As happens a-times, a moment settled, hovered and remained much more than a moment. Sound stopped and movement too, for much more than a moment… and then the moment was gone. In other words, I feel like a musician without her band- just me and my microphone doing resonating acapellas. I visited my village for my sister's wedding and speaking of the food and hospitality, I had a swell time. Also, a VERY long conversation with my grandma, last time I saw her I was 5 years old… she's 101 years old now, how time flies. I wanted to ask her a lot of questions but I was scared, not sure what my fear was about. Maybe she may not know the answers, maybe I'm scared to bother her with my problems or maybe I'm just scared I might get the answers… I'm afraid of knowing, It's funny but maybe someone should have interviewed my mom before she had a baby. As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things we think will make our life better- money, education, for some popularity, fame, a social "relevance" (LOL), we ignore the things that truly matter. The simple things like friendship, family, love, the things we probably already have. The short trip opened my eyes to a lot of things, like hey, there's more to life than 140 character long texts, red carpets and fancy careers… let's start with a smile.



My grandma would dive at any opportunity to get company, I totally get her. She's still breathing, she still matters. For the first time ever, I met someone who's optimistic about death… pretty cool, huh? Anyways, on the matter, my uncle asked me what I'm doing about "finding a husband" and I CONFIDENTLY said nothing. That's not what I want else I'd have been Mrs miserable four years ago. I'm not quite the eloquent speaker, so I'm borrowing a few words from Shakespeare.  'Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds…' . When life gets hard, when things change, true love remains the same. After I heard my sister tell me of what she and her husband had been through in courtship, I felt a flexible joint of safety in my bones. I don't know how to say it but she gave me hope and I don't want to say it loud because what if Life finds out and tries to beat it out of her just to get at me? We all can use a little general feeling that some desire will be fulfilled. The feeling that everything would be okay and someone will be there to make sure of that. So here's to my sister and her hubby, to everyone who's married to LOVE, for LOVE and because of LOVE. Here's to hope, to remember today as the beginning of always. A promise. A reward for persisting through life so long alone, together. A belief in each other. A decision to ignore, to simply rise above everything. A covenant, which at once binds two souls and severs all prior ties. A celebration of the chance taken and challenges that lie ahead. Two will always be stronger than one and love will be the guiding force- the lamp, the yellow brick road. last night was mere formality, only an announcement to the world of feelings long held, promises made long ago in the sacred spaces of their hearts. Here's to love, for always and forever.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Unaccompanied Minor

I'm proud to say another sister of mine is getting married, she's absolutely excited about the new life she has accepted. I think that love is the greatest thing that can happen to anyone, finding that one person that understands every word you cannot say, every pain you feel and promises to always be there. What can't you do with a buddy who believes in you? What can't you achieve if they continue to believe in you not regarding your "deficiencies"? You don't know this, but loneliness is underrated… or maybe you do.



One of my hardest lesson, still learning, is how to prioritize. I'm the boss at making foolish, spontaneous decisions, especially when I want something very badly. But I never made a spontaneous decision about love, oh wait.. I have, one time I made a quick exit, but it's not one I wish I didn't. I don’t know why I did it but today, I can recognize that events back then were part of a lifelong pattern in which thinking and doing have either come together or failed to come together, even though I've never done things I had not decided to do- I know, that was gibberish, but you follow. I like the idea of love, I'm a sucker for love related cry movies and Danielle Steel books. But somehow I carry around this silly thought that people are better off alone, no reasons to lie or apologize or explain or worry about stretch marks.



Biology determines much of the way we live. From the moment we're born we know how to breathe and eat. As we grow older, new instincts kick in. We learn from our parents, we become territorial, we seek protection… And most important of all, we reproduce. My sister is about to alter her DNA, maybe not but it sure feels like. She not going to be my sister anymore, she's going to be my sister mixed up with some weird DNA. She's going to have new traditions, new long standing and specific practices… Biology sucks! Biology says that we are who we are from birth, that our DNA is set in stone. Unchangeable. Life changes us. We develop new traits, become less territorial, we stop competing, we learn from our mistakes. We face our greatest fears, for better or worse- we find ways to change our biology. The risk, of course, is that we can change too much, to the point we don't know ourselves. Finding a way back can be difficult… wait, who said anything about "finding a way back" out of love?



I always said I'd be happier alone, like the unaccompanied minor. I'd have my work, my friends and my daughter as my candy and chocolaty treats but someone in my life all the time, like parents? More trouble than it's worth... hey, I got over it. There's a reason I said I'd be happier alone, it was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone because what if you learn that you need love and then you can't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain… again? Losing love is like organ damage or like dying. The only difference is death ends, shattered love? It can go on forever. But it's better to have someone, even if it hurts, even if it's the most painful thing you have to do, even if it's the most painful thing you've ever had to do. Everything is a lot easier if you have someone

Monday, September 26, 2011

You're about to read top secret... don't tell my mommy!

Dear twentee5(er), I totally now get why my dad doesn't want his daughters to get married, yet. I mean apart from the whole wedding ceremony thing which he's not so great at, he maybe trying to tell us that there's a lot more to life than having a "happy ever after". I visited several friends during the weekend, one of which is a relationship atheist... like absolutely the Nigerian George Clooney, except he doesn't work in show business and it's all corresponding. Hey, do you ever feel like the universe is trying to tell you something when a particular topic is talked about, is a side attraction during a gossip, it's on TV, someone accidentally bought you a gift book- same topic or even at church? Anyways, it's not that all of a sudden I stopped believing my fairytale is out there, some exciting new things are occupying my mind. Things like how AWESOME God is, how he chooses the foolish stuff to make a mess of the too-school-for-cool-stuff, how I can never understand the depth of his wisdom or his existence.. for me, a concentrated deep thinker, I'm amazed. A friend of mine chatted to me about a seminar she attended, she used an analogy I found somewhat interesting. She compared God to a very powerful King who married a whore... talk about abominable acts and then she (the whore), in turn feels like she owes everything to him and decides to do only what is pleasing to this powerful King. The "whore' here refers to the world, especially Christians. She wrote: "... how great is our God, I think also that the fact that He saved me knowing my sin is pretty crazy is super cool... it's not like He saved me and discovered my sin and went 'oh crap!what did I just do?'... that just makes me desire to live for Him and love Him more...", I absolutely understand how she feels. Y'know people just want someone to be there when they're down, someone to say "I care" and mean it, someone to just say "everything would be alright". I find all these someones when I study the Bible and it's all I want to talk about.  I don't have a plan which is very unlike me and I suppose I could riff on a list of things I care as little about as mapping out one.... Let's see...Working out, The Nigerian politics, Boko Haram, HITV, Organic food, The Bush daughters, The O.C., The U.N., CNN, BBC and any other news TV. The Latin Grammys, What Footballer's earn and Australia.... I'm Just in awe of God's greatness! Okay, so onto the more carnally interesting stuff. I wrote a poem, "Girl" inspired by the word "Paramour" and I wasn't sure posting on here would be a great idea until "tweeps" insisted... in other news, I'm having some weird pregnancy-like food cravings, extra spicy Shawarma... enjoy your "Girl" :D




GIRL

Girl… she sits opposite the ghost, pale and vulnerable with a lot to say. They meet when it walks to her, they touch fingers passing through space. She thinks it's familiar and fearless, she knows it like she knows herself. It's like "word and opposite" but also like a synonym; One, the same and different. She to it is a doxy, in the darkness of her subconscious she's being pleasured and the reality of her existence is tinged with pain, bittersweet.


What real grandeur had your weekend to shout about, MisStress? Did you drink tequila like that's the name of the game- to kill her, lip rouge, chemise down… ticky tock, non-stop in your exotic world of selfish perversion. The goddess seductress, go on, be honest... no one can accuse you of a thing you're not. You are daughter of eve and your repertoire is prima.


Female. The lushness of pink. The definition of fragile. The strength of a tiger. She rides her bike through a hula-hoop set ablaze, blindfolded. She gives herself away, she puts herself together, she pushes a little harder and she never explains. Miss Glamour kitty-kat, her name is girl







Thursday, September 22, 2011

Scribbles, scribbles, scribbles

Have you ever confused a dream with real life? Or faced a reality you had imagined, the exact same way? Or shoplifted when you could afford the piece? Or felt like your mind stopped working because you feel your strength subdued by a familiar aura? Maybe I'm crazy, but aren't we all freaks? Maybe it's 2011 and it was designed to happen this way. Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret, it's a character amplified. if you've ever told a lie and delighted in it, if you think stabbing people is funny to watch, if you say "like" every 3 words you speak during a conversation, if you've ever cried your eyes out because of someone else's loss, if you've ever partied all week non-stop, through a year. And friends, they were not perfect but I "loved" them, present tense applies also. Some I've seen, some never again but there isn't a day my mind doesn't wander to them. Managed to get on the other side,  trust me everything you see and hear from this place is ridiculous. The good thing is I've made space for new things to fill in. I'm happy, I've tasted extreme… I know what it's like to want to die, how it can hurt sometimes to smile, how you hurt yourself on the outside to suffocate a thing on the inside and how to exist without a plan.


I was very sick around January this year, doctor advised I visited a psychologist because I was diagnosed of nothing but Paranoia, what I didn't tell anyone was that I actually did. After two sessions, she diagnosed me of Borderline Personality Syndrome. It's an instability of self-image, relationships and moods caused by uncertainty of goals and may lead to impulsive activities that are self-damaging like drugs, excessive intake of alcohol and casual sex. The first question I asked her was "what kind of sex isn't casual?", she also said social contrariness, withdrawal and a generally pessimistic attitude would be observed. I thought she was a joke, last one I attended was January 3rd when I tried to prove that I wasn't crazy, only a little sick. I found my way to therapy when I found a church... let's not  concern you with the rest of the story.


My name is … well, I am Babe Ruthless. If a person can be defined, here goes: girl with abandonment issues, funky child, into pink but would rather do yellow, clumsy by nature, extreme somebody, lover of Shakespeare and music, somewhat selfish, supporter of world peace, kind of conceited (I often pray about it), errm… I can't remember the rest. When you want to become numb, death can seem like a dream but death- having the courage to face it and to careless about it's existence makes dreaming about it ludicrous and pathetic. I drifted from this world and all I can say now is I can now feel things again. whatever it was, I got over it using this place to talk and reading about God and trusting Him. These words are just thoughts, who knows… maybe I'm a liar but I went a little crazy to regain my sanity. I totally deserve a hug :)

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Deny Deny DENY!

Everyone is scarred. We have them like secret road maps of our personal histories and diagrams of our old wounds. Every time  I look at my left arm, I'm reminded of Buckie and Belly… my bunnies, they were the stars of my evenings (RIP). Some wounds don't heal, we carry them with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers. What's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should've healed years ago and never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think but that's not the way it is, is it? According to my father, "the thing that brings a man down is the same over and over again". I can verify that statement, I grew up with the most amazing and incredibly smart man but he wouldn't keep off the bottles. So, I came to conclusion that some things we just have to learn over and over and over again. 


Deny, deny, deny! We deny everything; we deny that we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed and the most preposterous is how we deny that we're in denial. We only see what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We lie to ourselves so much that after a while the lies start to seem like the truth. We deny so much that we can't recognize the truth right in front of our faces… no, we recognize it but how can we accept that we're wrong after being so right in denial? The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon; it doesn't protect us or make us untouchable, it makes us vulnerable, available for criticism, persuasion and temptation . We can only lie to ourselves for so long, we are tired, we are scared but denying it doesn't change the facts. You cannot fight the devil with a demon!




Pain, it comes in all forms. The small twinge like a cramp, a bit of soreness, the random pains you don't notice till you touch them like a rug burn, the normal pains that we live with everyday. Then there's the kind of pain you can't ignore, a level of pain so great that it blocks out everything else; makes the rest of your world fade away until all you can think about is how much you hurt and how everyone else in the world is so different from you. How we manage our pain is up to us. We can anesthetize- drink it all away until we become comfortably numb and can no longer feel ourselves or embrace and ride it out with comforting support from loved ones or we can simply pray and hope the greater forces will help us push through it.



At the end of the day, when it comes down to it- reality, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distances and pretend not to care about one another, it's usually a load of bull. We choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to remain close by… a phone call or a PING!!! away at least. No matter how much we hurt them, they stick around- those are the ones worth keeping. Sure, sometimes close can be too close, like when you mistakenly throw on your best friend's underwear or when you go through your boyfriend's messages but sometimes, that invasion of personal space, can be exactly what you need.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Truth or Dare... sometimes a fantasy

Dear Twentee5, i think that generally speaking, this year has been a tough year for hearts. A lot of people died, disasters, riots, divorces, people lost their jobs, even broken relationships. Life is short and opportunities are rare so we have to be vigilant in protecting them and not only the opportunities to succeed but the opportunities to laugh - to laugh till it hurts, to see the enchantment and beauty of simple things and to live because life doesn't owe us anything, in fact I think we owe something at least, to the world. I like how I can close my eyes and see people as people; human- flesh and blood wrapped in a suit of disappointment. People are going to disappoint you, I totally get that but what happens if one day you wake-up and realize you are the disappointment? I want to draw something that means something to someone, but I can't draw. I can do this; write but the problem with writing is it's much. It's baring all, no subliminal or hidden rhymes can hide an emotion, there's no Picasso on the keyboard. I wish I could say everything I want to say but keep my identity hidden, be absolutely normal, like the passenger beside you on the bus, the stranger you stepped on at the market or even your sister.


Let’s play truth or dare, or maybe just dare, because nobody knows how to tell the truth anymore. I dare you to imagine a future moment in your life where all your dreams come true. You know… the greatest moment of your life and you get to experience it with one person. Who's standing next to you? Wait! Don't answer that, you don't want to disappoint yourself, I mean if I were you I'd totally down the bottle of vodka instead… LOL! People who are meant to be together always find a way to each other. A wise man once said – “You can have anything in life if you’re willing to sacrifice everything else for it.” What he meant is nothing comes without a price. So before you go into battle, you better decide how much you’re willing to lose. Too often going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right and letting someone in means abandoning the walls you’ve spent a lifetime building. Of course the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don’t see coming. When we don’t have time to come up with a strategy to pick sides or to measure the potential loss. When that happens, when the battle chooses us, and not the other way around, that’s when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.

You know I've got a lot of my "there are two kinds of people in the world" theories, this one is pretty silly... There are lyric people and music people. The lyrics people tend to be analytical. They know all about the meaning of the song, they're the ones you see with the CD insert out like 5 minutes after buying it, pondering over the lyrics, interpreting the heck out of everything, quoting the lines and writing about the singers intentions. Then the music people who could careless for the lyrics as long as its just got like a good beat and you could dance to it. I don’t know… I think it might be easier to be a music girl and not a lyric girl. But since I’m not, let me just say this; Somethings find you when you need them to find you, I believe that, and for me its usually song lyrics. Many people die with their music still in them. Too often it's because they are always getting ready to live, "I'll do this and that tomorrow"or "I'm saving this for her birthday"…Before they know it, time runs out. The fantasy is simple- Pleasure is good, and twice as much pleasure is better. Pain is bad, and no pain is better but the reality is different. The reality is that pain is there to tell us something- there's only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomach ache with reference to my chocolate loving three year old and maybe that's okay or maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dreams.