Ask Me Although I’d Rather Not Tell

Guilt engulfed me whole;

buckets and buckets of one emotion washed over

No tears or silent screams could describe the internal quarrel

brought by a careless action

Burdened thoughts weighted my shoulders;

they grew heavier with every step

Selfishness soon wiggled itself into the cramped quarter

its prolonged presence unable to ignore

Questions and doubts arose in a sullen wave

never quite settled

I had no one else but myself to blame;

my roved path unknown

The darkness of the night reflected residues from footsteps

taken one too many times

Midnight came and went

my state unquelled

I sought mercy

and something better I received

Conscience

for my heinous deed

Munificent Greed

Cold black tendrils snaked its way into the heart,

nestling near the beating organ with placate

Wisps of treachery and deception eroded its nostrils

illusioning those it wished

Playing coy, it whispered sardonically into the ears of its enemy,

undulating emotions with prestidigitation

It pulled down a clouding curtain between lust and love,

driving the man insane to the point he lost himself

Wanting more and more,

never getting enough

Articulately trapping its corpulent prey

it wrapped its cadaverous fingers around the throat,

squeezing ever so gently

Emphasizing the intense desire to want and take

wrenching vociferously at the wavering soul

it disposed of its poison

Deadly liquid poured effervescently into the rushing viens,

spreading with every breath inhaled

Agony and pain soon followed

Until pure consciousness capitulated into the bosoming greed

Blog of the Year 2013!

It still hasn’t been a full year since I started blogging so imagine my surprise when a beloved blogger, missamanthajill, nominated me for the blog of the year 2013!! It’s hard to believe how far my blog has come in the last several months and the abundance of blogs and bloggers I’ve cordially met. It’s amazing and even more so, remarkable. Why remarkable, because never in a million years would I have thought that my blog would be noticed by anyone but those close to me! So thank you! Thank you every reader, blogger, and viewer out there for giving my blog a chance! Because I would not be where I am if not for you guys!

Now, as you all know, everything has a creator and therefore the creator of this specific award has a message for all nominees. Please check this out at  The Thought Palette

If you answer yes for any one of these following question then this Blog of the Year 2013 award is for you!

Do you know a blog that deserves an award?

Do you have special blogs that you love to read?

Which blogs do you bookmark and follow?

Would you like to give them an award this year?

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Instructions for this award are pretty straightforward:

1. Select the blog(s) you think deserve the ‘Blog of the Year 2013’ Award

2. Write a blog post and tell us about the blog(s) you have chosen – there are no minimum or maximum number of blogs required – and ‘present’ the blog(s) with their award.

3. Let the blog(s) that you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the instructions with them – (please don’t alter the instructions or the badges!)

4. Come over and say hello to the originator of the ‘Blog of the Year 2013’ Awardvia this link – http://thethoughtpalette.co.uk/blog-awards-2/blog-of-the-year-2013-award/

5. You can now also join the ‘Blog of the Year’ Award Facebook page – click the link here https://www.facebook.com/groups/BlogoftheYear/ and share your blog posts with an even wider audience.

6. And as a winner of the award – please add a link back to the blog that presented you with the award – and then proudly display the award on your blog… and start collecting stars…

stars

Yes – that’s right – there are stars to collect!

Unlike other awards which you can only add to your blog once – this award is different!

When you begin you will receive the ‘1 star’ award – and every time you are given the award by another blog – you can add another star!

There are a total of 6 stars to collect.

Which means that you can check out your favourite blogs – and even if they have already been given the award by someone else – you can still bestow it on them again and help them to reach the maximum 6 stars!

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‘Blog of the Year 2013’ Award Badges

As already stated, there are the six badges for you to collect – you can either ‘swap’ your badge for the next one each time you are given the award – or even proudly display all six badges if you are lucky enough to be presented with the award six times! You will find the badges on The Thought Palette blog.

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There are also 6 awards in thumbnail size for your sidebar. Visit The Thought Palette blog for these.

And Congratulations on being chosen for the ‘Blog of the Year 2013’ Award!

So those are the rules and regulations everyone! I’m only nominating several blogs and they are…

  1. Cindy Baker
  2. Rabe MacSeoin
  3. Man of Many Thoughts
  4. Jane Risdon 
  5. totaloverdose

So, these are the 5 nominees! If I had the time (I hope you all know) that I would nominate each and every one of you!

Happy 2014! :D

 

The Versatile Blogger Award

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 I’m flabbergasted someone thought of my blog and even more so- nominated me for a ‘Versatile Blogger’! It’s a privilege and I  apparently can’t thank Rabe MacSeoin, a remarkable blogger herself, enough! Once again, thank you!

Alright, I have a few manageable rules  to follow and the first would be posting seven things about myself:

1.  I believe that a person’s personality has more to do with their perspective, education, and childhood than simply their outwardly appearance.

2.  I strive for a self-taught education where I learn (to think for myself) from traveling and meeting other people. John Holt in his book ‘Instead of Education’ wrote in perspective of the educators “He tells us, in effect, that we cannot be trusted even to think, that for all our lives we must depend on others to tell us the meaning of our world and our lives, and that any meaning we may make for ourselves, out of our own experience, has no value.”

3.  I’ve been home-schooled for most of my middle and high school years and enjoyed every single minute for not a second went to waste emulating celebrities.

4. I highly respect Robert Frost’s classical statement of “Poetry is something poets write” when pressed for an answer by an inquisitive questioner- instead of going into the depth (never stopping the questioner’s train of wonder) and remarking “Poetry is a rhythmical composition of words expressing an attitude, designed to surprise and delight, and to arouse an emotional response.”

5.  Everyone has moody days and they all have different ways of motivating themselves, for me, it would be my stash of inspiring quotes from, sometimes, well-known authors.

6.  Failing is not something I handle well but I have learned that you must fall in order to get up.

7.  ‘Somethings may be learned best in school while others could be learned as well or better out of school’ that thinking has saved me many times from falling into the traps of unfortunately many myopic teachers.

And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for…*Drumrolls!!*

Amazing Nominees:

Guidelines for nominees:

  1.  Display the Award Certificate on your blog.
  2. Write a post and link back to the blogger who nominated you, and post 7 interesting things about yourself.
  3. Nominate 15 other bloggers.
  4. Inform them of their nomination via comment on their blog.

THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU ALL WILL ACCEPT! :)

Neglected Generation

A sentiment feeling of forlorn overwhelmed the old couple while they sat rocking in a chair outside, gazing at the surrounding nursing homes

The empty spurious promises and carping threats made by their own kin, managed to sadden them all the more

Belabored in their ripe age, the husband and wife silently watched the effect of the new season take place with a keen sense of melancholy

With every fluttering of a leaf before it fell to the sodden earth, with every sway after the wind battered the tree, a deep pang struck both their hearts – where once they felt compassion regret devoured

They knew, soon enough, they too would shrivel into ashes drifting off into the cusp of repudiation finally meeting what their souls coveted- solace

But for now- they would wait, breathing in the pervading stench of soiled linens, holding on to their dignity

All the while, a glimmer of hope lay, beneath the couple’s scourged affection – that maybe the prolonged absence would be filled and that their children hadn’t forgotten them after all

A Cancerous Journey to the End – Holding on to Love’s Last Song

A throaty chuckle bounces off the enclosed walls and she beams-knowing she was the reason behind his pensive smile

The jubilant atmosphere lingers a moment or two longer before diminishing back to its ruminative subtrosphere and she furrows her brows at his tensed body language

Tear smudges become evident on his cheeks and she reaches out to touch the soft flesh in between the pad of her thumb and forefinger

Thin paper clothing barely covering her scarred body, crumple in response to her movements, and she keenly watches as he reluctantly moves in to her delicate stroking

She sympathetically flashes him an expression between pain and happiness, quickly disguising the internal conflict she, too, felt

Suddenly, vigorous coughs spill blood onto her illusent hospital dress but he can only watch helplessly while she dabs at the pervading rogue inkling down her purplish lips

He eventually begins crying in anguish, seeing the love of his life struggle mentally with a fatal disease- a cancer of sorts

The coughing soon seize and she rests her dizzying head onto the chalky pillow behind her, muttering incoherent sentences

She later gestures for him to cover the distance between them and he complies, sitting next to her slender frame on the small bed while crystal pearls slip down his stubby chin

She gently whispers into his ear soothingly and he holds her close to his chest, afraid of ever letting her go

Gradually, he tenderly kisses her smooth head and sings a sweet melody the two had once strung up together

His soft-tempered voice calms her anxieties and she melts into the song, allowing the even pitch to ring mildly through her eardrums

After the last note, her milky chocolate eyes flutter shut under the reflecting moonlight and he pecks her cheek for a very last time

Empowered by Despair

A frosty breath of death closely hovers overhead

while the fireplace does little to provide warmth for her trembling bones

 Sinking feverishly into the leather couch,

she vigorously wraps her frail fingers around the porcelain mug as daunting matters press her mind

Slowly stirring the frothy liquid in tarrying perturbation,

she contemplates the macabre consequences of the violaceous poison

To die or not to die

Tentatively raising her feeble arms,

she brings the mug to her bottom lips slightly shivering in anxiety

A whiff of the strong bittersweet aroma permeates through her nostrils,

sending her nerves into more of a jumbling coil

Riveting her eyes onto the flickering flames,

she takes a sip, spilling precious drops down her chin

The taste is foreign and as it dribbles to the back of her throat,

death gives her the lightest of his kiss

Succumbing her into an eternal sleep