If I asked you to speak, say anything you want the world to hear, what would it be?

I’ve got something to say, we’ve all got something to say. If I asked you to speak, say anything you want the world to hear, what would it be?

Especially here, on WordPress of all places, I feel like we are all filled with the need to be heard, to share and to express. I am asking those of you out there who are listening/reading to share with me what it is you would want the world to know if the world could hear you, if they could all read your words. what is it that you would share with all of the human race. Please comment below and share with me, and the world what you want or need them to hear, to understand, to know…

i have already opened this conversation up to those people in my everyday life as well as my social media account and have had a great deal of responses thus far and would like to continue this project and open it up to my wordpress community in hopes that we all find someone is listening, and we can all see what the human race really wants from one another, for ourselves, for our children for everyone.

(lets see what we all have inside of us to share with the world and once the project is complete i will share it with all of you, thank you in advance for anyone who chooses to share their wish, desire, thought, opinion, beliefs, hopes and so on here in this post)

It was a normal Monday morning everything was going along as it usually does for me as i pulled up to my office building where i held my office job i realized for the umpteenth time that my job makes me miserable. i thought to myself how happy and blessed i am in so many aspects of my life yet my soul still feels so cold and empty day in and day out as i pull up to work, walk to my desk, sit behind a computer screen for four hours, take my lunch break, sit at a park around the corner, return 30 minutes later and sit behind that same computer screen for the remaining four hours of my day.

REALLY? is this really where i am in my life at 26 years old, sitting at a desk just as i did when i was a kid with my head in the cloud and my thoughts moving upward and beyond? Absolutely, this is exactly where i am in my life. As hard as it is to admit and come to terms with, it is the truth. There is no point in denying it or running from it, because the truth will never fail to find you in the end. So as i sat there feeling like there had to be more, i grabbed my pad of paper and pen and this is all i could find to write ” I’ve got something to say, we’ve all got something to say. If I asked you to speak, say anything you want the world to hear, what would it be?” its as if i was asking myself to speak, and that is exactly what i was doing. As i thought about this statement, this question i realized that if i was feeling this way i was probably not the only one feeling this way, in fact everyone i have ever known has at one point in time has expressed the feeling of not being heard. so i decided to pose the question to everyone in my address book and on my social media page allowing those who have in the past felt this way or feel this way now or will ever be left feeling unheard in the future, To be heard, if by no one else,  by me.

However once this question got started and people began sharing their life advice for the human race, their opinions, their love, everything. something changed and there was an uplifting feeling brought to light. this simple question can show us how alike we all are and how different we all are at the same time and it can change perspectives which is the most amazing thing about it.

If you choose to comment and share, know that you will be heard. please put your first and last name in the comment if you do not want to share your name, you can choose to put solely your first name or “Anonymous”.

Lets see what you have to say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Imagine a world.

Imagine a world where love is the only thing that holds true worth, the value of love is immeasurable and this beautiful feeling was recognized for what it is by each and every person, the sole reason for existence.

I always imagined a life with grand opportunity
Even knowing that the truth lives within me
where one thousand men stood at my walls
holding them up until God would call
the oceans would stop at the foot of my door
and i would feel him call, call me for more
i was surrounded by people who felt little worth
because we are each so small in this world of girth
but one by one i built them up
and my heart became the worlds love
for feeling like we have nothing is just not true
because the world has me but more importantly they have you
so as you smile and your days go on
remember the ones who have done you wrong
and though they may need more than just this
know its less important to receive than it is to give
No i am not sitting here, holy as day
i speak only knowing my own mistakes
and life is a beauty as broken as we come
know we each deserve more, we all deserve love.

(No one has ever died from a broken heart) Or So They Say.

When you have love secreting from your pores it is easy to feel as though all is lost when that no longer remains. The love still comes just as it did before however when the object of your affection is missing, that love just recklessly spews out leaving nothing but an obvious void. I wonder at times how people carry on, is it because most do not shoulder emotion with such measure? It is not that the loss is so great that it has left me paralyzed but that time itself has become immeasurable and life will likely languish in misery. Not life in its entirety but the glorious wave of sentiment that comes and goes, which is where many of us unwittingly define our lives.

Again, Again…

Life is a whirl, Life is the wind

She smiles and dashes, dances and spins

Her legs run off as she slightly grins

And she has washed away my sins

 

Again, again how I forget

That the life inside it never ends

And to her heart I must just tend

So I can remember, again and again.

 

Her tiny hands embrace my face

And my past has left a single trace

Though we both lack of simple grace

I know that she is where, I hold my faith.

I wish…

I wish my hands were those of a piano player, as my fingertips would brush your keys you would hear the melody of me. I wish my tears would dance like the rain, and as I wept you would stroll calmly thru. I wish my eyes would shine like a lightning strike so when I glanced at you, you would know the depth of my truths. I wish my voice was a thunderstorm and when I spoke it crackled through you…

 

 

Your gaze stops me in my tracks

That simple smile, that fierce laugh

Are the undertow of what I don’t have.

 

I ache though all my lanky limbs

Because when your fingers graze

Across my rough skin

It’s all I can do, to not sink within

 

I close my eyes, but don’t have much to share

As I imagine your perfectly windswept hair

But even when you are not, I feel you there. 

Girl in a box.

Alienated, lost and nervous

Thinking this world is no more

And no more is a circus

Found on the floor

Just bent and distorted

The girl in a box

She’s crying and hurtin’ 

Her heart is so heavy

She’s trying, she learnin’

Choosing Life over the Thought of Flight.

My life is not an easy one
A demons work is never done
I hear them while I sleep at night
I seem them when I switch the light
My mind pretends to know me well
To keep me close and make me dwell
But the past is never coming back
If I know anything, I know that.

I remember seeing lights so bright
They gave me reasons left to fight
And if I fail, at least I tried
Choosing life over the thought of flight.

Well my loved ones are the angels now
And I remember when I am down
That wings tattooed upon my back
Are there to keep my life on track
My journeys blessed with hope and grace
And the glow within, my daughters face
Well I may never heal whats done
But in the future I have won.

Now when I close my eyes at night
The angles are right by my side.
remembering those lights so bright
That gave me reason left to fight
And if I fail, at least I tried
Choosing life over the thought of flight.

Raining Flowers and Tears

Your sweet postcards have left my way

But I can see you through the rain

Your travels were so far and broad

You left the lessons you had taught.

And whiskey lit my face up red

The day I heard that you were dead

 

The rain it follows me around

And I can feel it in the ground

Even when the sun is bright

It holds me, yes it holds me tight

And I don’t know about this life

When it gets hard, and I see strife

The rain still follows me around

Yes I can feel it in the ground

Every day and all around

 

The flowers that you always sent

I found them on my old doorstep

And when I got to old to care

My birthday flowers were still there

The note attached with lots of love

I was the one you were thinking of

 

Five days before my birthday came

My tears became the summer rain

We lowered you into the ground

With my birthday flowers all around

I let you go without regret

Knowing finally, you were at rest

 

But that rain now follows me around

And I can feel it in the ground

Even when the sun is bright

It holds me, Yes it holds me tight.

The Snowfall of Childhood.

We can feel the cold winter air circling around our bright red cheeks while the snow gently falls from the heavens to the cold wet ground. Under our snow pants our long underwear itches against our tiny pale legs, but mostly we don’t even notice because we are holding our sleds and standing as tall as warriors atop the perfect hill. READY? We say, as we stand looking around at one another, each of us thinking we will easily be the winner this time.  GO someone shouts from a distance and we run, we run and giggle and full force fall until our bellies meet the plastic of the sled. The fresh snow shoots up, over and around us and we are free, flying down this mountain of a hill just grinning and laughing. The end nears as we all one by one cross the imagined finish line then roll off the front of our sleds into the piles of frost and bounce off one another. We hoot and howl while still half buried in the fresh snowfall not knowing who the actual winner was but all assuming it was oneself. The adults would stand near the front door watching us and laughing at our silly behavior. We were children, all cousins and we were set free on Christmas eve with our brand new sleds every year. Our family would gather out in the woods right off the river at my auntie and uncles house where family had more of a meaning then the dictionary could ever describe.

Wreckage of the past.

The wreckage shines so brilliantly, captivating those who are easily diverted by even a small flicker. It will engulf the whole of you leaving you with only a slight chance to continue existing at all. Knowing this, you are still compelled to waste your sights along with your hindsight just to get a closer look. After the pure view has traveled from your eyes to your mind and then scratched its way into your soul, your scars turn to fresh wounds and then your confidence to uncertainty. This illusion catches you off guard every time though you know it is there lurking in the shadows of your past.  

 

I may as well have been drowning as a child because when that full force wave of life came in and took my little body, its cruel and unforgiving undertow rushed over me pounding every inch of life out of my lungs and heart as it continued to callously thrash against my soul, throwing me from one hardship to the next without so much as a breath to be taken or a helping hand to grip. Quickly did I learn to swim, yet I am still learning to fly.

 

Sometimes I feel wedged in the past. Like no matter how madly I run around banging my angry fists on every surface and wall that comes about, I cannot escape it. It jerks me in and engulfs my mind with every thought grasping onto me more firmly then the last until it has fully overcome the version of myself in which I have come to be. My past exposes a vulnerability that can drop me to my knees in an instant, knowing where I have come from and still fighting to prevail over these lurking memories has been the endeavor of my lifetime. It is not often I feel at ease, I lie in wait for the damage that has been done to truly set in and I mustn’t let these horrid events be set free for then I would no longer be bound to the tragedies that fashioned my current being.