Fresh Out of Clover – One-Liner Wednesday

I figure whenever you’re down and out the only way is up! –from Wild Cat


This has been going through my head as of late. It’s a line that I sang to audition for a school musical back in high school one year (and then we moved and so it didn’t matter in the end). And it’s right, when you’re down in the dirt and muck and feeling bruised and broken and that you can sink no lower…you can only go up.

So why don’t you pick yourself up, clean yourself off, heal up (slowly, so excruciatingly slowly) and move up?

While it’s true that you’ll never be quite who you were before, that doens’t have to be a bad thing. Change doens’t have to be bad for even the worst damage can bring out the most beautiful parts of a piece or art that you didn’t even know where there until you start to clean it up.

Check out the original One-Liner Wednesday, it’ll make you laugh this week!

Confusing Lyrics – Ramble-y Reminiscence 4

What a laugh it would have been, if Daddy had only seen Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night!

Spent most of my childhood thinking this song was a prelude to a long divorce process.

And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again…

I wondered why it would matter to ‘Mom and Dad’ to want school to start again. Mine had work during the holidays and my elder siblings were the ones who watched us during Winter Break and counted down the days ’til it was over.

I didn’t understand it then, but I understand it now…

There are a lot of different songs that made no sense to me until I was an adult.

What are your family’s holiday traditions?

Does switching which parent’s house we’re at each year count?

Running Scared

Sometimes I run,
Sometimes I hide,
Sometimes I’m scared of you…

–Brittney Spears, Sometimes

It didn’t matter how far she moved away, the mocking laughter was always there, surrounding her, hounding her, letting her know that all of her attempts to escape were in vain.

“You can’t escape, darling,” the voice taunted, “Wherever you run, I will be there waiting. Wherever you hide, the light will shine.”

Sweat trickled down her neck, disappearing into the opaque clothing that she always wore. Her eyes darted about, but found no one stepping forth from the shadows. Harsh light glared down at her and only her ability to quickly adjust her eyesight saved her from being blinded.

“And though you have always loved the light, you find that it is not what you thought it was, was it?” the voice continued, “Not so comforting nor warm.”

She continued to run, but the harsh light followed after her and the shadows only grew larger.

“You can’t escape something in your own mind~!” the voice, her voice, singsonged at her.

She closed her eyes and kept running.

Be careful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one. —Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 – 1900)

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Little snippet inspired by today’s prompt from Light and Shade Challenge. It’s only a little snippet because I’m still sick with that cold and having a hard time doing more than little snippets of work. Just can’t think.

EDIT: Got the first quote slightly wrong, Thanks, joetwo, for pointing it out to me.

Instead…

Who says, who says you’re not worth it?
Who says you’re not perfect
Who says you’re the only one whose hurting
Trust me, that’s the price of beauty,
Who says you’re not pretty?
Who says you’re not beautiful?
Who says? –“Who Says” by Selena Gomez
 

Why were people so heartless? So eager to cast someone, anyone down into the dirt and mock them as they flung stones? Why did they only feel better about themselves when they were destroying someone else?

It didn’t always end in death. Oh no, it was far more fun if their victim lived on, that way they didn’t have to find another to trap in the entanglement of their chosen entertainment.

Even those that had once been in the dirt were eager enough to squash someone else beneath them so that they knew that, for all their pains, there was someone worse off.

What would it take to stop this cycle? To change it so that pulling someone up and out of the mud would make you feel better instead of shoving them back down in it.

Is it even worth it some days?

Only you, yourself, can know the answer. It’s not the same for everyone, because some people just need time away from it all to rest. To step back and do something else, worry about anything else, because they’ve been int he trenches so long, that they’re starting to forget that anything else ever existed in the first place, let alone that they can make it.

In the end all it takes is time. Time that you use yo out-stubborn, outlast and out-believe that your way is the correct way in the first place. Because there’s no other way to do it.

Not that I’ve seen.

This mini-rant was inspired first by a post from Oliana that I read today, Sense of Loss, but the rant isn’t just about what was contained in her post. It was further pushed out because of this week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt.

There are many, many, many different ways to hurt someone, to push them down.

If only we had more ways to pull them back up instead.

Eventually… – Day Nineteen

Universal disease can only be cured in one way.
Never let it be unsaid that the cure wasn’t painful.
Even though she was alone, she wasn’t
Quite alone. There was another here who stayed
Until she gained some kind of mental footing.
Although she understood why she had been sent away,
Longing filled her split soul.

Sun’s coming up, coming up down on main street…Head in my hands, here I am standing in my bare feet.

Watching you drive away, watching you drive away. – Dixie Chicks

Bared in a way that she had never been before,
In her heart she was alone.
There was no soothing force that spread and healed
The cracks in her mind.
Eventually, she would accept that this was now her life.
Reality had always been harsh and yet…
Something within told her that this 
Was only the beginning…
Even should she ever find her other half,
Even should she stand next to her family…
There was no doubt in her mind that her sister was just as torn.

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt on using a sea shell: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-19-2/

Also, this is a part of one of my ongoing little universes. It’s been a bit since I’ve visited one of them with a poem.