Liebster Blog Award—Thank You!

Dear Readers,

I’ve been nominated for the Liebster Blog Award! Thank You Manu Kurup!

 

Had no idea what this meant, so I did a little research. The origins are a little sketchy, but I found that the award is dedicated to up and coming bloggers with less than either 200 or 3000 followers, and Liebster means “dearest” or “favorite.”

I appreciate all my readers, and I nominate all of the up and coming blogs I follow. I don’t mean to minimize the meaning of the award by not nominating a specific few, but anyone who has started a blog deserves this award for making WordPress a charmingly diverse site for all of us to enjoy. I’ve read and shared some great blog entries on this site, and I’m happy to be a part of the WordPress community.

Congrats to us all!

Thank You

~ MS

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His Will (9.17.12/Poem 10)

His Will

If you let him walk all over you,
He Will
If you let him disrespect you,
He Will
If you want him to break your heart
Consider it Broken
Don’t ask why

If you revolve your life around his
He Will Let You
If you abandon your thoughts for his
He Will Let You
If you want him to complete you
Consider Yourself Deficient
Don’t ask why

If you trade in your family for his
He Will Embrace You
If you give up your dreams for his
He Will Embrace You
If you want to disappear
Consider Yourself Consumed
Don’t ask why

If he is all you need
He Will Never Let You Go
If you do not wish for more
He Will Never Let You Go
If you want to feel alone
You Are Deserted
Don’t ask why

If you praise him as a God
He Will Love You
If you worship at his feet
He Will Love You

If you wish to feel lost
You Will Never Be Found

-MS

“And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.” #TRUTH

“And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.” — Toni Morrison (@MsToniMorrison) #Truth

This is one of my favorite Toni Morrison quotes, found in Sula. Here is the entire passage it’s found in:

“In a way, her strangeness, her naivete, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings: had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.”

As artists, (I believe we all are in some way, as we mold and shape our lives with every action that we take) we must eventually expel our energy somehow. If we don’t we will explode, and an explosion is always dangerous, unpredictable, uncontrollable, and something that is not born out of the nature of our peaceful and loving selves. Yet sometimes, we don’t explode, but continuously ooze negative energy, which, as we know, can be a slow poison that infects us and everyone around us.

We all yearn to be fulfilled, so we must find a way to express ourselves daily through creative expression, journaling, helping, loving, living, thinking happy thoughts, coloring, thanking, praying, giving, painting, writing, cooking, gardening, making music, making babies, teaching, or whatever it is that your particular self does, in order to prevent all of our stored energy from manifesting itself as destruction, mayhem, negativity, or pure evil. It’s worth a try.

Happy Sunday!

-MS

Sweetness (9.12.12/Poem 9)

Sweetness

He’s

So sweet:


Newborn kitten sweet

Baby’s first word sweet

Bows on a little girl’s pigtails sweet

First day of summer sweet

Puppy love sweet

Breakfast in bed sweet


Honey sweet

Brown sugar sweet

Maple syrup sweet

Chocolate covered strawberry sweet,

Marshmallow sweet

Salted caramel sweet

Maraschino cherry sweet

Strawberry blow-pop sweet

Sugared mango sweet

Double chocolate ice cream sweet

Sugar cookie sweet

Too sweet kool-aid sweet


And he makes me sick.

-MS

Ants (9.7.12/Story 7)

Ants

I had just finished my first presentation as Associate Vice President of Operations. I was prepared, confident, comfortable, and all of my key points made just the splash I needed them to. I felt like I was finally “The Man.”

I decided to head to the roof for a celebratory cigarette and whirlwind of fresh air. Finally feeling like I had made it, I stood atop 30 stories, looking down at the flowing crowds on Madison Avenue. They resembled schools of fish or lines of ants. The image immediately brought me back to childhood and I wanted to burn them with my magnifying glass or scoop them up with a fishing net, filet, batter, and cook them for dinner.  Most of them as insignificant as leaves on a tree; I bet if I took out one or maybe a few of them, no one would even miss them or notice they were gone.

I took my penny out of my pocket and rubbed it between my forefinger and thumb. I had always kept it there as a memory of where I’d come from. Standing at the top of this building, it reminded me of the old theory that if a person threw a penny from the empire state building and it landed on someone’s head, the penny would kill them. I didn’t need my penny anymore; I had considered it silly a long time ago but kept it just in case. The reality was, I could never forget how I poor I was as a kid, and I had certainly tried.

Contemplating if I was high enough, I decided it didn’t really matter, it’s probably impossible to kill someone with a penny. I flicked the penny over the side of the building and began to rush over to watch its landing. Changing my mind mid-stride, I realized I was most likely rushing for nothing. I flicked my cigarette over the edge and turned around to head back downstairs to have a drink with my co-workers and celebrate the day properly.

 

-MS