Finally, a door to close does it take away the pain to hear someone fully disclose?

Toxic. Out of time . Black -outs. Authenticate.  History can’t be rewritten.

Heart rattling in its skeleton cage. Tears gushing out from myopic places – disarray. Conclusion.

Accept the consequences of living life without a protective mitten.

Move on. Take care.

Soft heart. Cuddly bear.

Vulnerable – exposed.

Questions

 Answers.

Spanish inquisition style is her only way to get full closure.

She is  on a winning streak on the latest TV. game show – money adding up -indecent exposure.

Think rationally.  Don’t internalise .

 How much does she  need to gauge the right amount to ease  these  emotions -without hitting the button- screeching  -OVERDOSE.

Self-medicate is not the answer. Why bother with  coulda ,shoulda, wouldas?

Maybes-immobilise a man – sends the mightiest into a deep state of comatose.

Past, take a seat and shut  those eyes – rest your weary feet. Think about what you have in front of you .

This moment- right now – shake off the claustrophobic  smoke  from what was.

This library book is well overdue

5-year-old kids threatening to kill her child.

Overnight intravenous drip infusion of exotic  chilis. Early morning  walk into the head teacher’s  office. Papa Bear  keeps reminding Mama bear  to lay the  mustard mild.

Spice is the variety of life.

Slight understatement.

Seeing red.  Take the hangman game, notch it  up a bit.

Educate these children. Don’t mind if  she deals out a few electroconvulsive therapy shocks.  Seek not for debasement.

Want to be a Kidult?  Open up your books to a page titled  Life-osphy.

One. Learn how to spell the word K.I.L.L.

Two. Ask yourself: do I understand what the word KILL  means?

Three. You lose. Mama bear has plenty of rope.

 Feet dangling,  eyes bulge, lips turn blue.

Take a few tissues to mop up your hypocrisy.

Mommy, I feel sad. They hurt my feelings. 

You made her child cry.

You left her high and dry – how many nights out of two months has she  had a dry night since you started taunting her,poor child ?

Tickets please for a rocky horror fun fair ride.

You called her name three times. Have your best moves ready  for a real nightmare to arise.

Not in nappies anymore. Little boys throwing out words. Mess with her own and she will have you  crawling – no time to deliberate or surmise.

You’re old enough to threaten her daughter .

You’re  old enough to face the consequences.

Rational mind . Anti-bully campaign awareness is still fresh in our consciousnesses.

We take this seriously.

Does she look like she is laughing?

Is this comedy night at the Apollo?

The only heckles  she will be hurtling  out will have silver bullets in them –  everyone needs to learn how to handle a piece of lead.

HB pencil. tolerate.

Violate and harass – invalidate.

Emotions run higher than  a cheetah preying on wings.

Change in medication. Not for sedation. This time, she needs a dopamine  hit.  Happy smiley faces.

No more tears to stain her cheeks to form bumpy glaciers.

Get them to feel good buzzy fuzzy emotions kicked into touch.

Stale bread and cold tea. Why put up with such misery?

It shouldn’t matter what one person thinks!

Convince her beating heart. She will kiss your feet, make her  rethink her faith.

Honesty . Upfront .

Stubborn. Don’t give up.

Whiskered eyelashes protecting the debris from burrowing in.

She manically blinks.

If your mind is in conflict with your heart. You want to move on?

Do whatever it takes. Yes –  become a subject in peril  – peel back the raw bark.

Even if it   means feeling that stabbing pain  when you find  out  your best mate of twenty years is actually a narc.

How does one deal with all emotion?

Life expectations.

Responsibility.

Headaches .

Duty – Crazy heretic donations.

Generic. Textbook. Not this box.

Contents are fragile .

Ignore the rule. She’s  already shaken.

This side up – depends on where you are standing.

Look at her  shape, you will find it harder to put a form on her.

You will be forced to sit back and prepare for a crash landing.

She  doesn’t  want anyone to define her- She defies you.

 Her child is different.

 Not one drop of her blood will spill to  conform to the norm and act like  she is  an automatic pilot in a game of grand theft auto, version 609 to fit in with this numb, dysfunctional society we exist in.

Her child is significant.

Celebrate her uniqueness.

On mama bears watch – no one is able to bring her down a level.

Friends.

Look after them.

True and genuine are very few.

Partners, girlfriends, boyfriends , husbands, and wives – look at what they do?

also look at what they don’t do.

If they are getting it right more than half the time;

give them your love.

No need to sign a card with a bon voyage.

Tell them you love them.

When a person is gone –  there will only be a room full of stuff ,a  framed photograph stuck in  static  to talk to or, a box full of ashes.

To  have  someone  listen and  acknowledge your pain and suffering is one of  humanities’ s greatest gifts.

It supersedes a ventriloquist’s ability to throw out   voices  to animate a pair of eyeglasses.

It’s a rare quality to find in people.

Don’t give up. Don’t listen to the gossip.

Follow your heart,

if you know deep inside that someone is not who they make themselves out to be .

Sit with your pain and work through it.

Get out your utensils and instigate a salad toss up.

Happy endings are not whimsical.

 Happy ends with tears dripping from a tap – she can’t turn it off. Sneezy Wrench of a  shoddy engineer.

Plumber

Bummer.

There will always be another summer.

No sunshine needed.  Buy a light therapy lamp.

You have to take what you can – give what you are able.

This is not a fable.

In examining yourself  to get answers, make sure you are ready to bare your naked soul, to everyone you meet and greet.

Time is a merciful  healer.

For now, her mirthful ending is broken in itty bits  like a perfectly imperfect  china tea cup.

So much liquid- it’s intensely   bitter.

Sugar cube?

Her future is all she has to make things sweet.

 Her family.

 Her goals.

 Her ambitions.

She will solve that bloody sudoku.

Trick or treat?

She will do anything to keep her heart alive and filled with Amour .

She will take the pain until an angel whispers ,a reminder,in her ear.

  You  are not wading in the heaviness of crushed emotions and heart  demotions.

A beat.

This moment is all  she has. How many times will she get to hear her daughter sing or say something funny?

and her husband ?

 What if one day his eyes don’t open?

 How would she cope with never seeing ‘them there eyes’ ?

Bambi has nothing on him. He takes the crown.

No small feat.

Now.

Little by little.

Appreciate the small,simple moments – the big stuff is just hype – you can always get back to someone later to tell them about it on Skype.

‘Don’t sweat the small stuff’ Wise – words.

Don’t ignore the small stuff. Blink and you will miss it.

You will regret it.

Time is all we have. Use it to propel you to a life you can comfortably hug, feel the sand exfoliate  your feet.

No shell needed to hear the ocean.Open your mind and all of your senses and you can be anywhere you want to be.

Twitter will still be there so you  can log in and tweet.

Life does not have to be lived in a state called frozen.

Hell,feel the  passion burning up inside you. The destination is one you have chosen.