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Disconnected

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Technology is just an illusion, a world of confusion.

Social media tells us to be social and embrace our friendships.

The act of being social, yet somehow still alone.

Having a conversation with 5 others right there on your phone

Seems convenient enough, but did you forget about the one sitting right in front of you?

Can you look her in the eye?

Can you hold a conversation without feeling anxiety?

Or will the pressure be too much and that phone will be your savor.

Right back to your hand again to scroll through other’s shared moment.

While she is sitting there, looking at you, not understanding what she did wrong.

Stop telling hundreds what you’ve just done, because You should sharing this moment, with just one.

When you put down that device, your world opens up again

When you are too busy looking down, you wont see the chances you missed

That friend whom you haven’t seen in years just walked by

Your soul mate is sitting next to you on the train

You’re stuck on Instagram scrolling your life away.

Pick up your eyes, so you don’t live in regret

We are not promised a specific time in this life

We are not guaranteed damn thing

But what you did with the time you are given, is what you will remember when your time is up

Will you look back and remember great food, traveling, meaningful conversations that lasted for hours.

Or will you remember what Sally Sue did when she went on vacation?

Will you remember how many “friends” liked your post?

Here’s a tough one

Will you remember that last dinner conversation that the family had with grandpa the day before he passed?

Of course not, you were too busy looking at your Snaps.

What has become of this generation?

Why is someone else’s life on a screen, more important than your own.

Why do conversations feel like such a taboo and eye contact could raise the dead

We are living in a world with smart phones and stupid people.

As technology grows we become more disconnected.

Is it worth the Neck strains and loss of cognitive functions,

The time lost and memories that never happened?

Stop reading this blog and shut off that phone.

BE PRESENT in a world that is disconnected.

Your ghost

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I feel a little sad today
My head’s on fire and the memories are choking me alive.
I never asked you what you wanted, what you needed.

I never looked close enough.
If only I had known there was a hell of a storm you needed to weather.
Something rumbling deep inside.
Something that a little bit of sunshine could have subsided.
I know I was less than ok at this, but people can change.

We can be better.
If I let my steel walls come down.
Stop running this marathon of nowhere, as fast as I can.
We can be better
We waited til it was too late
How could you have known

We both crossed that line
I’m acting like I don’t care
But I swear I’m just scared
Deep down this is killing me
I still feel your ghost from time to time
…All the time
Time can heal but this wont
I guess misery loves company

And your ghost will always be with me.

Steel walls never came down.
Running, running getting nowhere fast
Could haves
Should haves
How could you have known
We both crossed that line
We just let this go

…but your ghost will always be a part of me.

Tightrope

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No one warns the girls, about the boys with the pretty eyes and luring smile.

Princes with castles. Fairy tales and happily ever afters.

The girl who was promised the world, must settle for this blanket of limited ground.

A ground covered in fields of flowers, with hiding glass that glistens in the sun’s warm rays.

Keep walking now to that ledge, your happily ever after can be a few steps ahead.

Balancing on a tightrope of disappointments, catching your breath, yet your heart’s still wide open.

Tippy toe now. The harder you try, the closer to the fall. Nothing seems to be enough for the one who can’t see they already have it all. Another item on their belt, you will never be seen for who you are, so you bow down and do as you’re told.

Keep trying now you’re almost there. Another few steps a few more tears.

Stumble, catch yourself. Another disappointment, look at that. Always seem to take 3 steps forward, but 5 steps back.

Sacrificing it all as you stumble along. This journey does not have to end with you on the bottom of this ditch.

Run now girl, you can have it all. Take a deep breath and don’t fear the fall. You are worth more than that Prince will ever see. You don’t have to give up everything for someone who won’t do the same.

You take a look back and see that castle of lost dreams. You now know, everything is not always as it seems. One last step, you made it now. No more broken glass shattered under those feet.

Fields of burning flowers

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We have all been there! Big or small. White or dark. We have all experienced this some time in our lives. Sometimes it’s innocent. It comes across as a safety net to catch you when you fall. Or maybe a little bit of lip stick to make you look a little better. But sometimes. Sometimes someone lights a match to one dying flower and sets the whole field ablaze. The fire keeps spreading, and spreading out of control. Which one have you experienced? How far has it gone. What do you do when you are standing in that field with fire all around you? Do you hunt for water? Do you run away? Or where you the one who started the chaos?

We all have all been there. We have all stood in that field. We either told a lie, or have been lied to. Not all those who told a lie meant to hurt you. But does fire mean to burn those who touch it? No. I am not saying that every lie is innocent. But I am saying that some mean to be, but still do damage. 

We all need to take a look at ourselves. You know the classic saying that mom would tell you, “do to others as you wish upon yourself.” Would you really want someone to lie to you? Even something so simple as “Does this make me look fat?” If it does, say YES!! Why lie and let the individual find out another way and be even more hurt? We all need to stop being so afraid of honesty. Stop fearing truth and confrontation. If more people expressed their feeling, fears, and emotions and actually tried to have a conversation instead of Facebook posts and Tender swipes- the world would be far less confusing. 

SAY IT! Say what is on your mind. Stop covering up the truth. Stop safety netting every step you make. Friends, Family, and strangers. Everyone deserves honesty. And if you truly care about someone, not one word of dishonesty should come out of those lips.

Let’s start today.

Make a pact with yourself to stop the lies. Together we can do this. Together we can create a world so beautiful and re-grow those lost fields.

Neurons of Chaotic Intent

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It hurts. I’ve got this storm that’s crashing inside of me. A gentle rain to those around, but a hell of a tsunami drowning me from the inside out. Waves crashing upon my tired body. A feeling so cold. The sting like that of torns smacking across every inch of my skin. Something so chaotic, yet no one can see. No one can hear my screams. The tears are invisible. Almost as this was all part of my imagination.

It hurts. Ive given up so much. Always have. Probably always will. That’s just who I am. I put others first. I sacrifice my dreams. My journey. My potential. All in the hopes that happiness will shine upon others. Glow in ways I never could. But I’ve given too much. I can not replenish these pockets of mine.

It hurts. Im walking slowly down this road. There is a cross road ahead and I must make a choice. One says “Do as you have done.” And the other says “Do something for you.” I can see the outcomes spread out like a deck of cards on a table in front of me. Occasional Jokers and Wilds, but I can see my hand. So I finally do something for me and hurt so many people around me, or do I continue to tread water and gasp for air in this tsunami.

It’s hurts. Not knowing what to do. It hurts. It hurts.