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I read an interesting article on  bodyodd.nbcnews.com. The article suggests that finding ways to distract ourselves when facing big decisions can help us make better choices. I concur, and here is a tiny piece of what I read:

“You don’t need to rely on your id for everyday decision-making, like whether to order the chicken or the fish. But if you want to pick like a pro, distract yourself for two minutes before you deliver a verdict. The most effective distractions are completely different from the original problem, says J. David Creswell, Ph.D., assistant professor of psychology at Carnegie Mellon University.  His favorite trick to tune out: turn up your favorite music.”

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That said, here are some of my favorite quotes, from some of the songs I have either kept on repeat while writing, or distracted myself with when thoughtful:

Can you roll down a window
I just wanna feel the wind blow in my face
‘Cause these moments come one blink at a time
That’s why I never wanna close my eyes
Yeah, I can feel a riot in the air tonight
The kind of a trouble you can taste ~ Miguel “the thrill”

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In your arms, I’m silver air and sleeping pills
But you draw your tripwires with poison quills
The garden awakes
You’re drawing away
I’m drawing my first breath
But roots hold tight like traplines
They carry a lot of weight ~ raised by swans “Secret Garden”

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From every room hearts spoke through walls too thin to hold
the weight of what they heard
so fires crept through spaces long left soft and blurred ~ raised by swans “We were young”

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If this river be my death bed,
Made by the madness of this man,
And my words to him be thank you,
Would the heavens understand?
All my life I’ve been a good girl,
Every night I’ve said my prayers
And I hope that Jesus heard me
Through all my tears.
Here’s my angels come to take me.
They are haloed in the light,
But I wish they’d touch me softly,
They’re aggressive and they’re uptight. ~ Charlie Winston “Lift me gently”

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Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve
Every letter is true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof ~ Kendrick Lamar “Poetic Justice”

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the reason I hold on
Ohhh cause I need this hole gone
Funny you’re the broken one but i’m the only one who needed saving
Cause when you never see the lights it’s hard to know which one of us is caving ~ Rihanna featuring Mikky Ekko “Stay”

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The sweetest thing I’ve ever known
Was like the kiss on the collarbone
Soft caress of happiness
The way you walk, your style of dress ~ Lauryn Hill “Sweetest thing”

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Its amazing the way the darkness falls
And the truth out there is cold
And nothing to keep you warm
Jealousy and lies within me
I got a feeling the sun wont shine today
And I gotta to know right now
Will I be rich, have everything I want
I stop myself and look to the sky ~ Robin Thicke “To the Sky”

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Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can’t let you slide through my hands
Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away
Wild wild horses couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or off stage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away
Wild wild horses couldn’t drag me away

I know I’ve dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we die
Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away
Wild wild horses we’ll ride them someday
Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away
Wild wild horses we’ll ride them someday ~ Mick Jagger/Keith Richards

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I guess you can say I was inspired

I guess you can say my heart was moved

with a yearning paramount desire

to be something monumental to you

So I’m taking this moment to

bestow and present my heart to you

To show you the weight of the magnitude of my interest in you. ~ Mali Music “Deep Blood Red”

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Last but not least, this is no song. It is a beautiful quote that I found while browsing Healthy Happy Relationships
“You are not your mind, your emotions or the circumstances of your life. You are the peaceful observer of your mind and emotions that allows life circumstances to pass through and around you for your evolution to finally come to a place of total acceptance of all that is. Only the peaceful observer remains after all else fades away. Only the peaceful observer in total acceptance of what is can take action towards effectively changing anything. You are only this peaceful observer – everything else is as fleeting as the blink of an eye, choose happiness and don’t buy into it.” ~ Jackson Kiddard

What are your distractions? What songs keep your head in the clouds?

Take a look at this author’s perspective on music!

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Humming. Now he’s singing. She’s light years away, but she can hear him – the little one, singing his favorite song, “Twinkle twinkle little star … how I wonder where you are …”

She thinks to herself, what you are, not where you are.

She considers correcting him. Instead, she looks away, overwhelmed, and a tear rolls. Where you are, she thinks.

Everyone wonders, asks, admonishes, but no one quite knows. For that word, depression, is more than the “allotted”  moment of grief, a bad day that affected you so deeply you crumbled –  depression is more than the average predator.

It stalks, preys, enters, lies dormant and feasts on all things good. The host knows, but has no choice, truly, but to hover over his/her own physical body and watch as the temple falls and is left in ruins.

There are expectations, commitments, responsibilities, work, people who refuse to understand, all weighing heavy upon an already heavy heart. Blame, judgment, anxiety, confusion, sadness, distortion – please see this monster for what it really is: A predator. You are not weak. You are not to blame. You are not to blame.

You are not to internalize judgment or apathy. You are not to blame for your illness, just as one who is schizophrenic is not to blame for for the hallucination – the voices. You are not to blame.
Clouds will break.
Heart will be healed.
The ones who truly loved you will truly see you and support you.

And when he sings, “Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are …”

You will consider correcting him. Instead, you will smile and sing along. ” … up above the world so high … like a diamond in the sky.”

Know that it will get better. Know that you are not alone. Know that your smile is not gone; it is only hiding, and like the stars, it will twinkle once again, soon.

Thank  you to all who participated, read and commented as we spread a bit of awareness.

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I sit

A poem by

D Thompson

All you gotta’ do is say yes…well I say no. I will sit here and watch my ions detach themselves from me one by one. I will sit here … and watch the loud creations of dust and cob form before mine eye. I will sit and let my bones become disappointed in my lack of energy and sustenance. I will sit and bewilder my interests as they become more interested in me. I will sit and vacate all the colors of white from my pupil. I see a dark tunnel and I will sit and bear down on the thought of infinity…then release the pressure from my breastplate.

Close that tunnel..

seal it with a locket..

leave and abandon

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” .. Have you ever seen the demon/evil one in a horror movie distorting, twitching, and flying into a million pieces? That is how your mind and emotions flow. Painful and all over the place. Trying to make a focused decision when you are depressed is like holding a ten ton weight while fighting to poke a hole through a dark trash bag in search of light.” ~Ey Wade

“I think just the fear of “being an adult” in addition to moving away from painful memories in my past had me stuck in a very sad limbo. Although the “upside” is that most of my most powerful writing comes when I am sad/depressed. It’s a blessing and a curse to be so sensitive.  Depression feels like I’m wearing my heart/feelings on the soles of my feet. Everything hurts. YET IT CAN AND WILL GET BETTER, SO KEEP FIGHTING!!! ~Andrea R. Cunningham

Again, please know that it will get better. Know that you are not alone. Know that your smile is not gone; it is only hiding, and like the stars, it will twinkle once again, soon.

 

Today, poet D. Thompson shares one of her favorite quotes, by one of her favorite poets, Walt Whitman. Donesha says:
In the poem I am sharing, today, it is evident the capacity of understanding Walt Whitman had of the human existence. He understood the importance of nature and the effect it has on humans. Without nature and greenery the world would be a very bland and desolate place … incompatible with the needs of people and their visual stimulation requirements. He encourages one to forget about the material things in life and to do what is unexpected. In the world today, so many chase what eventually becomes dust in the air.
Money, homes, clothes and all the nicer things in life, mean nothing if the person is empty. Walt Whitman recognized this. He also recognizes that the big and the ugly usually get all the attention and all of the feigned love. Here he challenges the wise one to examine everything that they have been taught in life and to take hold of what is good, then to throw out what is bad. I do believe that Whitman’s message was for a person to find poetry in doing what is right and repeat it in every day life. I hope you enjoy as much as I have:
“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
― Walt Whitman
 (from the Preface to Leaves of Grass, 1855 edition)
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity. ~ Walt Whitman

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey – the work of the stars. ~ Walt Whitman
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. ~ Walt Whitman

 I am as bad as the the worst, but thank God, I am as good as the best. ~ Walt Whitman

Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you? ~ Walt Whitman
Find Donesha’s book of poetry: amazon
Find excerpts here

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Where were you chronicles: Nadia

You ready for this?” Ray asked as he and Nadia stood waiting in line at a restaurant downtown.

I think so,” Nadia said smoothing her dress.

You look fine,” Ray said watching the door as he waited for Christian.

I’m just nervous. You and him have been talking. I’ll be new to him. And what if, what if he asks whose idea it was?”

Here he comes. Calm down,” Ray said placing his hand in the center of Nadia’s back.

Christian forced a smile as he and Cassady joined Ray and Nadia in line. “I never been here, before. Looks sadity. Like her,” Cassady said eying the lovely restaurant, then smiling at Nadia.

Nadia eyed Cassady. Am I the only one who heard this, she wondered.

Hi.” Nadia held out her hand stiffly to Christian’s younger sister.

She tried not to ignore Cassady, but she could hardly take her eyes off of him. Christian nodded his head and forced a smile. Nadia wanted to run to the restroom and cry; he was beautiful. Her son was absolutely beautiful.

Where were you?

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Reconcile

by Donesha Thompson

Her heart races at the speed of light with the strength of 200 horses combined. She looks over the heads of witnesses finding their presence irrelevant to the occasion. Mind is blown, like that of a dandelion in a summer storm being chased by sand’s fury. She is faced with the light of her like, but the doom of her past decision. Reconcile, reconcile, reconcile…

How silly she feels, but this is the perfect moment in an imperfect world. She has gathered her pieces together before they scattered away and she’s nothing left. Nothing can describe to her, no one can erase for her the beauty she saw and felt from the eyes of the soul, and the thump in her chest. Tomorrow does not have to come to her, tomorrow means he could be elsewhere. She wants to live where time stood still to reconcile, to reconcile, may he let her share his world.

Roses From Stones

“Roses From Stones allows the reader to examine surroundings and one’s inner-self. Enjoy a quick and enjoyable read in your leisure!”

Pennies:

I find this poem piercing in a world where confusion and as the poem mentions, burdens, rule everything around us. To see beauty through it all is rough, but its worth it, because all of this suffering is temporary. All of the trivial things are temporary.

The metaphor of the penny, especially, grasped me. Anyone who stops to think of how often we wait on life to happen instead of living, would appreciate the reminder to live – to see beauty.

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Won’t Stay Still:

Find yourself drawn into a conundrum of rushing, obsessing, and last but not least, running through life. This is a great reminder to keep reaching for our goals, but to keep our goals in perspective. I believe the key to this is being grateful for every moment — a constant struggle for almost everyone I know.

The Artist:

In this poem, which adorns a Pittsburgh art studio, vibrant colors meet beautiful words. Donesha creates an intricate portrait that any artist — painters, writers, photographers — will enjoy. She has not only captured the brilliance of art, but she has managed to put every detail into words.

“Earth tone yellow and orange, filling my heart; brown and red sifting through the art.

My stainless thoughts wrapped strategically in the swirls …”

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Roses from Stones:

This is a poem many readers have found relatable, as it embodies finding one’s way through adversity. From the moment a writer’s pen meets the page, or their fingers meet the keyboard, creativity is unleashed, as we create beauty in a world that can be, at times, so discouraging.

“Fingers to pen, pen to page

She will banish all lies made of empty; she has become bare from chains of rage

Sweet roses from stone, melodies from rain …”

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A More Weakened Me:

I often say, we never know by looking around, who is suffering from a broken heart. We never know who is suffering from an illness so devious, that a person would not know that they have been struck, until they have made it safely to higher ground. The illness I am talking about is depression. In “A More Weakened Me,” find a profound poem, touching to anyone who has experienced hard times.

” .. Just as crippling as dark and blinding night

Can’t move two feet ahead without feeling held back

Like a two edged sword piercing the depths of my heart

I am bleeding in large sums of disappointment …”

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In browsing and searching quotes for one of the books I am editing, I thoroughly enjoyed reading and re-reading this: “Never limit yourself because of others’ limited imagination; never limit others because of your own limited imagination.” ~Mae Jemison 

From there, I continued searching quotes and poems about imagination and reading. I also decided to share several more quotes, and hopefully you, too will find inspiration, smiles, or a spark to get you through those lovely moments of writers’ block!

Enjoy!

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“Poetry is life distilled” ~ Gwendolyn Brooks

“Art hurts. Art urges voyages – and it is easier to stay at home” ~Gwendolyn Brooks

“You’ve got to get to the stage in life where going for it is more important than winning or losing. ” ~ Arthur Ashe

“Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him.” ~Maya Angelou

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave.  I rise.  I rise.  I rise.  ~Maya Angelou, “Still I Rise,” And Still I Rise
“My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors.” ~ Maya Angelou

“Education is the key to unlock the golden door of freedom.”~ George Washington Carver

“If there’s a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.- Toni Morrison” ~Sean Liburd

“Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and soon discovered there was a whole world to conquer that went beyond our farm in Mississippi.”~ Oprah Winfrey

 

 

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