Scribbles #41: The Irony

"Birth," the doctor whispered, as he was at a total loss, searching for some right wordedness, he kept using the medical jargon all the while and she just tuned him out. She turned her head as she just stared at the red roses in the glass vase. She was...

Scribbles Challenge #44: Accepting the Impossible

Initially, I believed wholeheartedly that I could climb and gain the stars, and even if I could not reach the highest pinnacle in I might still climb just to get a different perspective, an approach that someone might have never had before.  I had...

Scribbles Challenge #43: Know Thyself

The voices in my head almost got the best of me.... finally I discovered the authentic ones. And I recall them saying: "I think you might remember me if you could listen to this one voice over all of the others, if you were not being led by...

Scribbles Challenge#46

This week our challenge is a word salade; a ScrabblesChallenge, if you will. We wish you to write your piece using the all following words Essence Saddened Altruistic Bounce Perpendicular Bile Guess Junk She...

The Art of Romance

[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="DarkRed"]It doesn't seem like the guys are so concerned with the art of romance like they used to be. It seems that a few guys just aren't very creative with their signs and emblems of romancing a woman... But I am way out...

I think therefore I am : Descartes' theory

Descartes, in his philosophy, wrote these words,  "I think therefore I am."  Several souls have processed the declaration and have placed their ideas upon what this means.  There are many interpretations into the virtue of "I think"... and...

Feng Shui of the Mind

I have been reading Feng Shui and How to Get Organized. I read about the Feng Shui tips for the home and thought it would be interesting to take it a bit further to include the concept of using the age old practical Chinese philosophy in organizing my...

Necessary Losses

I read a book by that title by Judith Viorst. In the book, there was a quote by Shakespeare noted: "Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak... Whispers the oe'r fraught heart, and bids it to break." Honey's post on another thread inspired me...

Virtue

[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][COLOR="DarkRed"]The world has become so small and even with so many coming together through the vehicle of thsi internet, so many virtues are being replaced by wickedness and crimes and evil doing. What are the virtues you see...

The Law of Attraction

In the philosophy of likes attracting those things like it, where a person can attract unto himself certain external aspects concerning what he believes, what he thinks, what his actions are... that the law of attraction will be all of the energy that...

Needing a Savior

Waning civility, barely standing at all, Much less for the things that matter. A waiting, a longing. What constitutes Abundance? I am fighting against the current. I am solitary here and no single soul hears me, I am losing all...

Just a Little Hole in My Heart

I saw him lying there in the heap Of all the other dead soldiers. He looked up at me as he laid in blood ankle deep, "Sir, will you get me out of here before the night lowers?" I wasn't prepared for the young man's plight As...

Broken Pearls

Like a strand of pearls, pearlescent, Like the light that bounces off, but being opague; Delicate yet, more apparent, I am likened to the strand of pearls, but an oxymoron. I am lovely, but cold, Less vibrant, not as...

The Better Lot

He has the farm and the horses, I have none. He dwells in the palace,  I have none. He has spent a dozen fortunes and made another, I have none. He is the poorest among us, far poorer than me. He has the acreage, alas, I have...

The Soloist

The violins refuse to play, There is only the misty fog I dread, The saducees are not speaking out nor are the manikins; The silence in my world is deafening and The whole globe is...

I Am A Dreamer

There I know there won't be any doubting, For the early morning shows me the vision; Is the mist rising and cold wind blowing? I do not hear the scorns, my heart never mourns. Shall life that clouds in the isles...

Honesty

Those found in dishonesty aren't put to death, Yet something within them dies. Conscience chokes, character withers, Integrity wanes. Where there is honesty, Other virtues shall follow, Yet, no one is honest every day but, ...

A Lodestar of Love

A Love that easy to find, It is there brighter as that brightest Lodestar. It is the pulling force that boggles the mind, Wrenches the heart; bridges the gaps so far. A Love that hangs up above the moon And South of the Sun, It is more...

I Remember

I Remember I remember always feeling a little less than adequate, I remember always thinking less of me than I should have; I remember wanting to be good, even stellar, I remember  Emily Dickinson as a role model, Mark Twain as a guide. ...

To Melancholy

So, you have to deal with Melancholy, She is uninvited, not wanted. It is not like you beckoned, "Come hither, and weep with me." She is haunting the recesses Of the brain and walking On your heart. She is in every chamber, ...

I did not dream

I did not dream last night, I did not throw away the covers, or turn over.  I was lying awake while the night was a blunt thing.  It was thick and dark and seemed to be endless, until the light of day ended it.  I kept waiting and watching for the...

About the absolutes

It is only concerning the absolutes... It is all relative, isn't it? But, is the building moving, When I have slammed the brakes? Is the earth still standing still? Is there something to be said for the absolutes? And...

Mistress Fate

"Faint heart never won its fair lady."  Mistress Fate, herself in all of her glory, should be wooed, be courted.... Not with gentle spirit and whimsical charms, but with masculine courage, boldness and aggression. She is a shrew, young...

Her Triumph

The Poet, looking back upon those hopes she has cherished, perceives that she has fallen short of achieving them.  The songs she sang are less sweet than what she wanted to sing, the wishes she wrought into facts are less noble than those those left...