Angry Talk...

It always amazes me how we can be so mean and hateful to those we love the most. Its like we say things when we are angry to purposefully upset them and hurt them. To purposefully cause them pain, because we ourselves are in pain. A wise person once told me that "hurting people, hurt people." And I feel that statement is true to the very core of human nature. What is the first thing we do when we are angry or upset or mad? We lash out, typically at those who are closest to us. But we only lash out at them because we know that we can not lose them and that they will be there no matter what. Typically this occurs with family members and occasionally friends whom we consider to be the closest to us. But what we don't consider at those times is how much what we say affects those who we attack. When we are angry the things we say, while we don't mean them, always cut the deepest. Because they are things we have actually thought and have actually wanted to say but never have. The truth is, we do mean them. We do mean the things we say when we are angry, they are our most base thoughts and attitudes. While yes you may love and care for the person, the things you say when you are angry are also things you feel and mean about the person. So a bit of advice, gaurd your tounges when you are angry, because anger causes us to say the horrible, hurtful things that we do mean, but would never actually say otherwise.

Ripped

Laughing in the night.

No light. 

The empty feild beckons. 

World Cup. 

Friendship. 

Four teams left. 

Defender. 

One Touch. 

Intense pain. 

Love Causing Pain. 

Memory fade. 

Did it even happen?

And it happened again. 

Just like that.

Dreams shattered and hopes destroyed by a single touch. 

a single connection of cleat to ball. 

the goal was made, but at what cost? 

Will life ever be the same? 

The Perfect Facade

The rays of the dawning sun pierce the darkness, driving the demons to the farthest corners of the earth, bringing light and hope as it rises. Color splits the air, as black fades to grey. The first hues of pink and orange cross over... Slowly followed by a creeping orb of flaming tounges of fire. Hotter than the deepest pits of Hell, comes the color bringing, life giving star of life. As it blazes a path across the sky, the air begins to ripple and flow. Morphing from the black of night to the vibrant hues of day. Painting a picture of perfection with the leafy greens, the shadowy blues, the bright yellows, reds, purples, and pinks. Seemingly a perfect little world. 

But creeping into the picture comes an object. A large ugly thing, grey in color, oval in shape with protuding fins. Swimming through the blue above the green. From its belly drops an object. Slowly tumbling to the ground, spinning end on end. Impact. Explosion. Fire. Hell. nothingness. ash. black. death. the picture of perfection, now the epitome of destruction. 

In a split second, this seemingly perfect picture is wrecked and destroyed. The catostrophic effects of the ballooning orange and reds, that result in an overall bleak greyness that is only peirced by a single ray of light. The last hope shining through everything, fighting past the devestation and promising color again. The sun survived.

Fading Fast

This thing that I used to have, this living, viable, breathing thing. This thing that was pulsing in my hands and full of life, is slowly dieing. The light is fading, The darkness is closing in. There in the depths you can see the barely visible light, pulsing slower and slower. And then, the darkness completly closes in. The object dies. So now instead of this bright vibrant object, I now hold a cold, dead, hollow shell. A shell that is turning to dust and begining to slip through my fingers. A dust that is being blown in all directions by the wind with no hopes of ever becoming viable again. and now its gone. the remnants of what I held, only a memory.