“As I traveled deeper into my journey, I learned that it is often lofty expectations that gives us the most pain. It is misguided notions often induced by what we saw on television or read in a book that makes us want life to pattern art rather than the other way around.”
Taken from T.D. Jakes’ book, ” Let It Go.”
I want to be there in your most intimate moments of prayer
Be like a fly on the wall
With you on your knees pleading with God
Asking Him to save your son from death
Or be with him in his final breath
Is it a sin to want to watch her close eyes closed she prays?
And watch her wheels turn in your head
What is she thinking during that time frame?
When her eyes are wet as she casts her blame
In these honest moments that make us human
That’s why I want to be a fly on the wall
Her Bible is in the corner nightstand
And it’s nighttime in the spring
She are waiting for the summer
But her legs are made of rubber
She wants God to save her son
But He hasn’t given her an answer
As she cusses as she’s about to lose hope
She feels she needs to wash her mouth out with soap
In these honest moments that make us human
That’s why I want to be a fly on the wall
© Carly Wiggins 2017
Taken from T.D. Jakes’ book “Let It Go.”
It was 1969 at Woodstock. It was an eventful day for the two new companions. They saw Jimi Hendrix, Joe Cocker and Janis Joplin at the concert. There were parties all day long but they were having their own party with alcohol now.
He was inexperienced with intimacy but he quickly fell in love with her. Her smooth smile and distinct brown eyes and beautiful figure made him swoon for her.
But as soon as he was about to kiss her, he said, “Let’s kiss, Jane.”
She replied back, “Sure, but I am Janis.”
Photo Prompt ©Jan Wayne Fields
100 word count.
Here is info for the writing prompt:
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers, 25 August 2017
I see your face looks aged
Time is your wrinkles
Splotches are your scars
I should have reached for your hands
But I reached for the stars
I looked outward
Instead of at you
I got scared
I wanted something else
Than all times you have cared
I come from a past
But don’t we all?
I guess I don’t hide it
You recommend changing the way I think
I guess I haven’t ever fully tried it
I want your love
But I guess now I don’t deserve it
I have turned my back on you too many times
My offenses resulted in a bunch of unforgivable crimes
I don’t mean crimes of the law
But crimes of the heart
What do I do now?
Give me a second chance
Because maybe for the first time I feel blue now
(C) Carly Wiggins 2017
I miss you Looking at my hidden gallery, I went into nostalgic memory. Thinking about you! Did I wasted or its a start new? What went wrong? We had a good start. Your eyes revealed the truth, I felt us – with me and you. Was it a flair? Or, we were really a pair? […]
The moment I realized I’d never see you again was the moment my world ended. It’s funny how moments like these can sneak up on us when we least suspect them. One second, all is well. And the next, nothing looks the same. Time stands still and all we can hear is the sound of […]
via Apocalypse — Heartstring Eulogies
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My love for myself is conditional
I see a juggler with 8 balls bouncing them away with such ease
And here I am crying myself to sleep
You call me a manipulator
With something up my sleeve
When all I want is love
From every hater
My love for myself is conditional
Now I see a guy blowing fire out of his mouth
While I am trying to sleep
But my tears keep coming
He blows fire to entertain
You say my angry fire blows up your terrain
I have all this love for others I can no longer contain
But you say it’s all in vain
I make sacrifices but to you all I do is complain
I hate my conditional love for myself
But it all I got in this moment in time
You say I have it all wrong
I don’t love others completely
But I say I must first accept my own beauty and grime
I have many talented acts that are under the surface
But my imperfect spirit of fiery love still emits sweetly
I hate my conditional love for myself
Sometimes every fallen scrapped foot swells
Sometimes every broken glass gets stuck to your skin
Sometimes every bug bite stings so much
Will my will change for the others I care for?
Will my vision of compassion and mercy become a blur?
Sometimes I am not too sure
When I have been down this road before
I want to care despite of people’s false accusations of me
But it’s harder than you’ll ever know
I care too much what others think about me
I used to just sit pretty and smile
But now I am gathering up my ammo
Father, forgive me
I need to know this presence of life force within the world is worthwhile
(C) Carly Wiggins 2017
People love to talk. Silence is underrated. Everyone knows this. But does everyone know that silence builds integrity and wisdom from observing others? Silence is such a lost art.
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