One of the few people that I’ve never felt judged me was my Grandfather, my Dedo.  The others–my mother, my father, my grandmother, many other faceless, insignificant people–brought forth this feeling in me that, in recent years, has turned to resentment.   I resent being judged.  I resent being nervous about how they see me.  I resent not having luscious, super-good feelings.  I resent not being respected.

That’s what it boils down to:  To give respect, you have to give respect. {He respects me, and I respect him.}

I’m not that naïve girl anymore.

No–

I will not be walked on.

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The lights are off–
Can you turn them back on, please?
I do not like when they are off;
It’s dark and I can’t see.

Did I turn them off on myself?
I really cannot recall.
Things are a blur
This is why, I may stumble and I may fall.

Flick the switch back, I say.
I really need them on;
To see what lies ahead of me,
Where I am naturally drawn.

The lights now off, I have to ask
Can I please turn them back on.

Surely I will see more clear and
Effectively backtrack somehow?

-Mishelle O. Lane
3.23.09

100 Words
Velvet Verbosity

I think I may have finally snapped.

I know what I believe, I know what I want to believe, but I don’t know how to hold on to my beliefs.   My what-ifs and my questions far outweigh anything that I’ve learned in life, taking me to the unknown, rendering me deficient.  Sometimes the questions one asks are not answered as easily as they are asked.  If they were we’d have utopia.

Right or wrong.

Quiet or loud.

Soft or hard.

Submissive or rebellious.

It’s got to be ok to take a break from theories and thoughts and just be, right?

100 Words

“Snapped”