Hey Everyone!!!
I know it's been a few days since I've written. While trying to fight this ick I'm dealing with, I've been doing nothing but watching Netflix. I watched the whole Crow franchise. I just heard from my brother today that they're thinking about creating another Crow movie. Bring it. I like them.
How festive of me to be into the Halloween spirit when Christmas is around the corner. I am not your traditional kind of person. I could remember Thanksgiving as a kid. I was the one that would always hide in my bedroom. I always prayed families would gather at our home so I'd have a safe place to hide.
I'm not shy. And I'm not stuck up. I just have a hard time being around others that tell you what to do like if you're just in deep thought with your eyes open and someone shouts for you to WAKE UP!!! You only know how pathetic it is because they're trying to entertain the group they're around. But at what expense are you entertaining someone else? What about the person you just made fun of? It never dawns on someone how rude they're being...And yet, these are the same people that if you were to poke fun at them, they'd get super fucking pissed off at you for doing so.
So a certain family member was at it again...
"Smile," they said as they looked at me...
How did they know I wasn't smiling???? I always wear a smile, yet it still implores people to tell me to smile...In which your only response is to say STFU. Seriously. Like who the hell do they think they are???? Where do they get off?
Well, I happen to like my smile...Even if to them it looks like resting bitch face. It's better than a shit eating grin, or a smile that will give you wrinkles and make you look like a clown or something.
UGH!!! I had so much I've been wanting to write. I've just been too weak to get to my computer much and write. My energy is lacking for the past few weeks now.
But I do keep a journal, and at the end of my entry, I usually write myself reminders on what to write next. Trust me...I'll get there.
Bear with me please...I'm getting back on track slowly but surely.
~~DJ
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Friday, November 28, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
No More Light
No More Light
by ©Diana Jillian 11/23/14
I
wonder if we’ve become a nation of zombies
As
I cruise on my bike around the neighborhood
Too
busy inside, playing with electronic devices
Hanging
with friends never met, whether bad or good
** “NO hay pura luz ni sombra en los recuerdos.”
The
trees and the birds are silenced by the Wi-Fi
The
lack of breeze seems to indicate no life near
And
the day, with what looks to me a darkened sky
I
stop ahead as I notice something shiny
The
only thing that seems bright in this dull
Hopping
off my bike to pick up this new penny
And
my staring at its shine puts me into a lull
Like the sweet, depressing sound of a violin playing
I long for something new and shiny like this metal
But staring at this little thing is my only possible hope
Like admiring a wilting, over-blossomed flower petal
Like the sweet, depressing sound of a violin playing
I long for something new and shiny like this metal
But staring at this little thing is my only possible hope
Like admiring a wilting, over-blossomed flower petal
As I am staring and swaying a tiny voice speaks
Penny for your thoughts; what’s your inner hope?
I break out of reverie to see no one but me, alone
It’s
just a part of life, something we have to cope
Written by ©Diana
Jillian 11/23/14
**The quote: NO hay pura luz ni sombra en los recuerdos, is from Pablo Neruda's poem: No Hay Pura Luz, from my best translation, meaning no pure light.
The line is saying there's no pure light, not even the shadows have memories. Or so that's my take on it. Translation is a difficult thing for me....But I can understand it.
**The quote: NO hay pura luz ni sombra en los recuerdos, is from Pablo Neruda's poem: No Hay Pura Luz, from my best translation, meaning no pure light.
The line is saying there's no pure light, not even the shadows have memories. Or so that's my take on it. Translation is a difficult thing for me....But I can understand it.
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