Insensitive

Thursday, April 10^th, 2014

INSENSITIVE

Is it easy?

To turn off your emotions the way you do?

To stand there and lie

While I sit down and cry

Do you find it funny?

To be so turned on

When others are hurt

Then you think you can flirt

Your way out

Well, I’m here to tell you

There’s nothing funny

Nothing at all

On being insensitive

The way you are

~~Written by ©Diana Jillian 4/10/14

Make Time

Wednesday, April 9^th, 2014

~~DJ

Fantasy

Fantasy




Monday, April 7th 2014


I so described on Saturday.

Yeah, it can
be a great place to get tangled up into.
It can take away all your pains and fears; it can take away your doubts
and tears.
It’s a great escape from
reality.

Mondays are a lot like that, right?
I mean, no one looks forward to Mondays. Everyone wishes it were Friday.
Like the song:

"Monday I got Friday on my mind.”

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Mondays are our fantasy days.
Where we long for Monday to be over with.
We fantasize about when Friday will come along, and what we’ll do.
Go out and have a few drinks.
Sing karaoke.
Drive around town—Eh, scratch that last part.
With gas prices these days, who can afford to just drive around anymore?
For me, I just like to sit at home and hang out on my computer and write.
For me, that’s all I need.
I escape to a fantasy world I create.
Where do you take a fantasy trip off to?

--DJ

Eyes

Saturday, April 5^th, 2014

Eyes are said to be like windows to your souls.

But what if someone was born with no eyes?

Does that make them soulless?

Maybe it’s all remnants of our past lives.

Who knows?

Maybe we’ll never know.

My eyes are brown.

But sometimes they’re green.

Sometimes, they’re an amber color.

But in pictures,

My eyes always show up a very dark brown

Or with no color pigment at all.

What does that say about me?

Someday I may know the answer to what eyes are all about

Like through teleportation

Or even the TARDIS

Image From: Pinterest.com

Perhaps Castiel can help

Image from: Pinterest.com

OK, I’m definitely into the fantasy world as of right now.

What do you think the eyes tell you?

~~DJ

Finding a Needle in a Haystack

The world is my haystack,
And I am just a needle stuck in the hay. 
Will anyone find me? 
Is there anyone out there like me? 
I don’t expect to have someone with the exact same traits/likes as me. 
I do, however, expect us to get along and have deep meaningful lives. 
Something beyond time and space. 
Someone that gets me. 
But then again, I guess complex is good too. 
As so I am told I am complex. 
I’m too hard to be figured out. 
But has anyone tried to figure me out? 
Has anyone tried to find the metaphoric needle of myself in this haystack world? 
Complex is only complex when you don’t bother to speak or ask questions.

Written by ©Diana Jillian 3/15/14

Poem, Prose, No Rhyme,