3.9

Blogophilia 3.9:  Selling Your Soul

2PTS:  Quote Shel Silverstein

1PT:   Include the term, "Rising Star."

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I think I'm going to pick up from this piece.  It only seems right click here to read if you're interested...DJ

The Tale of Kalura Wise

TWO

"A Mets fan?  Here in Florida?"  The boy says to me, still holding onto my hat.

"My grandma is a native New Yorker," I say.  "Which is probably why I like watching hockey as well."

"A hockey fan," he questions, raising his eyebrow at me.  He gives me one of those smiles; the kind where I could see a future with him, and those brown eyes of his.  I could get lost in them forever.

What am I doing? I think to myself.  You have no time for this.  I give myself a mental shake, and take my Mets hat from him.

"I'm a Lightning fan," I find myself say before I walk away.

"Can I at least get your name?"

I stop and turn to see him.  "Kalura," I say.

"Xander," he says.

"Nice to meet you," I curtsy.  I turn to finish my jog. I roll my eyes at myself.  Who in the world curtsies anymore?

You are selling your soul to the devil, Kalura, I think to myself.  If you think for one moment, you have a chance at that kind of happiness.

It's true though.  I am constantly at war with myself.  My head and heart want two different things.  No one knows me.  Or I should say, no one remembers me because I've been out of school for many years now.  The only thing they would probably remember about me, is my name.

Kalura is a combination of my father, Kaleb with a K, and my mother, Laura.  I don't know why they thought it was such a good name to name someone.  I was a combination of names before Brangelina became a household name.  My name sounds like the drink Kahlua.  Maybe I'll just shorten my name when introducing myself.  My nanny, Nora, thinks I should shorten it to Kal.  Or better yet, shorten it to Laura as well.  I hadn't decided.

Yes, I still have a nanny.  I can't imagine a world without Nora in it.  She's been like the mother I've never had because my parents are always all over the world; being scientists and all; looking for cures for cancer and such.

I understand their job is a big deal, but this is my senior year.  This is my first time ever back in the school system.  I want to live my life as normal as possible.

Okay, so there's no such thing as normal.  I've never been normal, just like my name will never be normal.  And I get my health is a bit rocky, but I want to be a senior, and do senior things like go to homecoming and prom and such.  No one has to know anything more about me.  I don't plan on getting close to anyone anyway.

I figure I'll live my life like Shel Silverstein.  He once said, "Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it."

That is what I intend to do.  I intend to live my life with no explanations.  I will be a rising star on my own terms, in my own eyes.  That's good enough for me.


Written 3/7/16 by ©Diana Jillian

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2.9

Blogophilia Week 2.9-In the Bleak Midwinter

Bonus Points:

2pts:  Incorporate a Lyle Lovett Lyric

Song:  Night's Lullaby:

"The sandman is calling."




1pt:   Use a quote from J.R.R. Tolkien

"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost."

Picture:

Tiny Dancer

Due: Saturday, March 5th, 2016

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately!

My original plan was to delete myself off of Facebook all together...But then I'd miss my fellow Blogophilia friends.  You've really been there for me like family.  I'll always be grateful for that.

If Marvin did have a Blogger or Wordpress page, I would delete my FB in a heartbeat.  I would just create a profile for blogging friends only and comment on there...I mean, for those who decide not to leave the FB blogging world.

I've not been in a slump writing wise....I am too self conscious to put myself out there for the real world to see.  Sometimes when I write a short-story using the prompts provided for me, I get comments that I tend to take to heart.

I have to learn to not be like that.  Especially if I'm going to be working on the a to z challenge on my blog site: Diana J's Random World.  It's random, because I'm weird like that.  I have no idea why I decided to do this!  I barely have time to turn in a blog on time once a week as is.

This "Bleak Midwinter" you speak of?  It does not exist in South West Florida.  Winter doesn't exist down here.  I think we're about at the beginning of early Fall season, but that's about it!

For us, it's not in the bleak midwinter, but rather we're in the bleak peaking of the Summer!  Eh, I'm trying here with the prompts...

"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost."

I guess Tolkien said it best.  Sometimes silver shines brighter than gold; I'm not lost, though I do like to wander and wonder a lot; I feel that even though I'm 38, I know I'm not old.  In fact, I'm around 18-25 year olds that act like they're old.  They get sore from their workouts and such.  I just look at them like you're crazy because you're young.  Which only tells me they must be doing their workouts all wrong.  I'm older, and I've never gotten sore after exercise, and if I did, it was because I was getting sick.

"Deep roots are not reached by the frost."  Living in Florida, you have no idea how true that is!

But even in the storm, I will dance my way out of it.  I will be that tiny, wacky dancer like I always am.  I was sick, but now I'm feeling better enough to get some exercise in today.

If the sandman is calling, I'll be sure to put him on hold.  I have too much to do today....Including finishing this blog!

Oh, UM, guesses????

Topic: Jessica?
The Lyle Lovett thing?  I didn't think my friends were into country....Um, no clue!
The J.R.R. Tolkien quote:  Liam?
The picture:  Colleen?




Yeah, I got nothing!!!!  I know!


DJ


Oh, BTW...I added FB comments to this.....Underneath Blogger comments, you can comment on your FB account....I hope this helps! :)

1.9

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WRITER'S CHOICE!

Blogophilia week 1.9 Topic:  Two Choices

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Bonus suggestions: 

(Hard, 2 pts.):

‘Quote Mel Brooks;’
"Everything we do in life is based on fear, especially love."


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(Easy, 1 pt) :

‘Include a former Blogophilia topic;
Blogophilia Week 28.5--Cracking the Code

You know?  I made a mistake!  I originally joined Blogophilia in August of 2011.  I was so overwhelmed by the group, I waited over a year to start up my first blog with Blogophilia.  I've been blogging for 3 and a half years.  I don't know where my brain goes sometimes!

My first blog with Blogophilia was Week 28.5:  Cracking the Code.  I labeled the blog keeping up....I was a novice back then in my defense...

I don't know...*sigh*

I am not sure where this blog will lead me....I'll just keep on writing anyway...

I wanted to write a short-story.  As I had stated earlier, it seems when I do discuss myself, it goes over like a lead balloon.  This is why I stick with stories and poems!

Some tell me to stick with poetry!  Once they told me I should write about myself more.  I was told by one person...maybe by two people that my storytelling was good!

I live in a world in my head that doesn't exist in reality....So here goes nothing...

Yes, there are always two choices...But which one is the right one?  But I think of the Zeppelin song where they state, "There's still time to change the road you're on."

Some days, I feel like I've succeeded in this...and other times I feel like I've fallen so far back, I'm off the radar and will never come back!

"Everything we do in life is based on fear, especially love."  I know I'm guilty of both.  I know a lot has crippled me in the past from ever moving forward...But I keep moving forward.  I keep thinking outside the box...I keep being me despite the well-read between the lines comments I get from others.

Yeah, sure that stuff sticks in my head for a bit, but then I get over it.  I figure whatever their beef is, it isn't with me...That usually helps...Well that, and meditating!

I think I am cracking the code on this thing called life!  It's about going up and down the stairs all the time!  Going up is hard....your legs get sore, and  you feel like giving up, but you don't.  You keep on keeping on.  After all, how will you get to your destination if you stop mid-flight on those stairs.

Going down the stairs is too easy....the momentum just makes you go downward really fast!  It's up to you to make yourself slow down a bit.  The amount of going up the stairs and going down the stairs should be at a steady pace...

And that's the end of my metaphor...I think that's a metaphor anyway!!!!

Hey!  It's been a long week, and I am dead tired right now...And I still have to work tomorrow...


I'll read blogs later!

DJ

52.8

 *Amative--Disposed to love.

When you start walking my way
I will find a way to change my day
There is nothing you can ever say
I will always find some way to hide

I can never be this image of society
A never ending value of propriety
And those days arrive with anxiety
Fighting over physical and spiritual

Think the things you do or do not
Of what can, but not worth the shot
It doesn't matter if the feelings are hot
Butterflies in the mist can linger a bit

Of the person you expect me to be
I'm a lady of values, can't you see?
In another life, I suppose that's me
But not when I want a guilt free life

You will have to find a path that's new
I can tell you I'm always loyal and true
I only deserve a life unloved and blue
For I will never be an *amative soul

I find the theory of everything in sing
Pulling upon me like a guitar string
But still, I cannot go along this thing
Because I don't trust myself enough!

Touch the frayed edges of the rope
finding within, there's only the cope
While there is life, there is hope
My hope is already dead and gone

Myself; I am the only one to blame
Hush, hush because I know this game
Came falling down like a hurricane
But I will reason and wash it away

©Diana Jillian 2/18/16

It's Now or Never

Blogophilia Week 50.8 Topic:

Unchained Heart

2pts:

Use a Robin Williams Quote

"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world."

~~Robin Williams

1pt:

Incorporate the words:  "Critic's Choice."

Pic:

London Bridge, Top Hat, Downtown Abbey or something like that. Something British like Monty Python?  I have no freaking clue!!!

I don't know who the artist is to give them the proper credit!

"No matter what people tell you, your words and ideas can change the world."

~~Robin Williams

I don't know where I'm going with all of this...I don't even know why I'm having such a hard time with all of this.  It's not like it's rocket science, and yet, my brain wants to over-analyze it like it IS in fact rocket science.

My situation breaks me; the place I'm in; the state of mind I'm in--breaks me, and I let it happen.

"As lost as Alice, as mad as the hatter."

This is why I'm here, right?

To find Alice?

To be quirky like the Hatter?

To find myself again, I suppose.  I got myself caught in a debacle called Wonderland.  Well, a much less-muchier version of it, I guess.

There really isn't much of a difference between here or there; here or anywhere for that fact.

"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world."

I've been over analyzing this quote from Robin Williams for quite some time now.  Was it from a movie?  Words and ideas can change the world. People can change people.  Sometimes for the good, & sometimes for the bad.

I eat the cake, and I grow into the lie that others are.  I drink the potion, and I shrink to less than nothing.

My heart isn't chained!

I have an unchained heart!

Or so I like to believe.

So the Alice in me must always remember to put up a psychic shield of some sort...Long story to that one...Let's just say it's more of a way to be protective.  This would be a good thing to have...especially right now...with the queen wanting my head and all!

In the end--in Wonderland--I am the critic's choice.  We are, after all, our own worst critics.  I am too hard on myself!  There is no one else to blame but me.

I wish I could stay longer, but I really must leave.  I think I hear someone around the corner!