“Don’t Cry” – Something we should never say

Dont Cry

 

“Don’t Cry”

We say it all the time.

To infants.

To friends.

To ourselves.

I found myself holding back tears often. In fear of showing “too much” emotion. Yet as I grow older I realize the importance of allowing yourself to express those emotions. It is not good for you, for your health, for your relationships, to keep things all bottled up inside. It’s important to let them out.

“No cry.”

“Stop crying.”

I’ve caught myself and others saying this to my goddaughter.

It’s a reflex, I think. An attempt to soothe, to calm, to comfort.

We say it because we are uncomfortable in the moment, in the sadness. In seeing someone we care about dealing with that sadness or hurt.

We say it because we think we are helping. Because we don’t know what else to say.

We are indeed trying to help.

There are good intentions behind it.

But at the age of 3 now I have seen her try and stop herself from crying when she is sad, or hurt, and it’s a lesson she doesn’t need to learn. Not now. Not ever.

“Don’t cry.”

We say it all the time.

But is it right?

When we say these things, we are telling ourselves, telling others that it’s not ok to feel.

That feeling whatever it is we/they feel is wrong.

But it isn’t.

Crying is natural.

We have tear ducks for a reason, no?

It’s a bodily function.

Blame it on biology.

Or applaud it, for allowing us a form of expression.

It’s ok to cry.

It’s ok to feel whatever it is you feel.

Whether you are right or wrong, in that moment, you feel it.

And no one can change that.

No one can tell you how to feel.

Because feelings aren’t something you can always control. And that’s ok.

And I’ve learned that sometimes the tears are just going to come.

And you have to learn to be ok with that.

Screw it.

Let the tears flow.

Sure it’s awkward.

It creates some unnecessary anxiety in you.

“What will people think?”

“Oh my god, what’s wrong with me?”

“I’m a total mess.”

“I look ridiculous.”

“I can’t believe I let this happen.”

No, you can’t control it all the time.

No, you are not a mess.

You are human.

Life will go on.

You will recover.

You will be ok.

Life is going to take a toll on all of us at some time, whether you are a child or an adult.

Whether you are crying because you lost a loved one, because someone broke your heart, because you finally got that job you always wanted, or because well… you are PMSing and watching Pocahontas. #Trustory #ColorsoftheWind #GetsMeEverytime

These thoughts of uneasiness stem from that gut feeling in you that thinks you’re doing something wrong. #ThanksSociety That somehow crying in front of people means you will never recover, or that it’s the end of the world for your social life.

But everyone is human.

People understand.

And one day it’ll be your turn to comfort a friend in need.

When you let whatever hardship you’ve been harboring out you feel a sense of relief and release. Letting go of whatever it is that is troubling you.

It is OK to cry. In Public. In Private.

Cry- if you want to.

Cry- if you have to.

Cry- because you need to.

And never let anyone make you feel less because of it.

It takes just as much strength to be vulnerable in front of someone that it takes to remain “put together” all the time.

Strength isn’t void of feeling.

It’s allowing yourself the space and time to go through the emotions you need to feel.

Once you do, you’ll feel a little bit lighter.

Cry like it’s your party and you want to.

-<3-

*I do not take credit for any images or gifs used.*

 

 

Money Honey.

Flaming Money In Hand

Money money.

Money honey.

Green and green.

The color of envy.

Is there an in between?

This thing that drives you?

Paper and thin, lighter than a feather.

This rotten conception.

This thing that instills greed, a race to cross the line and come in first.

Causing us to play the blame game.

In a sea of immaturity and gossip queens.

Whispers a hush.

What do you mean?

Who do we trust?

Well heard.

I see who you are.

Naïveté not so fast.

I might be smiling,

But don’t mistake kindness for weakness.

Art.

Love.

Soul.

Spirit.

Embrace the colors beyond the green.

Shut down the negativity, and thoughts of inadequacy.

I’m not like you.

I’ve always waited for my own drum to play it’s song.

Sorry I can’t be sorry anymore.

Hand the blame back tenfold.

I own mine.

Own your own.

Mistakes are part of growing.

Money money.

Green and green.

Sure it buys.

But can it buy your heart- can it set you free?

Money honey.

Those with green in their eyes accompanied by dollar signs.

Feed off the greed machine, and I’ll wave goodbye from the sidelines.

 

-<3-

*Shout out to the Tori Kelly lyric that drove my poem idea home. 😉 *

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A Letter of Heartbreak from Adele

Sometimes I do this thing…Read and see if you can figure it out! 😉

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#AdeleShell

 

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Hello, it’s me. 

I miss you. I’ve been sitting in my Hometown Glory, Chasing Pavements trying to Make You Feel My Love.

Don’t You Remember? When We Were Young. How you were always my One And Only, My Remedy.

It feels like a Million Years Ago,  it saddens me you see.

Once upon a time, I Found a Boy one that would last, in love, a First Love, a gentleman.

If It Hadn’t Been For Love, I would have never been Hiding My Heart from you. Worried and scared to feel pain. I’d whisper to myself, He Won’t Go, he’d never leave. It’s okay.

Maybe I’m a Daydreamer. Maybe I’m Tired of feeling Crazy for You.

Rumour Has It, you’ve begun Turning Tables. All I Ask is that you keep an open mind, and consider the possibilities. Our love ain’t Water Under the Bridge, hold me like I’m more than just a friend.

Take It All, my Sweetest Devotion.

If it seems like something you cannot do, if you’re gonna let me down, let me down gently. I hope you have your memories.

Set Fire To The Rain watch it pour as I touch your face.

Give me a memory I can use.

To remind you of how I can no longer keep our Love in the Dark.

There is so much space between us.

But I’ll Be Waiting here patiently, singing you my Love Song.

We could have had it all, this I know.

But here I am, Rolling In The Deep upon the River Lea, I blame it on the River Lea.

All the memories.

I’ve saved the Best for Last to explain the Cold Shoulder, I’ve shown you in the past. I’ll share with you the worries the fears that turned into tears. The reasons that Melt My Heart to Stone.

My Same, my love, I wish to make things Right as Rain.

But we can’t go back, or so it seems. I pray for Someone Like You to walk into my world again, I bid you farewell with a kiss on the cheek.

As I courageously whisper Send My Love (To Your New Lover). Treat her better.

Love, Adele-Shell ❤

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#AdeleShell

 

Some Adele Inspired Selfies

[make-up , hair, and outfit]

#dontjudge 😉

 

Adele Make-Up Tips:

Create a somewhat “flawless” face, add bronzer & blush

Fill in your brows, brush them up

Winged dark black liner on lower and upper water line as well as several coats of mascara

Beige, nude, light brown eye shadows

Nude lipstick and gloss

Adele Hair Tips:

Use second day hair

Dry shampoo, mousse, & hairspray

Blow dry top center of head

Flip head over to blow dry

Tease crown

Flip head back over

Tousle with hands until you find desired look 

Adele Outfit Tips:

Black long sleeved shirt

Black furry/fuzzy vest

Faux Fur Scarf

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How many Adele song titles did you catch? Can we just talk about how purely amazing 25 is…I’ve had it on repeat since I downloaded it!

*I take no credit for the few Adele song lyrics, many song titles, and Adele images used in my edits to create this Adele 19, 21, & 25 album song titles mash-up/lyrical poem/short story. Whatever you want to call it. Haha.*

*I do however, take credit for all selfies 😉 haha.*

-<3-

 

 

The Perfect Man

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Find the humor 😉

The perfect man.

I don’t believe he exists.

I don’t believe there is such a thing as perfection.

It’s idealistic and unrealistic at best.

Leaving too much room for disappointed expectations.

Often those which leave a bit in your stomach and a heavy heart in your chest.

Everyone is flawed.

We all have our strengths and our weaknesses.

I believe we are all human at the core.

And our flaws and mistakes make us just that.

I do believe in having compassion,

I believe in understanding and,

respecting each other.

Love isn’t rooted in perfection.

In fact it is rooted in the imperfections.

In the flaws you find endearing in each other, and in the ones that drive you crazy.

In the mistakes two people in love can overcome.

They say we don’t choose who we love,

that it just happens.

But in some way, we all have the right to choose who we feel is perfect to us, for us and to continue that journey.

To take that chance.

To risk our hearts.

The greatest choice we have as humans is the choice to understand the battle between heart and head and then choose to follow our heart.

Love who you want.

And create your own version of perfection.

-<3-

*I do not take credit for the image used.*

Time Talk

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Time

As we get older I think we face new versions of peer pressure. Pressure to date, pressure to find a job, pressure to move out, get married, and make a life for yourself. Basically pressure to grow up and learn how to be an adult. Time. Tick Tock. What a bitch. There’s not enough time in a day let alone in a lifetime. We make to do lists and wish lists and time runs away with us, or from us. We are brought into this world with parents by our side. Tick tock the clock starts, the minute our eyes open, the minute our feet hit the ground, we’re running. Minutes turn into hours, Days turn into years. Before you know it playing with baby dolls and kitchen sets become so close to reality. The things we play as children mirror future life. Isn’t it ironic? Ideas of Love, Marriage, and Babies flood our minds. Leaving childhood homes and venturing out on our own. Lost in confusion, in this time of uncertainty. Tick tock, Tick tock. Time flies by and you wake up and wonder, Why? Where am I? Where have I been? What have I done? Where should I be? Time doesn’t stand still although it seems. But you feel as you do. Still. Stuck. Make your own schedule. Your own timeline. You can’t put expiration dates on dreams. Love isn’t a time sensitive thing. Don’t follow the curve. Be a little different. Dance to the beat on your own funky off beat drum. Be patient. You will get there. Your time will come. Go forth. Head held high. Heart on sleeve. Grab a pen and write your own story. It’s a movie and you’re the star. Fade In. What’s your opening scene? Live it. And if you can’t get it right the first half a dozen times, fake it until you make it. Because let’s be honest even the most adult people in the world still have a little bit of naïve child left in them, never lose that.

-<3-

Walk With Me.

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“I know I messed up,” he says sheepishly.

“I’m sure it won’t be the last time,” she says arms folded over her heart.

“Why do I keep doing this? I don’t mean to hurt you,” he says frustrated.

“Maybe because none of us are perfect. We just float around and try our best, and hope to God we get it right,” she says as she avoids eye contact, she kicks her feet in the sand.

“And if we don’t?” he says nervously.

“If we don’t, we hope that the person we hurt, can forgive us.” she says with a faint smile, looking up at him.

Clouds move.

Dreams shift from hearts to hands.

Sun shines bright, as the day nears its end.

Bare feet walk through miles of sand.

Waves pouring in the ocean, for eternity.

And in the whisper of the wind they stand.

On a beach somewhere.

Anywhere.

Everywhere.

It doesn’t really matter.

Heartbreak can happen wherever you land.

“But I love you,” he says meaning it with all his might.

“That doesn’t mean you won’t mess it up every now and then. We mess up the way we love sometimes,” she says staring up into his eyes.

The love is in the air.

Tainted by tension and uncertainty.

Was she trying to save them?

Or give them a peaceful pardon?

Was she going to walk away?

Or was she going to fight to stay?

And in the minutes that ticked by.

He glanced at her trying to read her mind.

As she gazed out across the water, mystified, and peaceful.

Tears forming in her eyes.

“Walk with me,” he says.

“Is that a question,” she replies.

“No it’s a heartfelt suggestion,” he answers with a helpless shrug and puppy dog eyes.

He extends a hand.

She takes it.

As the sun begins to set.

The moon peeking through high above them.

He turns to her and whispers; “I’m sorry.”

She smiles and replies “I forgive you.”

They dance.

They sing.

Deciding to let the past be the past.

As they walk along the beach hand in hand.

He turns to her and smiles.

She smiles back just the same.

“I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m never letting you go,” he says tightening his grip on her hand.

And sometimes, in the mist of loving each other, and making mistakes.

Sometimes, you try and you get it right.

 

-The End-

-<3-

*I do not take credit for any images used in my edit.*

Surprise.

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The Days are fading.

The night creeps in.

The strength she’s willing,

it all runs thin.

Wild eyes.

Classic nights.

Big surprise,

you fought, the fight.

Walls up.

Heart guarded.

Insanity not fleeting enough.

You never finished what you started.

Both at fault.

Imperfect.

Left,

let it be.

She whispers,

why didn’t you fight for me?

Wild nights.

Classic eyes.

Fire within,

burns so bright.

Where ever they were going,

the journey cut short and still.

Fabric frayed.

The flame fizzled.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

You be you,

I’ll be me,

She whispers.

Now we have to deal with moving on,

guess it wasn’t meant to be.

We both lost the fight.

Surprise Surprise.

-<3-

*I do not take credit for the image used.*

Only Human

I’m only human

made up of flesh and bones

My best may not always be done

try as I might

mistakes are bound to be made

sometimes life gets in the way

I’m only human

I feel without explanations

Or explanations that run short of validation

We all do

We all are

We are only human

Lost in confusion

And not knowing where we go next

perfection is just an illusion we place in our minds

So take a breath

just breathe

in…

out…

Take your time

Count to ten if you have to

If that works for you

Forgive

Life is not a race

Understand even when you may not

there’s a plan in motion

maybe not one of your own

maybe not one you can control

But a larger one

Be kind to your imperfections

life knows what it’s doing

even if you don’t

Just hold on tight

hold on with all your might

And enjoy the ride

the ride of life

Smile

let yourself be surprised

and if those surprises are filled with despair

know that you can fight until the storm lays still

The clouds will soften

the rain will stop

the sun will shine bright

Celebrate

give it all you’ve got

Make your memories

tell your stories

And know that someone always holds your hand

We are only human

Be the best YOU, you can be

Life will take care of the rest

 

-<3-

Awakening

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Let us wake up inspired

ignited by visions

Arrested dreams we hold

so big

so grand

so close to the soul

Such beauty in this stillness

For a brief moment you forget

Who you are

Where you are

And allow yourself to just be

Still

So often we drown ourselves in worry of…

what comes next and…

what are we doing?

where are we going?

And we view stillness as a road block

as a self loathing sin

But sometimes stillness can be beautiful

Moments can take your breath away

and breathe life into your lungs

All at the same time

Too busy

You might miss it

Trees growing tall

Cherry blossoms meeting

spring for drinks

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Sunshine brightly shinning

Air soft and sweet

A new beginning

Open your eyes

Wake up

Welcome the new day

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And now I leave you with this gem…from my musical soul reaching out to yours!

Enjoy!

-<3-

The Sarcastic Romantic

 

Sarcastic romantic

Wherefore art thou?

Balconies tall yet far

Unseen through traffic lights

though country stars may shine bright

Crickets were never your calling

Racing minds

Time passes by

But you stand still

Worlds revolving around you

Not in the way you’d wish them to

Dark nights

Moonlight

Stars in the sky

A twinkle shines bright

A plane jetting off to some unknown place

Managing to make things feel like time will never pass

Was she forgettable?

Because she didn’t forget you

Maybes and what ifs

Second guesses

And questions of character and personality

When the truth is simple

He’s no Romeo

At least not your Romeo

He’s not going to fight for you

Or die for you

He’s not going to show up and confess his love

He’s not going to throw pebbles at your window

He’s not your Romeo

Move on girl

Let it go girl

Its ok I gotcha

Suddenly misrepresented

It’s frustrating

What did they mean?

How far would you go?

To rekindle a fallen romance

A feeling you once felt

Something that til this day

Has stayed deep within your soul

Memories trail blaze

Ablaze in flames

Smoke; the only recognition that it was ever even there in the first place

Whatever “it” was

And you sit and you wonder

Heart skipping a beat

Causing an involuntary flutter

Did you miss it?

Did it pass you by?

Were you clueless?

Or were they selfish?

With a capital I

Or was it fear?

Why are we always so afraid to feel?

Afraid to show that feeling to someone else?

Maybe they will agree

Maybe they’ll get it

Maybe they’ll feel what you feel

And you’ll ride off into the sun set on the white horse he came trotting in on

Or maybe they won’t agree

Maybe they won’t get it

Maybe they’ll never feel what you feel

Or felt

I guess that’s the risk you take when you wear your heart on your sleeve for others to read

I guess that’s the risk you take in everything

Signed,

Sarcastic Romantic

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It’s better than being hopeless

At least this way

You learn to laugh at yourself a little

Be gentle to others

While you’re protecting your heart from the fears they hold

Think about the other person’s heart

What are they trying to protect theirs from?

The heart is something that isn’t meant to be broken

But it often is

Riddled with emotional scars and experience you may not necessarily want

We trick ourselves into thinking that getting our hearts broken is common

That every heartache is a growth process, a lesson learned

And that may be true

But what happens if you fall in love and that person fell back

And it stuck

And you lived happily ever after

Wouldn’t that be something?

That’s the magic in believing

Call it hopeless

Call it childish

Call it whatever the hell you want

Maybe the fairytales got it right

Stay Hopeful

Stay Sarcastic

But most importantly

Keep your soul Romantic 😉

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-<3-