“If” in a Different Perspective

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By Talin Mari

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If I could…

If I could fly, I would soar high into the sky. I would fly over the Empire State Building.  I would touch the pointed needle on the building to see whether it is really sharp or just an illusion.

If I could climb without any tools, I would climb the trees in the rainforest. I would climb to the top effortlessly and confidently.  I would peer into the rainforest like any jungle monkey and grab a vine to swing from tree to tree.

If I could sing with an angelic voice, I would perform in an opera house. I would sing in every language, understanding and feeling all the phrases that float like bubbles out of my mouth.  I would rise to the tips of my toes as my voice gently flows into the room with no form of shyness.

If I could be a flower, I would be a rose. I would smell so sweet that no one would resist putting me on display.  I would listen and hear the love that surrounds those that gave and received the rose.  I would hear their story and it would be mine to keep in the calm tranquility of my beautiful vase.

If I could be, I would be me. The flying, the climbing, the singing, the flower are all a part of me.  There is no if….

A Writer’s Freeway of Thoughts

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I sit at my desk writing with an orderly freeway of thoughts, continuous and in beautiful synchronization.  These thoughts magnify with each second that passes.  They create a beautiful harmony of words.

Then, all of a sudden, amidst the flowing freeway of thoughts, there is the one distraction that causes the thoughts to rapidly move into chaotic directions.  I try to hold on and find my way back to the normalcy of my orderly freeway.   I start to think back to the time when the distraction was a mere car driving in its own path.

How can I divert the distraction to the take the right path?

Thinking… thinking… thinking.

Nothing seems to work.  I start to enjoy letting my mind wander in its blissful chaos of thoughts.

Should I let the chaos consume me?

The euphoria of the distraction hinders me from reaching my destination.  Driving circles in my mind, the thoughts overpower my desire to do anything.  “It’s fun!” shouts out the distracting thought.  I sit and let my mind wander into its colorful world.

Wandering… wandering… wandering.

They cause me to procrastinate, these thrill loving freeway of thoughts….

Poetry for the Silent

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“Poetry for the Silent”

By Talin Mari

 

I sit in the shadows waiting to be noticed,

My silence makes me invisible, an unknown,

I cry with desire, my only effort to be heard,

My voice waits patiently to scream a word.

 

Let me have a moment to speak,

Let me have a moment to be heard,

Let me have a moment to be free,

Free to captivate everyone I see.

 

I may be in the shadows eagerly waiting,

I may be listening to the noises around me,

When I break free, everyone will be in awe,

When I break free, my voice will amaze all.

 

My voice will be there to help,

My voice will be there to inspire.

 

Patience…

My voice can be heard.

Patience…

My voice will be heard.

Patience…

My voice has been heard….

 

Please… I Need to Write!

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All I ever want to do is to spend moments of my day writing….  How hard can that be?  How hard can it be to devote at least one hour in the day to my dear laptop?

Unless I live in a utopian world, my reality does not meet my desires.  I would have to quit my job and become a free spirit to write all that I want to write.  Unfortunately, I would blind myself from the realities of today and, perhaps, lose the muse that makes me yearn to touch the slippery keys of my delicate laptop.

Since the realities of today seem to halt my desires to scream out words, I am forced to find my cave that shelters my ideas.  This is the place where ideas freely float and create a movie in my mind.  It creates a projection of little stories that somehow weave themselves into a colorful story about someone or something.

This cave can be anywhere.  It can be in my office, among the stillness of the books staring jealously as I type away.  The cave can be surrounding my car with ideas chattering away at my ears while I drive.  All I can do is hope that I remember all that is said when I get back to my devoted laptop.  It can be in the grocery store, helping me observe people with their own mini-stories.  My cave can be anywhere as long as those thoughts, the really good thoughts, stay with me when I return to my hard shelled friend, my laptop.

Yes, all that I ever want to do is to stroke the delicate keys of my laptop with words that link together to form their unique story.  The obstacles of the day are what make my desire to write stronger, deeper, and irreversible….

Vacation Break from Everything

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I suppose one can say that I’ve been missing in action. After all, I haven’t blogged for two weeks.

I have been on a much needed break, or as we called it in primary school, a brain break.  It was a moment to pause and recharge my battery of knowledge.  It was a time to learn, but without thinking.  It was a time to explore in order to rejuvenate the mind for more exploratory and creative writing.  It was a vacation from everything and anything.

Now, I am back, embracing the memories of the days I enjoyed with friends and family. Ready to face the challenges of tomorrow. Ready to be a better person. Ready to be a better blogger and writer. I’m back from my break!

Screaming Thoughts on a Blank Screen

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“Screaming Thoughts”

by Talin Mari

 

Sitting in my room, without a sound to be heard,

Waiting for my thoughts to loudly fill the room,

My blank computer screen yearns for any typing.

Why do my thoughts want to stay silent today?

 

While I drive, they scream and pout without shame,

Mile after mile, yelling randomly during the drive,

My occupied hands restrain me from writing them.

Why, oh why, must you tell me your ideas now?

 

Eating with friends, my time for companionship,

Laughing, my thoughts cry louder than my friends,

My only hope is that no one can hear the giggles.

Why do my thoughts laugh out these ideas now?

 

While I wait in my room, I turn off my computer,

“File them away!” I say, stomping out of the room,

My hope has been shattered by their long silence.

Why is it that they suddenly begin to shout again?

 

Stop!

I must return.

The beautiful screams!

I hear them louder than ever before.

The temptress in my thoughts begins to roar!

“Write! Write! Write!” they yell and I obediently listen.

 

The End

 

 

 

Chaos in the Waiting Room

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The other day, I quietly waited in the dental office scrolling through my Twitter account and reading through my Facebook feed. It was a typical day, nothing out of the norm. It was the usual routine to keep myself busy while waiting the endless wait at the dental office.

Next to me sat an older lady, possibly a grandmother or a nanny, with two elementary aged boys. At first, I thought it was adorable that both boys wanted to sit next to the grandmother or nanny. It was at that point that all of my beautiful images of this family began to slowly crumble.

The boys did not want to sit still. They wanted to watch the fish and walk around the waiting room. They were, after all, being curious boys exploring the room. The boys were not being disruptive. They were just being boys. The older lady started to yell at them. She was annoyed that the boys would not sit down next to her. How can any elementary aged child sit still without any form of entertainment? It’s almost like imprisoning them for being bored. She could have asked them to play a game like counting the fish or, better yet, brought something to entertain them from home – a book may have been nice. No, the yelling seemed to resolve her problem, but cause everyone else in the room to be agitated by her lack of patience.

After I left the dental office, I began to wonder whether we have become a world of impatient people looking for perfection. I suppose you can say that I too was impatient in that I relied on my social media to keep myself entertained. Nonetheless, I found a way to entertain myself. I’m sure that if I didn’t have entertainment, I would also be running around exploring the dental office – though I’m not sure how that would look.

We all need to create boundaries, but in situations where children will be completely bored, we need to accept responsibility and help them find a way to resolve that boredom. The dental office had so many magazines. I’m sure the older lady could have found an imaginative game to play with the children. She could have done a “Where’s Waldo?” kind of game where the children could have searched for a car or a dog.

Constantly scolding the children did not solve the old lady’s problem. It only made the children throw a tantrum, get yelled at loudly, sit for a moment sulking, and continue again with their initial activity. It was a cycle that continued throughout the time we waited.

The old lady could have prevented the drama if she spent time with the boys. After all, these boys were not toddlers. They were just bored. All that’s needed is patience and creativity to solve most problems….