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We Have ALL Made a Terrible Mistake

We have made important things

Cliché

Trite

Corny

 

Even those of us who do nothing to create it

Laugh at the jokes

Discount the truth

Mock

Roll our eyes

Buy In

 

Real Love

Trust

Truth

Joy

Happiness

 

Important Abstractions

 

A child’s love for their parent

The misery created via tragedy

The seeking for something better

The pain everything can entail

The hope

Striving

Searching

Hurting

Finding

 

We’ve made a joke of it

All

Human Emotion

 

If it is genuine

I suppose

The world

Will

Mock

 

And what

Will

We

Do?

…..this time…..

today

right now

tomorrow

 

I mean wow

We’re low

We’ve even found a way (and not just A way but many ways) to make a joke out of sex – the most vulnerable, most alive, most real we can be with another human being, the truest form of love incarnate

A Joke

 

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7 Movies That Inspire Hope Within Me

I have an odd question to ask you.

Odd because I’m a writer, shouldn’t I be asking about books? Well, lots of movies came from books.

Plus as a writer, it’s stories that I love.

Odd because, hope as a subject? Not many people focusing on that lately.

Odd because my poetry doesn’t always appear hopeful (but it is to me).

Odd becuase because because.

Anywho…

 

I’ve arranged these 7 movies in order of how strongly they affect me. The first being the absolute strongest. Isn’t that how you detect hope? …. you FEEL it, are MOVED by it.


 

Collateral Beauty

I cannot put into words what I feel when watching this movie. Love, Time, Death. Who doesn’t decide to hate them at times? Which of us doesn’t need to remember their true meaning in our lives?

I guess there’s some words.

 

The Shack

You don’t have to even believe in a specific kind of Higher Power to feel the message of hope. I guess there was a bunch of controversy over this movie. All I have to do is google it to find out about what. I don’t care. Everyone everywhere can find something negative in everyone and everything, ever, if we look.

This movie has a message, this story has a message. Beyond that, the rest are trappings; extra for us to do with what we want, what we choose. The meaning of this movie, in my opinion, is something we all need. We get hope from forgiveness; for others, for ourselves. I know I need that. I know I need to believe, to know, I am loved and worthy of that love.

 

Best Exotic Marigold Hotel

This one I really don’t have words for. You’d have to watch it for yourself to possibly understand what I cannot communicate.

 

Hidalgo

This gives me hope that people can see ALL people as people, ALL animals as souls. Few things bring me pain so greatly as to see people hate, hurt, or become indifferent to animals.

 

No Reservations

Hope that everyone can change. Hope that love can find us all a way back home. A way back to ourselves. A way to healing. A way to hope.

 

The Addams Family

I’m weird. I’m certain you’ve noticed.

Now this movie doesn’t inspire a feeling of hope within me. But it does GIVE me hope. Hope that we can each be our own weird selves and still be accepted, loved, for who we are.

 

Remember the Titans

I often find it hard to remember to respect those who see me, Daphne, as white. I find it hard to see people as black. As Latino. As Asian. As Middle Eastern. As Pacific Islanders. As Native Americans. As “mixed”.

I am not my nationality. Sure, people can become products of their culture. But English culture is the same to a black English man and a white English man, in its purest form. We make things sexist. We make it about black and white. We make skin color important. Instead of loving differences in culture, being curious, exploring the many peoples on this painful, beautiful, crazy, messy world we’ve been gifted.

So what do I see before I see skin color? Easy. There is a person standing in front of me, different and similar to me, with a life full of experiences, tears, smiles, and blank faces I know nothing about.

This movie restores hope to me that we will find our way back to that within our own personal lives, if we so choose.

 

 

MY QUESTION IS THIS. What movies (and movies, only, for now, please) that inspire hope within you?

I’d really appreciate an answer.

We all struggle, right? We all need hope.

You don’t have to give an explanation or reason. Just a movie title. Or a few. I’d value some help from those of you who listen in to the inner ramblings I share with you. Thank you.

This isn’t a cry for help. It’s a cry for more hope. Something beautiful from our lives that we can share. That we can feel.

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THYSELF, MYSELF

IM SITTING WITH A BUNCH

OF LITTLE PIECES

I RIPPED THEM UP

I PUT THEM THERE

THEY HURT AND THEY CRY

AND THEY KIND OF KNOW

WHY

THEY ALWAYS KNEW

THEY ALWAYS KEPT

KEPT QUIET

WATCHED

REMEMBERED

I ALWAYS KNEW

DIDN’T I?

 

I GUESS THEY’RE PEACE

EACH BROKEN SHRED

THEY’RE SITTING THERE

STARING AT ME

THEY’RE ALWAYS MINE

EVEN TORN

OKAY

OKAY

SO WHAT DO I DO WITH

THEM EACH PIECE?

BROKEN SMOTHERED

USED WORN

 

I GUESS I SUPPOSE MAYBE

THE POINT THE NEED

THE URGE THE

DESIRE

IS TO FEEL THEM

HURT

THAT’S WHAT THEY ARE

 

IM SITTING WITH A BUNCH OF

LITTLE PIECES

I RIPPED THEM UP

I PUT THEM THERE

 

THEY’RE CRYING

AND I DON’T WANT TO

THEY’RE CALLING LIKE AN ANIMAL

SHORN WITH PAIN

MADNESS AND SADNESS

CLAWING INTO EACH PIECE

THEY’RE MY WAY TO PEACE

ARENT THEY?

 

I’M ALL THESE LITTLE PIECES

I DON’T WANT TO BE

ALL THESE LITTLE PIECES

ARE MY WAY BACK

TO ME

 

 

by Daphne Shadows

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Are You Listening?

There is more

Something we don’t listen for

It cries

And in our ignorance

It dies

 

 

by Daphne Shadows

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Simple Humanity

There’s this man, a sweet old man, yet he radiates youth.

Always smiling but nothing overt.

At times this smile has a sadness.

He carries a soft pink and beige, raggedy plushy with him.

Its in his hands every time I see him sitting across the room.

I love this.

 

There’s something like this inside every soul.

Why do we lose it so willingly?

 

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I Exist

I don’t need a good excuse

I exist

Therefore I have the right to be

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

 

(Don’t forget, we’re human beings not human “doings”.)

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Grey Isn’t All Bad

Grey

Pigeons are gray.

They’re other colors too.

Pigeons are dorky goofy.

I’ve decided I don’t like the work dorky, I’m going for goofy from now on. It’s what I actually mean.

Do you ever say things out of conditioned behaviors? It’s annoying.

I’m trying to find all of mine and get rid of them.

 

 

Grey

My clothes are basically gray, black, and blue.

I have one red shirt, one dark pink shirt. I’d rather call it close to mauve.

My slipper boots are gray and chocolate brown. They go well together, those colors.

I like the slipper boots better as they keep my feet warmer.

 

Grey

I think gray is unfairly disliked by most people.

I like gray.

It’s not dreary or doom-ish in my opinion.

It’s warm.

It’s also on my wolf/husky plushy. Which I obviously like.

Also, the color of the skull on my desk.

Not a real skull. Unfortunately. I’d get in trouble if it was real.

*pout*

 

Grey

A lot of people have chosen to talk about their chronic illness for this daily prompt.

Why?

Why does the color illicit this subject?

Perhaps it is connected with shades of grey. (The phrase not the abuse-celebration book series.)

Chronic illness is a grey area.

Not much known.

Not many people are given hope, answers, a way to live with what they’ve acquired.

So, we figure it out on our own.

Perhaps it’s a dreary, lonely road with more question marks than possible answers. But I find I don’t hate it. We’ve all got our struggles, demons, and suffering. Through acceptance, I can learn to deal with my chronic issues, chronic diseases, and chronic illnesses.

 

Grey

Is an interesting topic.

Color.

Warm and cold, soft and solid at once.

What is grey?

 

Grey

I really liked this person’s response to today’s daily prompt: The Fantasy of Gray.

 

What is grey to you?

Today’s daily prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/gray/

(just in case you want to try it out)

 

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