Oh No, Please, Don’t Pick Up Your Shoes

What is chaos?  I’m glad you asked.

Chaos is the world around me.  I want things done a certain way.  I want things in their designated places.  Oh, but everyone does not share the same passion for organizing that I have. Enter chaos. 

If this is you…seek help from a professional Organizationologist STAT!

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Exhibit A: Shoes in the middle of the floor. Nothing in my mind says that smack dab in the floor’s center should lie a pair of shoes.

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Exhibit B: Empty cartons, boxes, bags, etc. strategically placed back in their spots. (NOW you know how to pick things up.)

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Exhibit C: Lights, Camera, Action! More like Lights, Television, Tablet! Every possible object powered be electricity or battery will be on in the room …simultaneously…occupied by none other than no one!

Looking for something in a chaotic room is just like trying to find Waldo.

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Exhibit D: I can’t find my… Fill in the blank with anything. Yes, anything and everything that is absolutely important to your current survival needs.  Of course you can’t find anything, because you put everything everywhere.

This is just the minor levels of chaos I encounter on a regular daily basis. What brings about chaos in your life? Feel free to share in the comments!

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Changing Your Personal Interpretation: Keys to Better Understanding

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I have to admit. I love the one word Daily Prompts.  Why?  Because I enjoy pulling words apart and learning more about its meaning. I also feel the power and impact one word is capable of possessing. Each day writers create beautiful peices surrounding one word. Bloggers have been driven by one word. One word that gives birth to poems that reach our souls. One word is capable of creating a moving story or entertaining tale. One word can make a change in your life.

Today’s word is understanding. Dictionary.com uses “personal interpretation” as part of its definition of the word. Personal interpretation is as simple as it reads. A person’s interpretation of fill in the blank. The way you see it.  How you understand it to be. 

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People have been dealing with other people since people have been people. Somehow this has not changed the fact that we still cannot get along.  The reason being…understanding.  Remember that dictionary.com definition I mentioned earlier? Yeah, personal  interpretation. Keyword being personal. Each of us views the world through our own eyes. We make decisions based on our own understanding.

Changing Your Personal Interpretation

Oftentimes I find myself looking at someone and thinking,  I simply do not understand.  This is usually followed by a series of, Why would you do that?  What were you thinking? type questions. I am sure if I were to ask some people those questions I might begin to get a better understanding of the situation. Now that does not mean I will agree.  It simply means I get why. 1+1 is now equalling two.  I am able to connect the dots.  I can see the whole picture now.

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Gaining a better understanding of people and their behaviors can help us to work together. I am not saying it is the solution to problems surrounding hate and other social issues, but it is a start.  If your understanding of a situation is tainted in any way, then you will not be able to see the whole picture. Learning about different cultures, medical conditions, and personalities can change your understanding about people. Remember it is your personal interpretation that determines how you view people. The more knowledge you have about people the better your interpretation will be. 

Gain a better understanding about people today. It just might help you with your annoying coworker, your evil boss, your lazy spouse, your troubled teen, your foreign neighbor, the girl or guy you have a crush on, your divorced or widowed parent who is dating, the unprofessional cashier at Walmart. I can go on, but I think you get the point. A better understanding of people leads to a better society.

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It Was No Accident…I Did It On Purpose

Yes, I am a brat.  Yes, I am selfish. Yes, it is my way or my way.  Yes,  I said my way or my way.  At least I gave you an option.

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When I hung up on your girlfriend. It was no accident. I did it on purpose. When I “tripped” and “accidentally” unplugged your controller from the video game…that was not an accident. I did it on purpose. That time when I “forgot” to tell you a girl called for you, and she stopped talking to you at school…you guessed it. Not an accident. I did it on purpose.
And all the times I had your back…I did that on purpose too!

It is wonderful having the brother I have. As a kid there was never a dull moment with us.  Even now as adults we still have a great bond. Despite my numerous  attempts to sabotage his happiness (Sorry, but that is what happens if you don’t play by my rules.), we got along very well.  What can I say? I did it on purpose.

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Daily Prompt: Blank

Blank stares
Blank faces
Blank checks
Blank pages

My mind went blank just as I was about to speak. No words came out, but there was no one to see. Speechless and speech-less, being so unprepared. No one would witness, because no one had cared.

My mind is full and I’m not holding back. I say all the things be it fiction or fact. I feel I’m doing great, but that’s not what the case is. Just a small crowd of blank stares and blank faces.

Blank stares
Blank faces
Blank checks
Blank pages

All of their books are selling. They’ll be classics for ages. While I just sit here with my pen and blank pages.  Blank checks, book deals, and fans it’s outrageous. And I’m just here with my pen and blank pages.

Empty crowds and being misunderstood. My audience targeting skills just wasn’t that good. Now my pen is moving. I have book deals and fans on deck. My books are sold out, and now I have a blank check!

Never give up on your dreams! You will get rejected while others succeed. Don’t ever let that stop you from creating and doing what you love.
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Blank Page

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I have no words just a blank page.
I’m dealing with years of guilt, pain, confusion and rage.
I no longer know what to do, what to say, at this point…at this stage.
I feel so alone, and trapped,like a bird in a cage. 
I long for strength, peace, love, and courage.
Yet,  I am frightened, depleted, and broken on this stage.
I have many thoughts, however I feel discouraged.
Because I still have no words…just this blank page.

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K. A. Smith

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Your Unaverage Average Person

Silently sitting at a table in the heart of the mall’s food court, sits Sydney Bryce. Sydney is an average woman with a less than average life. You see on the surface, Sydney is about 5’5″, average build, brunette hair, and blends in well with a crowd. Now don’t get me wrong. Sydney is a beautiful lady, but she doesn’t wear flashy clothing, no makeup and a simple messy bun rests on top of her head. Like I said, she blends perfectly in with the crowd.

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The lunch rush consumes the Pacific Place’s food court. Everyone has lunch, work, and a series of other thoughts on the brain. All temporary distractions in an extremely busy environment. Sydney sits alone at a blue table with four matching chairs. Identical to the others crammed around her.  A shopping bag from Teavana rests on the chair to her right. Her feet wrapped in her favorite black rubber, knee high rain boots are propped up on the chair directly across from her. Her black leather Miu Miu tote occupies the remaining chair. Sydney watches everyone and everything while she goes unnoticed. A couple, in their thirties, plops down at the table to her left and almost simultaneously a group of college students claim the table to her right. An elderly couple had been quietly eating behind her.

Conversations about home renovations, private school tuition, mid terms, boyfriends, girlfriends, dorm life, and a combination of other things between the three tables have Sydney’s attention. Although each conversation may seem irrelevant to her, Sydney still takes in the words and processes them for relevancy. A tall gentleman in a pricey designer suit makes his way to the table in front of Sydney.  He has a bag from a burger resturant in one hand and an iPhone pressed to his ear in the other. Oblivious to his surroundings and distracted by the conversation he is having, he sits his food down and pulls out the blue chair. Seated with his back to Sydney, he begins scarfing down his lunch without missing a beat in his phone conversation.

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I know he didn’t deserve it but oh well.
(Pause in conversation)
He had it coming to him. No one steals from me and gets away with it.  I’m Brad Gaines and he should have known better than to mess with my money.

Despite the clamor of the conversations surrounding Sidney, Mr. Gaines now had her undivided attention. He spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper, but still loud enough for the right ears to hear. Sydney grabbed her cellphone from her tote forthwith, and began busying herself constructing a text message with the information she had just acquired. She had to look like she was just as occupied as the rest of the people gathered for the lunch rush. Brad stood up still attached to his phone. He glances at everyone around him and no one seems to know he exists. He was satisfied with his observation and began towards the main entrance of the mall. Sydney was also satisfied with her latest discovery.  She completed her text, sent it to herself, and smiled. Sydney scrolls through her contacts. She spots her target and dials.
Hey Duece, it’s Detective Bryce.  I think I found our guy.

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Vision in Progress

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I’m in a place where nothing makes much sense.  I don’t have a game plan. I just take it day by day.  This really scares me. I don’t like the unknown. I know I can’t predict the future, but I used to feel as if I were in control of it. Everything is spiraling out of control. I am lost.  Every day feels wasted.  Wasted because it was the same as the day before. This stagnation is taking a toll on me.  I need to regain control. I need to have a plan. I need to have an idea of what’s out in the distance. I need a sign. A shadow. A silhouette. A distinct sound.  A feeling. A voice. A vision.  A  vision of what’s to come. A vision of a plan. A vision of a new, bolder, better day.

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I need a vision of tomorrow. Not that Deja Vu vision of events that I’m pretty sure occurred and leave me feeling a deep sense of confusion. Not that vision of anticipation. Anticipation: dream-like symptoms turned nightmare.  Not that vision of what I want.  No not again. But that vision of what’s lost.  That vision of the missing mission.  Yes, that vision.  The one I didn’t conjure up in my head or in my heart.  That vision that is firmly planted in my minds eye and transitions to my brain. That vision that is then processed in the various areas of my brain. Then I will be able to see it.  I will be able to feel it.  I will be able to hear it.  Olfaction will be introduced to the vision gradually.  Perhaps it will also have  gustatory sensations.

Until then.
Life.
Is a vision in progress.

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Daily Prompt: Stroll

Today’s Daily Prompt instructions are to write something using the word “stroll”. Personally I am usually in a rush.  Which means I am not too far from sprinting. Or,  I am too tired. Then that means I am probably dragging, and about to collapse. Either way,  I can’t say I’m much of the strolling type. 

I always approach the Daily Prompts by writing first and reading the responses of others after. This way what I put out there will be as original as it can get.  So without further ado here is my response to today’s Daily Prompt: stroll.

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I stroll,  I roll,  I bowl
Make a goal,  in my soul, not on a pole
She strolls, She rolls, She bowls
With Keyshia Cole,  Beyonce and Solange Knowles
I stroll,  I roll,  I bowl
Students enroll, Eat a casserole, on the payroll,
He strolls, he rolls, he bowls
Roads are out of control with all these tolls and potholes
I stroll,  I roll,  I bowl
She strolls, she rolls, she bowls
He strolls,  he rolls,  he bowls
Stroll

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Truth in Disguise

I originally posted this a few years ago and today’s Daily Prompt made me think about it. I decided to add to it and incorporate the word “mask”. I hope everyone enjoys it. Especially since I don’t usually write poetry.

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You tell me what you want me to hear
Even though you’re full of lies
But the truth is what I want to hear
Not the truth in disguise.

You don’t want to hurt me
Therefore you lie when I ask
When will you tell me
The truth behind the mask

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K. A. Smith

The Fog

It is unclear what lies ahead. I am uncertain with each step forward. I cannot see what is right before me,  and I can hardly make out what I have left behind.  One foot in front of the other. Taking my time as I move forward into the unknown. Nothing I recognize yet, but everything seems familiar.

There is a break in The Fog, but only for a split second. Immediately, I am blinded just as quickly as the unknown was visible. What did I see?  Why did I not see more? Unprepared for the abrupt change before my eyes, my brain was unable to interpret what my eyes had viewed in the rapid change that occurred right in front of me.

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The Fog is now denser than ever. I can no longer find my way.  Lost in this white darkness I feel trapped. I need more support. I reach out and feel around in this mysterious place as I walk forward. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Slowy, I am able to see past my hands.  A gradual steady lifting of The Fog gives me a sense of hope.

The Fog has lifted and darkness is upon me.  Only two streets lined with street lights greet me.  I have reached a fork in the road. What do I do now? I can see clearly and I still do not know what to do. I guess I will use the senses and resources I have available. Be observant. And as always, one step at a time. One foot in front of the other. Just as I did…in The Fog.

Fog

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