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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Fait Accompli 


Is total control really worth the price?

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Most people don’t wake up in the morning knowing EXACTLY how their day will unfold. Well, I’m not most people. My name is Alyssa, and I have total control over how my day goes. 

While most people are dreaming while sleeping, I am putting together tomorrow. 

There is just one problem with this special “gift”. I have to terminate one person before I go back to sleep to create my tomorrow. 

Now when I say “terminate”, I don’t mean fire or let someone go from my life. I literally mean terminate. You know, as in put an end to  one’s life. 


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Now I bet you’re a bit confused. Let me explain. 

It all started on a hot and humid summer day in a small town along a little known bayou in Louisiana. 

I began that morning griping about the weather the minute I stepped outside and my hair instantly frizzed up and my skin immediately began to glisten with sweat. 

I cursed summer!


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My neighbor, Mrs. Langlois, was outside sipping her coffee and judging people as she religiously did every morning. She heard me despise the season and beelined straight towards me. 

“Well, good morning young lady. What’s got you a cussin’ so early in the day?”

I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with “The Mouth of the South” so I just decided to tell the truth and let her get back to playing judge and jury with the rest of the neighborhood. 

“Good morning! I’m just disgusted with this heat and humidity. That’s all.”
“Well young lady, if you don’t like it do something about it!”, replied Mrs. Langlois. 


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At this point I’m convinced she wasn’t JUST drinking coffee. What on God’s green Earth was I supposed to do to cancel summer? Hell, I couldn’t even dodge my Public Investigator neighbor!

“Well, Mrs. Langlois you and I both know that’s impossible. I’ll just deal with it like I’ve been doing for all 21 years of my life.”

Mrs. Langlois grasped my right hand in her Little Old Lady hands, looked me dead in my eyes, and said, “Fait Accompli.” She then lowered my hand, and said, “Make it a good one, young lady!” 

And just like that, Neighborhood Watch was marching back to her perch to resume her routine snooping. 


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I was already thirty minutes behind schedule for the day, so I got in my car and left. 
Disturbed by Mrs. Langlois’ little performance back at my house, I decided I would Google “Fait Accompli”. 

I grabbed my cell from my purse that sat in the passenger seat and Googled the words that were strangely uttered by my eavesdropping neighbor. 

Caught up in what my search yielded, I wasn’t paying attention to the road and slammed right into the car in front of me. 

Damn! 

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After dealing with the police, repair shops, my insurance company, and my guilt, I was done for the day. 

I drove my damaged car into my driveway and went straight into my house. 

Something was off. 

Where was Tammy Talkalot? She should have greeted me at my door to tell me about the wreck I caused. Oh well, it’s better she didn’t. I had no more energy for her. 


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Awaken from my slumber I noticed my house was cooler than it usually was during the summer. I grabbed another blanket and went back to sleep. 

The next day I woke up ready to fight with the heat and humidity. I made sure my hair was in a nice frizz resistant bun and headed out the door. 
As I walked outside, I instantly froze. What the hell? The cool crisp autumn air whipped against my exposed skin. The leaves crunched under my flip flops. Those same leaves were brown. 

Brown like the trees that stood before me. I looked around me and fall was in full bloom! 


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My confusion was interrupted by a little voice that belonged to my overly layered meddlesome neighbor, Mrs. Langlois. 

She was making her way over…AGAIN! I stood there and just waited. 

“Good morning, young lady! I hope you are enjoying the weather.”

Okay, so now I KNEW I was not the only one who was seeing and feeling fall.

“Good morning Mrs. Langlois. I am enjoying it.”

“That’s great dear, enjoy your day. And make it a good one.” 


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She made her way back home and left me even more confused. I looked at my phone to check for news about this weather. 

But I was met with other news, rather strange news. The guy whose car I wrecked was dead. There it was in black and white. “Local Marine, Pvt. Keith Fontaine, Died While Fighting For His Country Overseas.”

How was that possible? He has been home for months. I accidentally ran into the back of his car yesterday. None of this was making any sense. 

‪I ran back towards my house and it just hit me. My damaged car was no longer damaged. 

I felt everything spinning around me. I was so confused I thought I was going to faint. I went in the house and sat down on the sofa. 


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What was going on? 
I ran over to Mrs. Langlois’ house. She was outside as I expected. 

“Mrs. Langlois, we need to talk!”, I demanded. 

She smiled proudly, then nonchalantly replied, “I know.” 

Daily Prompt: Whisper

I hear you, but I don’t know what you are saying. Are you talking to me? Am I even supposed to know what you are saying? Left in the dark.  I am out of the loop.  I hear you, but I don’t know what you are saying

I can hear a voice out in the distance speaking softly.  I get closer and try to find out who is speaking and what he or she is saying. Where are you? Who are you? I hear you, but I don’t know what you are saying.

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All of this time I thought I was here alone. Only to find out someone else is present. I walk the rows between the headstones in the direction of the faint voice.  My curiosity is definitely getting the best of me. Who could it be?  Who is this voice talking to?

It is difficult to make out anything in this dark hazy cemetery. I continue to follow the voice as it becomes slightly understandable as I approach it.  I can’t see anyone yet.  Nothing. Not even a shadow. I am now upon the voice. There is no one there. Just a whisper.  I hear you, and I know what you are saying.

Please come visit me.  I am alone. These are the words of the whisper.

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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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Emptying My Thoughts: Night Five

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Today is Administrative Professionals Day, and the owners and management went all out for us!  The meeting room was decorated, food was made for us by one of the owners,  we received gifts,  we had an extended (uninterrupted) lunch, and one of the managers in the office even sang for us!  It was a good day at the office today.

I still have finishing my bachelor’s degree on my mind and becoming more accomplished. I also need to learn how to skate before June!  I guess some goals are easier than others.

Well that’s all for tonight. I don’t have that much bogging down my mind tonight. I’m headed to Slumberland. Check out some of my latest posts if you find yourself up for a little while longer.  ☺

Truth in Disguise
Whisper
Ghostly Giggle

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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

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