Posted in Poems, Writing101

Lost

Lost in memories
I am so sorry
that you could not love
my loved ones more
the ones I care about too
whether two or four legged
the ones I can’t
I won’t
live without

You were part of my life
but day by day
you drove me a little bit further away
until you could no longer reach me
until I shut down, and out
slammed the doors to my heart
shut tight
to stop the bleeding

I care about you still
but can not share my life
with you anymore
I need more
I am more
than what you want me to be
let me be
I need to be
me

MC Driessen blogs

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I wrote this for Writing 101: Serially Lost: Today, write about a loss. The twist: make this the first post in a three-post series.

Posted in Six word story challenges

Six Word Story Challenge: Friends

The Six Word Story Challenge of this week is all about FRIENDS.

Friendship is a relationship of mutual affection between two or more people. Friendship is a stronger form of interpersonal bond than an association. Friendship has been studied in academic fields such as sociology, social psychology, anthropology, and philosophy. Various academic theories of friendship have been proposed, including social exchange theory, equity theory, relational dialectics, and attachment styles. A World Happiness Database study found that people with close friendships are happier.

Although there are many forms of friendship, some of which may vary from place to place, certain characteristics are present in many types of friendship. Such characteristics include affection, sympathy, empathy, honesty, altruism, mutual understanding and compassion, enjoyment of each other’s company, trust, and the ability to be oneself, express one’s feelings, and make mistakes without fear of judgment from the friend.

While there is no practical limit on what types of people can form a friendship, friends tend to share common backgrounds, occupations, or interests, and have similar demographics.

 

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The challenge for you:

Write a story about FRIENDS in just six words. Let a photo or image inspire you to write a story. Or first write the story, and then make or search for a picture to go with it.

Here’s a Six Word Story by Ernest Hemingway.

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Such an impact and unseen images in only six words…

Publish your Six Word Story on your own website/blog and paste the link to that post in a comment to this one here at Figments. I will include your contribution in this post, forming a list of stories.

Will you join me? Will you? Say you do. :) And share the challenge news!

I look forward to your stories.
Marion

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READ THE STORY ABOUT FRIENDS OF:

 

The next challenge will be published on April 9. Doe je liever mee in het Nederlands, ga dan naar Verhaal in zes woorden met beeld: Vrienden.

Older stories:
130226 – Poverty
130313 – Spring
130327 – Writing

130410 – Light
130424 – Music
130515 – Transport
130529 – Pets
130612 – Regret
130616 – Inspiration
130703 – Commercials
130814 – Vacation
130829 – Memory
130911 – Terrorism
130925 – Youth
131030 – The Weather
131113 – Film
131127 – Art
131211 – Food
131229 – Retrospect
140122 – Puzzle
140205 – Shopping
140219 – Dilemma
140312 – Daredevil

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Posted in Poems, Writing

Claimed By The Underground

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Through window I stare

surrounded by loneliness

I see only me

~

Mirrored moves, in a

perfect choreography

of ungraceful dance

~

My gaze travels on

lured by the magnetic storm

that I feel, is you

~

Your eyes are aflame

tearing my soul into yours

and I stop breathing

~

Walls come crashing down

around my heart now is space

could it be, could it?

~

Lights flicker and die

and when I open my eyes

your vision is gone

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Claimed by The Underground

 


 

Photo: © Kishor Krishnamoorthi
Haiku: M©Driessen

UNDERGROUND – prompted by  


Posted in Personal, Poems

Wrong

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How can I be wrong

when stars light up in your eyes

whenever we meet

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How can I be wrong

in bringing down my heart’s walls

my trust so complete

~

How wrong could I be

to pour in an endless well

I’m dehydrated

~

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Prompted by One Single Impression

Image by Anjart
Poem © Marion
Posted in Art, Photo

Art: We Belong

One day I was walking in Rotterdam with my university colleagues, when I stopped in mid-stride, frozen on the spot by this little bronze statue:

In close-up:

It radiated the feelings I have for my Vman. He was very surprised and happy with it on our anniversary.

We Belong…

Posted in Personal, Poems

Skin To Skin

A draft stirs the candles
While all doors are closed
Alert green eyes stare
At invisible ghost

Shadows crawl closer
And touch me with fear
The clock keeps on ticking
As midnight draws near

My senses all tensed
I shiver, feel lost
What was comfy and warm
Is now covered in frost

Cat stretches and yawns
When I cuddle his hair
Turn off the lights
And climb up the stairs

As I slip beneath covers
Strong arms hold me close
A smile lights the darkness
Emerging from doze

In shadow shines sun light
Love stirs deep within
As we lay warm entangled
And touch skin to skin

 

 


Posted in Inspiration, Personal, Poems

Let it Be. Let it Go. Make it Glow!

What does aging do to us? In Does Age Matter you can read some random – not too serious – thoughts on our daily physical deterioration. For example:

Gravity will take a stronger hold on various body parts.
After a night out, two days of recuperation are necessary.

Today’s question is: What gets better with age? Ah, interesting. For me the main thing that gets better with age is

the ability to let go

Letting go of your free and independent life when the children are young.
Letting go of your children when they in turn step into their own free life.
Letting go of high expectations of others, and in stead searching and finding your own way.
Letting go of thousands of things you worry about, but can not change.

Of course I still fret over things, but I’m learning to ease up, to relax a bit more. To allow things to happen. To not be in control all the time. My mother tells me the same thing:

I don’t worry about everything and everyone anymore. Each person needs to live his/her own life and face the responsibilities and consequences of his/her actions.

When growing older, the path before us becomes ever clearer, distractions are more transparent and you can and want to focus on what really matters in life. And that is very important, because you have only one life and the years flash by with accelerating speed! Do not let the outer world rule your life, but take firm control and spend it wisely.

Go on a ghost hunt every now and then! It is not big deal if you fail, because you can always start anew. Stay young at heart and keep moving. Chase your dreams and make them come true, don’t let them fade away! Keep what is really important, what you cannot do without. As for the rest…
Let go.

People change and move on. Friends share the same path for a while – months, years, decades, even a lifetime. They will take a turn every now and then, to find the way ahead together or on their own. Maybe in the future their roads will cross again, hearts drawn together by deep friendship. Relationships and love may end, but it is not the end of the world. It is only change.
Let go.

Things you can not change
let them be

Things you do not want
let them go

But dreams you cherish
MAKE THEM GLOW!

What gets better for you when you grow older? You are most welcome to share.

Posted in Personal

They Will Become A Memory In The Future

Dear Mar,

Don’t be alarmed. You’re not going mad. And I’m not mad either. No, it isn’t a cruel joke or a prank of your friends. Please bear with me and hear me out. It will help you through the rough times you’re going through right now.

What do I know about your rough times? Well love, everything, simply everything. You see, I AM you, sending you this message from a future, ten years from now. Save this letter for the evenings when pain and loneliness threaten to overwhelm you. When despair and doubt strike hard. When your heart is about to break from crying throughout the night. Then read this and let it sooth you. Because there IS life after a divorce.

I know you worry so much about your children. How will they cope with the separation, will it affect their future and trust in life? Be at ease, in ten years they have grown into tall young men who love life. Men who have self confidence and a good sense of justice. They won’t be party animals, but they do have faith in themselves and have fun. Your sons will find their own way in life and you will guide them. And love them more and more each day. Like I do.

You doubt your ability to stand on your own, but this is unnecessary my dear. Your family and friends will help you whenever you need advice. They will come over when something is amiss. One of them will even bring you forty beautiful roses on your fortieth birthday, because he wants you to smile. And you will learn about taxes, mortgages and house maintenance. You won’t like it but you will learn.

Which leads me to the financial part. This has been keeping you awake at night. Have trust in your employer, for he will give you the chance to work longer. Your salary, complemented with your alimony, will enable you and your kids to stay in the house they grew up in.

But the most important thing you need to know right now is that your intuition is right. Your intuition that has been screaming for years is right. Do not doubt your decision to end this marriage. You have fought long enough, hard enough. It just wasn’t meant to be. Your unhappiness will only deepen if you go on and I don’t want that to happen to you. Better to be alone on your own, than to be lonely in company. This is what your heart is telling you right now, so listen to it!

You will go through bad and even worse times, through unpleasant and hurtful events. But you will get out of this much stronger. The sparkle will come back to your eyes, you will be your merry old enthusiastic self again. You will explore new areas and do new and exciting things. And you will find love again. But that is something for a distant future.

For now, be strong and have faith dearest Mar. You will make it through these difficult times, together with your sons, your family and your friends. So embrace and accept the loneliness and pain in the certainty that they will ease. They will become a memory in the future.

Yours, with love,
~Mar

Posted in Personal

So Long. Farewell. In a Leaky Rowboat.

In Do You Want My Wacky Love, I introduced you to Stephen. Today’s WordPress topic ‘Describe the one who got away‘ is about him.

Stephen and I met for the first time in a bar, back in 1984, where this tall lean man introduced me to salsa and merengue. No, that’s not something to eat, it is dancing! We had big fun and talked and laughed ’till deep in the night. The next day, Stephen called my number. He came to our student house and again he made me laugh. Things got deeper and there I was, in a relationship with an exotic, black man.

The first year was magical. Crazy rap performances in discotheques – I still can match Sugar Hill Gang’s Rapper’s Delight word for word, barbecues by the lakeside, midnight swims, visits to friends that ended in one big musical feast. Life was a party. Those are the things I remember fondly.

The downside of this relationship were unemployment and other women. At least that’s what I suspected, but his buddies were always backing him up. More often he wouldn’t come home at night and I was sick with worry and unpleasant feelings of doubt. Where the HELL was he. Of course he had been with Eric, ‘Just call him, you’ll see.’ And I believed him, time and time again. Needed to believe him. He got away.

Jobs were also hard for him to hold on to. There was always something wrong with them. The boss didn’t like him. It was the wrong kind of work. He got fired for no reason at all. It was all a big discrimination conspiracy. Yeah RIGHT! The only one who was wrong, was Stephen himself. Too lazy, no perseverance. Meanwhile we had moved into an apartment, since I had a steady full time job. There were still plenty of ups, but more and more downs.

After another fight over his regular absence during the night – including weird female phone calls – I ended the relationship. Only to be swept away by his marriage proposal. The nights he was away, he had been working hard to create a little palace for the both of us, a new home. It was supposed to be a big surprise! How could I doubt him when he was slaving long long hours… Again plenty of buddy-backup. O, I was so VERY blonde back then! *growls* We got engaged. We wanted kids as soon as possible. We were going to travel to Curacao to meet his parents.  And again he got away, he convinced me once again of his love.

That bubble burst when a woman called, telling me she was pregnant with Stephen and where he was? PARDON ME?!? Yes, since I was his EX girlfriend, perhaps I knew where he could be? Can you imagine my total bewilderment? My panic? The ‘little palace’ where he spent so many time, was HER house. All came crashing down around my ears. My sweet pure intuition had been right all along. If only I had listened to that little voice.

When confronted with my questions, he told me she was a crazy woman. That nothing was true. How I DARED to doubt him. But the day before I had found the notes of the work agency where he was supposed to be during the day. He had worked ONE morning that week. That dreadful Friday morning is forever imprinted on my retina. Totally upset and mad as hell, I threw the lunch I was preparing for him (to take to work) at his head – he was still lying in bed. That was when he attacked me, grabbed my throat and pushed me against the wall.

As scary as it was, this action actually saved me. It gave me the strength to end it all. Permanently. The one thing he had never done – the one thing he knew I would never accept – was to lay his hands on me. So I kicked him out of the apartment and to my surprise he went. Again he got away, taking my hopes and dreams with him.

What followed next was a living nightmare. After a month, just when I was crawling back up, he called me and wanted to meet me. He had to tell me something very important! I said no. He insisted. The craziest scenarios swept like a tidal wave through my mind, so I agreed to meet him. Stephen arrived that evening, acting very hyper. He wanted to make a deal. Actually he demanded to use my storage room downstairs as a repository for ‘his new business’. I refused. He totally freaked out, became hostile and aggressive, was tearing down my apartment in search of the keys. He started pushing me around, threatening me, throwing the table over and attacking. Never in my life have I been that scared and helpless.

I grabbed the phone and called a friend who owned a car. Peter answered the phone and immediately told me that help was on the way. Stephen meanwhile took the phone from my hands and started calling friends ‘to start a party’. My God, I was terrified. He was like a stranger with a demon inside. After what seemed like an hour, but couldn’t have been more than ten minutes, my door bell rang. I grabbed my coat -with my keys in it – my handbag and ran outside. I escaped in one piece.

Outside Jacqueline was waiting for me, Peter’s wife. She is a funny tall woman with a sense for adventure. And this had sounded like one to her. She took one look at my tearful face and drove to the police station. All tension came out and I broke down. The police were very helpful and immediately two police officers drove back with me to my apartment, Jacqueline close on our heels. When we neared the front door, we were gently pushed aside and with their guns drawn, they entered. A shadow moved and they took aim… but it was only my brave cat Spike. Stephen had disappeared.

I stayed with Peter and Jacqueline that weekend, not daring to go back home. That Monday the police called me at work. There was a gentleman sitting there, claiming I had changed the locks of our home while he had been away on vacation. I could only stare at the phone, totally bewildered. What the HELL? On shaky legs I walked across the street to the police station. Guess who was sitting there. Right, Stephen and his friend Eric. I could only see the devil in his eyes. He was accusing me of the most dreadful things, and again I broke down. I was a nervous wreck and weighed only 90 pounds.

Fortunately there was this detective, who listened to my side of the story, who nodded after only one minute and then took me upstairs with him. He gave me a cup of tea and asked me to tell him everything. Which I did. He made one phone call and Stephen and Eric had to leave the building. If Stephen was the devil, then this guy was an angel. My guardian angel. He made sure I got a lawyer, patrolled near my apartment during my lunch breaks when he knew I went home to take care of my cats. Insisted that I’d take a secret phone number.

A couple of weeks later I had to meet Stephen in court. He still demanded the use of my storage room. After only fifteen minutes the judge had heard enough and wrote his own address on a paper and gave it to Stephen. He told him to stop harassing me and that he could use the judge’s storage room! You see, I was the only one with a job, I payed for the apartment, everything was on my name. So I won this case with flying colors. So long, farewell. Go home to Curacao in a leaky rowboat please!

Several friends took me in and gave me shelter for as long as I needed it. They saved my sanity and my trust in people. I swore I would never EVER feel as helpless as the night Stephen hijacked my home. And I made sure I haven’t since.

Thank you SO much for reading my long story. In the end it was me who got away.