Monthly Archives: January 2013

Invention

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I have spent so long writing and speaking for others, while living through their quotes, my originality has waned. It took a long time for me to be real and not live through colloquialisms. I have my own stories to tell, they are not meant to change your life, judge your actions or directives in your daily world. I tell them because they are the voice of my thoughts with a mixture of imagination, hopes, and reality. The full circle of it is that it is the only way I communicate safely, or is it. I found out that even when the internet is published regardless of the amount of followers, everyone has an opinion. The bell curve of thought begins and it is the outliers that are brazen and remembered, bad or good. Why can’t the curve close into a circle it does, only to connect with another, flowing infinitely eventually leveling at any point. To be shy and not write or write to others opinions is without internal emotional freedom. However to write without intention of compassion leaves no one satisfied. Conversation written or verbal is meant for connection, your level is dependent on your own reality of compassionate communication from within your self.

I don’t want to live in a world where I have to be told how to think, feel and believe, no one does. Manipulators who fish and/or change the situation for their individual benefit will tell you it is for the best, because they care, while the whole time only using you until they get what the need and dropping you the second you aren’t needed. They are the corporations that run this world, they are depleting our natural resources because they think they will always find a way to get what they need, when the only thing you can take to the grave with you is your conscience. To me conscious is being aware how you affect others and dealing with your own personal hang ups. Everybody brings their issues to the conversation it is how well you know yours and what you do to counteract it, if negative, that makes you an individual.

At times I feel what ever I say someone has said before but just my cover twist of their tune. True lasting invention is filling a unknown needed void. Invariably coming from the phrase “wouldn’t it be nice”. Although it is the person that puts action into that statement is the inventor rather that the idea maker and rightly so. I think I have to write just to get the other thoughts out of mine. I don’t think that is selfish, I think of it as stepping out of the ditch.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Dreams

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In slumber their vibrance
joins yesterday, today and tomorrow.
As awake, plans full of imaginations filled with
romance, wealth, prosperity, happiness
pipe dreams, they are all pipe dreams
only to shatter in the bitter cold.
In there somewhere a drop
without greed, selfishness, falsehoods
based on strength and true substance
changes the flow down the pipe
concentrating one drop at a time
warming the surrounding environment to
becoming comfy, cozy, content.
Soon the long hollow shaft smoothly guides
no longer frozen and jaded
willing to allow a more pure filtered sustenance.
These resulting dreams no longer
rot with bubbles of impossibility
but are refined out of reality
flexible enough to satisfy all.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Hugs

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I have been thinking a lot lately about hugs, all types of hugs. I have always wondered why the best hug is a bear hug when no one would really want to hug a bear for fear they would be killed; the same is a boa constrictor hug you till all your breaths dissipate. I remember when I was a little girl I couldn’t wait for my brothers to come home from wherever they were, they would give me the hugest hugs. Being so small I would normally jump towards them and they would pick me up and wrap me in their arms. My feet never touched the ground I literally felt as though all my troubles were swept away in that one hug, I never felt so loved and protected.

I certainly have had many hugs since, hugs of all sorts but none like those. It is amazing what a hug can do; I think being held with love is more powerful than anything else someone can give you. It gives you strength, courage, support and a general feeling of being wanted, being loved. I think that is why the stereotype of woman prefer to cuddle rather than have sex, an orgasm lasts a short time but a hug lasts so much longer and it can be done in public too. I also think that is why the rumor is that guys tend to not cuddle with women unless they really love them. For me, a person never the norm, a simple hug gives me more self-confidence in any situation than even that famous liquid courage otherwise known as alcohol.

I am not much of a drinker, most people will tell you this. That is not to say I haven’t had my fair share of drinking till completely wasted evenings, I don’t know many who haven’t but over the years my drinking has become more ritualistic. I discovered long ago that drinking was a truth serum for me as well as a way to separate my body from my mind. It is like Gumby is stuck with George Washington’s brain. For that reason I couldn’t conceive of drinking at work, nope the only people I drink with are people I trust. What my drinking looks like these days is one drink watered down over the course of the evening as a way of being socially polite. If I have two drinks, I must trust the people around me but normally stop there. If I have shots or get totally drunk (which hasn’t happened in an extremely long time) then I know that the people with me will not let cars run me over as I cross against the light, true story. If I don’t drink at all I am just being me nothing more, nothing less. It took many times for me to get to this point, I had have many men and “friends” take advantage of me during these evenings of drinking during my life. The ones that didn’t I have more respect for even to this day than some of the people I encounter on a daily basis.

You may think I have digressed from the original topic, I didn’t, I wanted to give you some background as to why a hug could give a girl more courage than anything thing else, including alcohol. When you give someone a hug you are telling that person I like you enough that I will put myself in a vulnerable stance so that you can put your arms around me. For this reason hugs are a demonstration of emotion towards others. You don’t give hugs to just anyone, you give hugs to those you want to show trust and love and want to see the same in return. That doesn’t imply that some hugs are fake, some are and you know when they are, you might as well feel like you are holding a refrigerator, because that is what this type of hug is frigid. The warmth of the hug determines the comfort of the situation and the type of relationship it is, this shouldn’t be news to anyone.

When you feel a real pleasing hug one in which your bodies feel they melded together and form one whether it is friendly, familial, or sensual. It can be and is for me the most empowering thing I have ever encountered. Also helps if the person smells good too even without an added fragrance. It allows to you to feel comfortable enough to give you a sense of security with that person or the people in the situation. You feel protected from judgment and criticism, giving your self-confidence 5 energy boosts with one simple hug. You embody this feeling that you can do anything you always wanted and you didn’t even have to go to Vegas to feel that way. You just feel wanted, you feel loved, which is all anyone wants.

It is interesting I have had many hugs over time and some of the more genuine hugs came from people I didn’t long for or expect. They came from people who really cared even if it wasn’t as obvious. I feel bad that at the time I didn’t give them the hug back they deserved.

I wasn’t quite sure where I was going with this but when I write I express my emotions and when I hug I give those same emotions and so much more. I wanted to give you my faithful readers that give me a strong flawless foundation of support as I write in order for you to read, this is my way of giving you a hug. In that, I give you my truth, my protection, my love, I hope you do the same.

Transition

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Pages of thoughts cover despair to elation,
flowing seamlessly without meaning,
leaving questions unanswered.

Ties released endless pain,
feelings based on deception,
time tormented through acts,
what was to believe,
but faith lost, trust gone.

Gasping for reality among the toxic fumes,
must try another path
but the bike goes nowhere,
sweeping aside drips of saline,
from conjured invisible terror or fake deities,
dreams float in this error.

Blunt movement ceases everything,
disappearing rampant fear of impending doom,
words of hope appear,
from changed perceptions.

Begin filling empty pages with ease,
building pleasant scenarios,
over time revealing truth,
and why’s are no longer worrisome,
relaxed, relieved to be at home.

Listen

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It’s an art, it’s a way, the porthole to another world.
To really listen, you have to wear their shoes,
where they have come from,
their experiences, hopes for the future,
their wants and wishes,
their feelings,
times they are blatant, others not so much,
they reveal their needs, in their own way.

They are not you and you are not them.
Your agenda, your thoughts, your dreams
are not theirs,
unless you are on the same page,
many times not,
in fact you could be reading different books.

You didn’t hear me!
I heard but that was not my path, my way, my thoughts.
A collision of words.
Will you listen to me!
I am listening!
No you are not!

To do what is asked,
to have others feel like you are listening,
you have to wear their shoes,
where they have come from,
their experiences,
their hopes for the future,
their wants and wishes,
their feelings.

That goes beyond listening,
that is compassion,
empathy,
respect,
love.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Science

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parallels abound in biology
stewing formulas in chemistry
while physics defines movement
among the angles of geometry
infinite lines pass
connecting into forms
vectors flow around
streaming in light and sound
shapes of splendor
distorted triangles, squares, circles
become prisms, cubes, spheres evolved
affecting spectrums of waves
forces push, weights pull
counter balance is the key
anything out of line
couldn’t be fine

-Jennie Nawrocki

Tomorrow

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I saw tomorrow
as a better day
forgetting to be grateful
during the moments of today

I strive for a future
that may never be
realizing that without
hope ambition dies

Expectations were my failure
living for wants
not seeing fulfillment
in the tiniest of needs

They call it the big picture
visions of whats to be
missing the imperfections
realities bring each day

Live to accept what may never be
while missing all the despondency
every positive movement
choreographs actions of tomorrow

-Jennie Nawrocki

Wondering

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Sleeping is a dream
thoughts occupy
wondering
    wondering
        wondering
how shall I live
how shall I speak
wondering
    wondering
        wondering
it’s all unconventional
seeming surrealistic at best
wondering
    wondering
        wondering
have I failed
have I stood for
wondering
    wondering
        wondering
what if I am happy
just as I am
wondering
    wondering
        wondering
off to sleep.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Ready?

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“AMBER! You’re gonna be late!” her roommate screams up the stairs.

The bathroom fan muffles the sound of her own voice as she replies “What time is it?”

“It’s 10 pass the hour, you will never make it on time” exasperated.

“I just have to finish putting on my makeup.”  Knowing that was a lie, she said it anyway, it would keep her roommate from asking again, for at least 5 minutes.  She still had to pack her purse and figure out what shoes she was going to wear.

Amber liked her roommate for keeping track of time for she hated watches, thought they were too bulky and the thought of taking her phone into the bathroom while showering would be the same as eating cereal on the toilet, disgusting!  Seriously, you might as well live on the toilet if you are going to do that, shoveling it in one way as it comes out the other, Ugh!  It made her shiver at the thought but it made her shiver even more that she had done it a few times herself.  As she shook her head her hand quivered and the liquid eye liner she was applying became uneven, “Crap!  Now I have start again.”

Amber knew she was never good at this stuff.  It wasn’t that she didn’t like make up, she just never had a steady hand.  She admired the artists and regular women who could draw a smooth line.  Her hand eye coordination was never good anyway.  Amber gave up on using the track pad of her laptop and used the Hello Kitty mouse plugged into her USB drive she was given as a present instead.  Totally not her style but it was the result of when she and her roommate ended up going shopping after several hours of failing to master the track pad.  It seemed to happen very quickly, she remembers being at the store looking at some new computer programs when her roommate walks up to her with bag in hand and said “Let’s go.”  What could she say, she didn’t want to disappoint her, she was compelled to keep it, just like this liquid eye liner that is meant to make your eyes pop.

Looking in the mirror though, she felt she looked more like a raccoon than anything else.  Washing off the eye make up and going back to her old eye liner and her way of putting on makeup, she finished.  She knew she didn’t look like a model but she didn’t think she was the elephant man either.  She quickly put away her things and went into her bedroom.

Picking the right shoes was always a problem, why couldn’t she wear her tennis shoes.  She always like them, even had a couple of the same pair.  As she stares at all the shoes in her closet she hears, “AMBER!”

“I’m coming!” realizing she had to hurry she grabs the boots that are her fall back shoes when wearing dresses.  The boots are extremely comfortable and keep her legs warm, their was always a side of practicality to her choices.  After she packs her purse rushes downstairs, she was ready and wasn’t late.

“I see you decided to go curly.  I really wish you would cut your bangs, I hate them hanging in your face like that.  Here this is what you need to do.”  Standing in the doorway lifeless as her roommate redoes her hair, spits on her thumb to wipe away the make up she just redid.  “Now that is better, look don’t you look better?”

Glancing in the hallway mirror, knowing she was late and it would make her roommate unhappy, she just nods her head hoping she could leave.

As she puts on her coat she hears “You know that other dress would be better, I like that dress, it really makes you look better.”

“I am already late!”  Amber snaps.

“Don’t get all huffy with me.  You are the one that didn’t give yourself enough time. You should really put on that dress!” Her roommate retorts.

Amber knew she wasn’t going no where unless she changed.  Reluctantly she went upstairs put on the other dress and came back down.  Begins putting on her coat, opens the door.  Her roommate says, “Bye have a good time, don’t stay out too late, you never know who you will run into.”

“Bye, see you later.” Amber says solemnly as she walks out the door a completely different person.