Me"
( Notice Me)
I was sent here on a journey that has no end.
I hear you joke of going nowhere fast.
Well, maybe life’s a joke and I’m the fool
That dreams of being first but ends up last.
Life’s a trial—a sentence I can’t escape.
Confusion and desperation tear me down and turn to hate.
There’s so much more to figure out,
But it’s growing way too late.
If I could answer half the questions in my mind,
If I could find the place where I belong,
If words were near as strong and deep as the wall of emotions I climb
Then sorrow wouldn’t be so wrong.
There’s no way to make you understand.
An entire symphony could not play the broken notes in one child’s soul.
That child screams and no one hears her,
Until the tears have dried and now she’s just too old.
I don’t want to hear the philosophies, the opinions,
The remarks, the horrible reasonings.
Words are to pad the mind and fight with the solitude of the heart.
Still, silence chills to the bone and tears the soul apart.
She never means to hurt or harm, only to belong.
To find the truth ‘mid mortal lies, to sing her only song.
But someday this race will end, and if she comes in last,
I pray the first will look deeper than the others, smile, and then pass.
"Copyright 1985
Tag: life inspirational-quotes life-and-living me richelle richelle-goodrich notice-me
Let them hear your voice so rarely that a simply-uttered word creates a hush of expectancy in the room.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: opinions humility gossip talk speaking-out speaking richelle talk-is-cheap richelle-goodrich
To love her was to taste sweet surrender. For had she not entered his life, he would have sought the wonders of both Heaven and Earth. But she surpassed them all and, by her pleasing nature, stayed him.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: love lovers richelle love-story enchanted bewitched richelle-goodrich
It's one thing to give out excellent advice, but quite another to personally swallow it.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: advice opinions encouragement help guidance richelle counsel richelle-goodrich
Frozen yogurt is tastier than ice cream; nobody is too old for cartoons; bald men are sexy; chocolate is the best medicine; BIG books are better; cats secretly rule the planet; and everything should be available in the color pink, including monster trucks.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: books cats chocolate cartoons ice-cream me baldness pink likes richelle richelle-goodrich preferences frozen-yogurt
The road of life is paved with daily successes, a great number of them penny and nickle triumphs. Sadly, these little feats are often seen as worthless―even failures―because we dream of greater gain. Our greed keeps us focused on a gleaming pot of gold waiting at the end of some elusive rainbow. And, despairing a big loss, we fail to see the value in small achievements.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: success disappointment failure improvement accomplishments richelle setbacks richelle-goodrich
Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom—the cold, dark air—that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: rain sadness despair tears depression misery ingratitude richelle discouragement richelle-goodrich
A session of boasting won't attract any real friends. It will set you up on a pedestal, however, making you a clearer target.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: conceit pride gossip boasting bragging richelle haughty richelle-goodrich
For whatever reason, there are people we like and people we don't like. It's hard to say why, and often a difficult opinion to change. Luckily, there's no steadfast rule stating that we must like everyone. But to keep from disliking ourselves, we should develop the good character to treat everyone kindly whether or not we deem them deserving.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: kindness personalities character dislikes likes richelle richelle-goodrich preferences
Abandoned.
The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered without warning or satisfactory cause.
One day the moon is yours, or so you believe. The next, his countenance transforms from Jekyll to Hyde with no intention of ever turning back, and you are left trampled upon in a deserted street, concealed by dirty fog that squelches all illumination or any hope for future rays of light.
It is the worst of mysteries why a beast considered noble would forsake his duty, exhibiting a heart of stone. And all who once looked on him, now turn down their eyes and suffer, beguiled.
Some poisons have no antidote, but are slow, silent, torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold, dark corner. There she is left to drown in her tears—a dying heart.
Abandoned.
Tag: mystery misery richelle abandoned hyde jekyll richelle-goodrich
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