tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89912388388918014962011-10-02T14:30:12.596-04:00A collection of my short stories, poems and photographs.Vanessa Blatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03048693078893070077noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991238838891801496.post-66201207128266961362011-07-26T16:22:00.002-04:002011-07-26T16:51:15.297-04:00

You can take anything away from anyone- their wealth, their health, their sanity -But you can't take away their pleasure in the little things, like the smell of a flowerthe rippling of a river or being touched by another being who truly cares. Most importantly, the little things are the best parts of being alive.

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Do things differently and you just might get different results!

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If you give others enough of it, they´ll come to their senses. If you give yourself enough of it, you´ll come to your senses too. In the meantime, the show must go on.

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If not for love then what for?

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Courage is to ask yourself the difficult questions, accept the answers and make changes.

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No one is better at something than someone else; they simply have less fears.

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Rationalizing a behavior means to explain it.Rationalizing does not help control the behavior; it merely creates an excuse to indulge in the behavior or leads to a guilty association that makes the behavior perversely attractive. Supressing a behavior means to put a lid on it.Supressing does not help control behavior; it merely causes the behavior to boil inside a person until it boils over the

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"Reach, reach," he said."My hand is out to you,but you have to reach it."So he stretched,and barely sleptall his life longbut the hand remainedalways just out of reachand he did not noticethe simple beauty of life,that which he was ignoring.Others were watchingand feeling disappointedand the hand, the hand,was moving only fromplate to mouth.

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Just as A chain is only as strong as its weakest link,a person is only as strong astheir greatest weakness. Still,that linkcan work for a long timeAnd that weakness can take a very long timeto become a person´s downfall.

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Thoughts are meek,sometimes even weak.Talk is cheap, but action:that´s got traction!

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Overfed and overworked;Underfed and overworked; Overfed and underworked;Underfed and underworked. Which state are you in? Which state are you promoting for others?

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Some people cross our path maybe once -they may touch us with a smile or an offense,becoming unforgettable,or barely leaving a mark.Others live on the same road as us -waving hello and goodbye as we walk past,they are beacons of safety in our lives.Others we find walking along the path with us;they become our companions and, beyond that,friends - a force both reassuring and inspiring.Some walk

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We bring outside what lies within usour fears, our convictions, our taste. If we don't bring it out, it destroys us.We're all human after all. We do what we have to do. People love us because of who we are, not despite it.

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When we meet someone we are attracted to the way that personcomplements us, fills in our gaps and inspires us to be better.Once we settle into the relationship, we immediately go about the Pygmalion project, trying to change the other, make them like us.After all, if that's the way we chose to be, isn't it the better way?The sad thing is, we never see the damage we're causing, the unwanted

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"The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man." - George Bernard Shaw

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Conflict lies in people's heads, not in objective reality. People tend to assume that whatever they fear, the other side intends to do. Blaming someone for a conflict locks both parties into a position.Being locked into a position leaves no room for legitimate discussion.People locked into a position can only attack the other's position.Under attack, people become defensive, cease to listen and

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How far is it worth goingfor the sake of others?Not far at all, would probablybe the reply from the West.All the way, would probablybe the reply from the East.Just like, the world is splitinto school massacres andbombings in foreign lands. 

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Freedom can be equated to poverty:you have nothing left to lose.Commitment can be equated to wealth:you have everything to lose.

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To be acceptedpeople go to any lengththey might bare their breasts or elsedrink until they fade  othersjust make jokessome manipulate the truthor elsehide behind a mask.

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Independence is an amazing thing it is empowering, dizzingly so,its like drinking margaritas on a sunny deck.It takes us far on its wings, to placeswe never imagined we'd go if we ever botheredtaking off our PJs and leaving the comfort zone. With independence we drive our own Ferrarino one tells us where to go or how fast to drivebut, then again, no one tells us anything at all.Indeed, I'd say,

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We can only see through our own eyesuntil someone makes itso that their view becomes part of another'sand that way the world unites and diversity becomes a complexhomogeneity or elsea place without fearand without unknowns. 

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People can only seewith their own eyesand, though the colorcan hardly matter,brown eyes see thingsdifferently from bluebecause brown eyesare treated differentlyand, though each colorgets its own treatment,each set of eyes gets yet another treatmentfrom those around themso that each of us endup coloring the world using our own uniqueshade of vision and the result is this incredibleand inspiring

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I love being places whereI can walk far on my own.It's better even if those placesare lined with trees and dirt pathsthat every once in a while come to a forkor offer a pebble to throw or a bench to sit.I don't even mind if my feet get dirtyand my back gets sweaty and I stumbleonce or twice on a stray piece of rockif I get to glimpse one animal or flower.And if I get rewarded with the upside

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I've been wondering lately how a business can best draw attentionand spur it's own growth andthe answer I've come up withcomes from the human experience:having parents who nurture usuntil we can fend for ourselvesand realize all we can dois be our best, stick to our guts,be genuinely interested in otherswork hard and work consistentlywithout over-stretching our limits.Take care of ourselves and

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To know your prioritiesmakes life so much easier.It serves as a compasspointing you Northand letting you know when you're facing South,so you know who to beand how to be to get there. The trouble beginswhen life gets in the wayand we lose our compassand are left stranded,looking every which way,like a boat adrift in the sea. Then, what always helps meis to grab a pen (or a laptop)and write a poem

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To know you are lovedmakes you responsible.To know you are trustedmakes you grow wiser.To know you are respectedmakes you act worthy. To know your limitsmakes you feel safe.To know not any fearmakes you able to fly. 

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I treat my body a different waydepending on the daysometimes I treat it like a receptacle there to absorb the excesses of my mindand the abuses of society.Sometimes I treat it like a vehicle, there to take me someplace else.Sometimes it takes controland treats me like a prisonertrapped in its confines.Other days it is my friendand we have a great time together.More often  though, it is my enemy, 

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Unresolved feelingsare like bad loansPassing on the heartacheby ignoring it and moving on is not much better thanpassing on a bad loanas an attractive derivative:they both come back and bite you in the ass. 

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If anyone ever askedthis is the advice I've give:Stay true to yourselfbe in touch with your feelingsignore what's purely rationalbecause feelings have a wayof getting in the way.I'd also say:be persistent but don't be pushy,be assertive but don't be aggressive.Just don't hold it in, don't let itbuild into a furious red rage.Try to be as honest as you can.This is what else I'd say:Don't make

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I was on a roller coaster today, even though I don’t like them, I had convinced myself again that it was silly not to like a toy. It took me up slowly, steadily chugging along, while I happily spied the top of people’s heads as they moved about, consumed by their lives.  “This isn’t so bad,” I thought to myself. It was a beautiful view once I got to the top I felt like I owned the world from up

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I try so hardsometimes I get sick of itand just want to rebelAnd it makes me so mad when I don’t get it rightor when I get screwed overthen I get sadso I try harder, put more heart into itand even then I get less out of itso then I just want to give upnestle into myself and say screw thisI’m moving on, I’m better than thatthen I wonder if I really amand what makes me think thatThose are the

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When I was a little girlI thought all moments were created equally,that it was impossiblethat time and spacecould conspire to lendone momentmore significancethan another.Now I know better,I know some momentscount a whole lot more.That some momentswill find my heartbeating erraticallyand other moments will find me dozing,unaware of the world.And that it won't always be my own choicewhich moment

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Trust A double-edged sword, it is the feeling of safety derived by the absence of lies. With it comes kindness, admiration, loyalty, confidence for action. Without it there is hatred, suspicion, cruelty, crippling fear.      ******** Domesticity A benign word for  the emotional hotbed that is a household.      ******** Rationality The golden calf that society worships and which strips

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Hanging by the fire sweet alcohol in a glass constantly close at hand. Good feelings, positive vibes, floating around the room. Flames from the fire reflecting in blue eyes, brown eyes, hazel eyes, warm, warm hearts burning backsides, sweaty feet content expressions thoughtful conversations. Outside the deadness of winter brought alive with awe through admiring eyes, mouths open and soaring

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Dizzy, she felt dizzy and feverish with excitement. He felt more turned on than he had ever felt. They’d been catching each other’s eyes at the place they both usually ate lunch, a regular New York power lunch place which specialized in salad and lean protein and where most people wore blacks suits, men with red ties to match and women with diamond engagement rings and sleek hair. She knew what

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I’ve seen a lot with these eyes of mine. People think I’m too stupid to notice anything but, I do, I notice it all. Take yesterday, for example. What a day. It started off with a semi-homeless guy who I know. He usually spends the night with me but last night he got exceptionally drunk and only made it by the first hours of dawn. I couldn’t be sure where he got the booze, but I think it was that

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It’s almost the end of the day and so far I’ve managed to eat only 500 calories between the All Bran I’d had for breakfast and the small soup and apple I’d had for lunch. They think I don’t know it, but my colleagues at work have been watching every scrap of food I put in my mouth. They say they’re concerned, but they don’t realize they shouldn’t be, I’m happy being thin. There’s nothing wrong

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It’s a well known fact that bodies cannot lie. We can lie with words but we cannot force  a convincing smile and we cannot hide eyes filled with passion. We can say we’re doing great but humped shoulders and tightly gripped fists will always reveal our state of mind. And when our bodies say no when they deny what our minds tell them to do then we should listen our bodies might be trying to

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I’m so mad, so fucking mad at you,  I feel that there must be steam coming out of my ears.  I want to make you understand. When I left you standing there, my eyes dusty, yours like slick panes of glass over which a rain and thunder storm is raging, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You meant everything to me for a long time. I was just determined that this was the end, that it was for the

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  I remember watching her from the porch of my lake house in Maine. Marianne had looked beautiful sitting on my deck. The day had been hot and humid and I had spent most of it out on the boat sailing, the slight wind keeping me from dying of heat. Even now, at the end of the day, drips of sweat were collecting on my forehead. I was trying to cool off before I went inside to shower and get ready

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A beautiful Oriental rug it was My balance on top it kept All the designs met up articulately A geometric pattern presented perfection   Cherry, alabaster and moss intertwined A regular routine – hard, taxing work Little time for dreams, instead tiny pink pills Glamorous events and beautiful leather And silk and pearls and red, manicured nails  Champagne in flutes, paintings on the walls One

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Winner  Rhymes with dinner A sport for the sinner Wouldn’t you agree? Then why not make it three? Ok, that’s wasn’t the best rhyme But, rhyme, reason or season, When is a better time? Time for what? Why, for being silly! Why not? I’d rather be Fun Billy Than boring Sally May Anyday! 

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To be outside frolicking in the outdoors, to be dancing in the indoor, high on being alive, pulsating with the rhythms. Eating crusty bread with wine, chocolate and almonds, drinking cups of milky, sugary tea.  Sleeping, cozy and warm, under a multicolored blanket,  a vase with white flowers, a kiss on the forehead. To smell amazing, to smile lazily, to fill my chest with air and exhale with

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Under the brazen surface of disgrace, beneath the scum that we are lies the mercury that heats us from the inside, propelling us forward, tumbling, stumbling for survival. Covering the tracks with fake beauty, Underneath we are beasts of instinct. We don’t even know, half the time, why we do what we do. But, We do.

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We have a swing set in our backyard. I remember swinging on it as a little girl, my long blonde hair flapping in rhythm with my legs pumping the ground, trying to go higher and higher. I was never scared of going too high, of possibly flying right off the swing. As I got older, I actually started to wish that I would fly off the swing. I wanted to fly right over our backyard, across our small

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There were about six or eight different keys dangling from the silver key ring. Carol had not mentioned which one opened which door. It took Amanda about two minutes and five frustrated tries before the lock finally released and the door opened. She could hear Carol’s dog, Berkeley, barking as he waited for her to come in. As soon as she was in the house Berkeley started sniffing her. Amanda

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