James M Vines

James M Vines Jul 2018

Why poets should not have razors or children

Brooding over sorrow and lost love, a poet sits in a chair in a half lit room. A typewriter on a dusty desk, the writers block makes the writer wile away the hours. Going to wash up, a razor glistens in it's holder. What is the point, why not cut my wrist. All the while contemplating what it actually means. A former lover calls to let the poet know that a child exist from their consummation, the brooding soul says what do you want from me. If the poet were to try to raise the child, then it too would sit quietly and brood. Until one day perhaps it became a philosopher. Who would them berate poets, who sit around staring at blank pages while eyeing a razor blade. So it is perhaps better that a poet should not have offspring or shave that often, to prevent ending what could be an amazing life on both counts, if not for the depression and idle brooding that poets seem to enjoy so much and would likely pass on if they did not die at their own hand.

James M Vines Jul 2018

The Philosophy of Me

To know myself is really hard. To determine what my point of view is difficult with others getting in my way. There are no bad hair days, just bad hair. Who said wash rinse and repeat anyway? Why must I look like everybody else, why can't I just look like myself. Why do I see a gym commercial right after the Burger king add for a whopper. I look with in and all I find is a mirror. I look without and all I see are fun house mirrors. So what if I do not want to go to college, can't I make a living fixing cars? It is all very complicated and I am not sure I will ever figure myself out. I just know that I cannot stop or I will not get started again. Will someone please help me unravel the mystery that is me?

James M Vines Jul 2018

you are my addiction

Feeling euphoria then falling like a rain drop, going back and forth unable to stop. Wanting to feel warmth like basking in the summer sun. Conflicted inside, feeling as if you are turned inside out. Love is a drug that I cannot do without. You are my addiction, I suffer withdrawal when you leave me. There is no substitute for the way I become intoxicated when I am with you.

James M Vines Jul 2018

Can we be like him?

I see so many who take up the stage and sparkle like so many stars. Yet he did not want to be above others, he would be happy washing their feet. I see those who give gold and silver as they pass on. He had little but gave all of himself to those who had no hope. Each and every day we have the chance to walk in his footsteps. We have the chance to do little things with no hope of reward. Such small acts of kindness were part of who Jesus was, can we be like him?

Though Christ could command large crowds, he did not seek crowns or glory, but to do the father's will. Humility was one of his hallmarks. Can we truly be like him?

James M Vines Jul 2018

We are one soul

You are the better half of me. You complete the puzzle that is my life. Spring and Summer are what make you full of warmth and laughter. Fall and Winter are what fill me with amazement and wonder and together we are complete. One cannot exist without the other, we are joined by a bond that transcends mortality. When I am departed from you even for a little while, I know that I am not whole. We are interwoven into each other at a spiritual level. I am convinced that we are two halves of one unique thing, we are one soul.

Jul 2018

Cjf

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Depression isn't always hidden cuts underneath sweaters. It's not always sad music & rainy days. It's sometimes the girl who's always smiling with the sad eyes. It's your friend who always has a joke for you. It's the thin line between insanity and being too sane. The ***** of your mouth that doesn't curve all the way into a smile when your thoughts become to heavy for even the hundred of muscles in your mouth to upturn. It's driving a car at 130 miles per hour and wondering how it felt to hug a tree, a numb pain that you can't feel, buts it's everything you feel. It's alcohol going down, down, down until your feelings are higher. It's medication, it comes and goes, always lingering like your allergies on the first day of spring
It's dedicated to you, seeping into your bones like the poison you take up your nose to drown out the inner demons
It's toxins slowly spreading and dissolving your strength and making you wish you weren't you
Depression isn't always black and white.
It's the brightest of teeth that flash the friendliest smiles; sunshine and birds. Because depression doesn't discriminate appearances, she doesn't care who she overcomes and overthrows. Her victims are her best friends and she's patient and she'll wait until your very worst day to come throw her arm over your shoulders and pretend she's there for you, feeding herself with the way your feeding into her shadows.
Depression is everywhere

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James M Vines Jun 2018

Living Oustide the Lines

I do not like to explain my clothing, I like it to be extraordinary. Shocking and bold suits me just fine. I must confess that I like to be noticed. My comfort zone is what ever I feel that day. I try not to stay in a little box, I want to be an expression of who I think I am, not who you think I should be. I will not be defined by social norms, I will live my life open and free. So you may think I am radical, well aren't we all at times. Just do no harm to another and you will be just fine. Wanting to be different, should not be a crime, at least I think it isn't. If it is then I should get that law changed, it just isn't right you see. So I will color with my own Crayons, I have 64 in my box. The colors are so diverse, there can be no accusations of non-inclusion. So I will go out and enjoy the sun or wear vibrant colors as I dance in the rain. I will fill my life with rainbows and unicorns no matter how ridiculous it seems to others. Embracing what the day brings and killing negative thoughts with a warm smile, I will be the ray of sunshine in a room full of dark clouds, I will always live outside of the lines others have painted for me.