Hoping That Someone Will See Me

inspired by a bus ride
watching some people stare at a man but say nothing
this piece is in the perspective of the man experiencing it

Hoping that someone will see me

Dressed in hot pink

Neon green

Purple and yellow

Hoping that someone will see me

Eyes shift

Heads turn

Eyes roll

Nose turns

Up

As I walk by

No words come from my mouth

Teeth sucked

As I sit down

Zebra print scarf

Hair comb clip from the eighties

Jean jacket

No words

Just looks

Just loud offended faces

Hoping someone will open their eyes instead of closing them

Head shaking

Put on everything in my drawers

Just hoping that someone would see me

Stares

Glares and whispers

Nothing new to me

Clip in hair designed for Barbie

fit so perfectly on me

“Crazy” is my name

Or at least that’s what they call me

Or maybe it’s “eww”

I seem to have forgotten

Maybe it’s “what the hell?”

Who gives a damn

I express myself the only way I know how

Words exchanged

Handed out freely

“Hi how ya doin?”

No one asks me

No smiles

Just dirty looks

Distance as they scoot further away

They think they can treat me any kind of way

Longing to just talk

Just feel again

I walk over next to them

Shocked

Nothing to say, I guess

Nothing new

Just about to speak

But someone looks at them

they feel ashamed.

So, sorry no greeting today

I wish they would learn not to color

Their glasses in with lies and judgement before they open their eyes

I wish they wouldn’t banish me from society before they see

So I proceed along

Best person they’d meet

Happy

Clean

Nice

Friendly

Long story

Yesterday on repeat

Day after day

Looking for someone

Different

Hoping that someone will see me

Copyright© 2013 Narelle Thomas
All rights reserved.

Engaging

On engaging
This is a short writing on a few thoughts that I had on engaging with other people. I just wanted to share them on my blog this month. Get people kinda ready for the ongoings of next month haha
maybe avoid some drama or just to keep in the back of your mind

*When trying to interact with someone…

When you are talking to someone you aren’t interested in talking to..
-try talking about something different that you haven’t really spoken of before
-try talking to them about something they like
-watch their responses to what you do and say and then pace your conversation/ interaction accordingly. Find out what makes them excited. Ask about whatever they express love towards what they respond to strongly, or bring up something new that you’ve never talked about
-Talk about something you like because sometimes people just like to listen, maybe take their focus off of their own lives

To truly engage, you have to learn how to listen actively.
This means no prequalifying, no judging, no assuming

Want to engage yourself in your tasks? For school?
Try listening to something you like while you do your work

Do your work and take planned breaks in between to work on something else
-Another way is to make a goal
For example, if the task is reading, dedicate yourself to reading up to a certain point each time
ex: reading in intervals of ten or so
or if it’s online try reading only what’s on the screen without paying attention to anything else until you finish that page

-Write something related to what you read that you thought was interesting or about a similar situation that connects to your life in the reading
-take notes on your reading

You can learn a lot through actively listening, reading/ engaging

Just wanted to share a couple things. Please share your feedback and/or experiences. Especially if you try some of these things.
I have more detailed writings in my upcoming chapbook so stay tuned!
Peace, Love, Possibility
Narelle~Ankh Khepera

Release the rain- passage from “When Silence Speaks”

Release the rain
release the rain
release it all
cry your tears of relief
everything will be okay
just breathe and escape
just forget all of that negativity
release it all from your mind
leave it behind
forget fear and false judgment
it was never yours to begin with
leave it behind never to be seen again
live that dream
here..
take my hand..
build your strength.. now
. ..let go
I know things may have been rough
but they’re better now… you can be free
you can dance to that liberating drum
you can move
you can be free
you can breathe
there are no clouds in the sky, no lightning, no storms, no earthquakes, the Earth is happy now… she is free too
reclaim your language and your attire.. you’re not trapped
you have your freedom
no more chains
you have no limits
you can yell those words proudly
you can say what’s real… you don’t have to hide anymore
it’s all right
no more discomfort
counteract that negativity and let the positivity grow
like the birds and the trees
you can pick up that natural rhythm
the Earths rhythm
breathe…
take this in… this is not the end
you’re back to the beautiful place that you should be in
in harmony where there’s
unconditional love from the divine…beaming inside of you
waiting to be illuminated throughout your being
fly
fly as high as Heru
you are you.. in the truest most confidently bright you
you can play that mellow but powerful music
bring your dreams to life
make them a reality
you can be all that you’re meant to be …. all that you desire to be… as bright as the sun in the sky
so let it beam.. and cry those tears of freedom and joy
let them grow new and stronger beginnings
let go… and let those tears flow
let them pour
let them go…
—-breathe—-
and let them grow

Thanks for reading
If you liked this I recommend you buy my newly released chapbook “when silence speaks”
Available on my website narelleakc.weebly.com
Right now if you buy anything from my site you can get a free copy
if your purchase is $6 or over (lasts until the 15th)
For more info check out my updates on the website or my previous blog “give a little”
Thank you
Peace love and prosperity
~Narelle

She smiles..

She smiles to remind her less of the pain
She smiles to ease the strain
She smiles because it seems as though her happiness took the first plane flight out of plain sight
shortly after she was born
And the world didn’t treat her right anymore
She smiles because she knows better now than to take the easy way out
It is only a disillusionment
That will wear on the reigns of disappointment
She’d rather work smarter with the truth
Understand that nothing will change until she changes her mind about it
The heart is the only thing that’s constant
What she can trust because it is always the same unless something is out of balance
She knows the rhythm so her loyalty is foreseen
Her imagination is keen
She is inclined to dream because she often needs something to ease the jagged edges of reality
She smiles because her present is only a sequel to the past
Impression but there has not been much digression
It only gets better as she smiles
She smiles and the world seems to smile back in secret
She smiles because she gives thanks to all those who have paved the way for her and continue to look out for her from day to day
Even if life seems to smile at someone else she understands that it does not mean it is frowning at her
She smiles in return
She smiles because she knows that even if right now she doesn’t understand why one day soon she will
So she smiles
She smiles
As it becomes real

Copyright© 2012 Narelle Thomas
All rights reserved.

transitions

For: Mrs.Mason
An extended family member who was like another grandmother to me

I wonder what it feels like when you feel the life force leaving you but you are all alone
No words to explain the feeling
No time to share the experience with anyone
No one around
How does that feel
Taken by surprise
Being chosen to join the pool of light
Eternal life
Called upon
To leave your family and close friends behind
Because it’s your time to become one with the light and not just reflect it
To be chosen
In that moment where you feel one piece die so that another can live
The feeling where you leave your temporary behind
Where you sacrifice one to become all
Where you become so large that the smallness dissolves
And you make transition from one state to the next
Not knowing what to expect but fully aware
Wishing you could tell your loved ones not to be scared because you have no fear
No longer feeling the burdens of the physical
Beginning to identify with something more real
Becoming all that you encompassed within all along
Losing all of your weakness to once again become strong

Copyright© 2012 Narelle Thomas
All rights reserved.

To the Disrespectful “Artists”

I am an avid arts event goer. Whether I am performing or not I always enjoy the experience and environment of a good artistic space. There is however, always that one person in the audience that throws off the whole vibe. When things like this happen where an artist is disrespected I try to focus even more on the artist performing or creating work. Any artist knows how it feels being onstage. It is often a very liberating experience. It can be very nerve racking for others. One thing that I cant stand is when “artists” disrespect other artists while they are performing/sharing presenting their work.  That’s what I have no patience for. How do you call yourself an artist, and you can’t respect other artist?!? You don’t have to agree with what they have to offer but don’t be rude to them or disrespectful.  When you do that your audience will most likely lose respect for you. If you are feeling out of place, disrespected, insecure or nervous, don’t disrespect the person that is on stage. Take that up to them after the show in a decent way or just step out. I’m sure that is a lot more appreciated by everyone, especially the one on stage.. Respect yourself enough to respect others.You know good and full well you wouldn’t like to be disrespected while sharing your work.
I know I’ve had a few people laugh or respond crazy when I’m onstage, and it’s alright, but the key is not letting it get to you and hoping that a piece of your message will soon reach them too. Know that you are there to do what you do and not give others an ego boost by focusing on them. If you focus on them or call them out the audience will get caught up too. The best thing to do is maintain focus on why you are on stage to begin with and to give all of that to the audience. The ones who behave the way that they do may even gain from it, they may also respect you more for not feeding into their immaturity/insecurity. We all have different tastes styles and opinions so in the name of the arts being a medium of self expression don’t discourage another’s self expression. Art is one of the purest things on earth. The art people create is like a child to them, it’s their baby sometimes. Respect the things in life that are still substantial, honest and pure. There is not too much of that left within view or celebrated as valuable. Be grateful for the artist that is willing to share much of themselves in sincerity. For some it’s all they have. And that’s a beautiful thing.
Until you are able to be repectful of an artist please don’t go around claiming to be one..you’re giving others a bad example and misrepresenting many. You are representing yourself as a person before anything..what kind of person do you want to be seen as?

Copyright, 2012 Narelle Thomas, All rights reserved. May not be duplicated in any form without express written permission by the author.

Liberation

I  am  a  butterfly  in  a  jar  waiting  to  be  freed

self  expression  is  key  to  my  being
lending  a  helping  hand  and  a  listening  ear  are  of  my  expertise
I  search  for  light  in  the  darkest  places  and  truths  within  this  heap  of  lies
I  walk  the  tightrope  of  life  guided  by  honesty,  hope,  love  and  aspiration
my  heart  shows  me  what  my  eyes  can’t
thinking  freely  with  creativity  is important  to  me
but  school  and  other  places  try  and  narrow  my  way  of  thinking  limiting  it  to  inside  of  the  box
 instead  of  where  it  wants  to  be
self  expression  is  strong  and  naturally  ocurring
and  allows  me  to  escape  the  jar  and  once  again  become   f  r  e  e 
 Copyright, 2009 Narelle Thomas, All rights reserved.  May not be duplicated in any form without express written permission by the author

The Unmasking of a Natural Beauty

Why do you laugh when I’m myself not that funny kind of laugh but… the hurtful one

why do I go home feeling hurt every day until pain overcomes my whole body and tears through my brain

putting your words on display

repeating and building ..

stronger

 each and every time

again and again

until I almost believe your lies

 why do I have to wear an elaborate disguise to hide myself

and mask my words with things that you’d like to hear

trying not to show my fear of being hurt and put down another day

I go to school

and ask what will it be today?

my kinky hair or my old hat to cover it?

will it be my big lips or the way that I suck them in to try to make them look like that supermodels on tv?

is it the shoes that i didn’t buy yesterday or the day before that makes you call me poor

is it that i don’t pronounce my words as clearly as you do

or how my family doesn’t have enough money to just supply me with whatever stuff i wish for?

 so i go home and ask my mom a different question every day

“why can’t i have a relaxer or a flat iron at least?”

“why is my nose wide and my lips big with cheek bones that reach for the sky?”

why can’t I at least have one more pair of shoes or show jewelery like the other kids

so one day she sat me down and i thought oh no i’ve already said too much  she knows everything i’m thinking and then she told me that that’s what makes me different…

that i’m the way that I’m supposed to be

a natural beauty

I don’t need to wear a mask to fit in and be like everyone else

 I can be myself

 me

I don’t need to wear a hat to cover my hair

my kinks and curls are beautiful and my features are lively

 I don’t need a relaxer to straighten my personality

she told me that I should never have shame for being myself and should use my words

 to make them think…

show them how to love themselves too

and how we can all help each other

and learn to love each other so much that we can push our differences aside

and embrace them 

sew our similarities together

 and just be us

the many that form one
 Copyright, 2011 Narelle Thomas, All rights reserved.  May not be duplicated in any form without express written permission by the author.

Soaring Upwards

Soaring Upwards-

Sometimes I sit and wonder what it feels like to be a bird…to be free
to fly in the sky…and soar..up
so high..above everything
making it seem so small
with great distance..higher and higher
confident…not worried about falling
birds are like us
but they sing to each other
they have nests
they even build from their environments
communities…
they sing out loud for everyone to hear
they speak their languages
the many pitches tones and caws
and each are understood commonly
they don’t need TV to show them reality
with no flaw…they are free
to fly must mean to have no limits..no boundaries..no animosity…
being true and in tune with the things around you
and if people are so much like birds ..what happened?
where did we go wrong?
some say that they like to be firmly planted to the ground but I ask… why?…. we aren’t trees
but even trees look to their roots for guidance
they fly together
they aren’t confined…with trapped minds…
we like having our minds in the clouds…afraid to come down
we seem to be so tied back and down by the temporary chains of earth
if only we could see through the eyes of the birds
they can fly through the trees …past the clouds
and never look down, for the fall
but instead looking up towards the sun
why can’t we fly?…I wonder
sometimes as i sit and watch the birds and become inspired
as I continue to look…I dream
I see us and them too
flying with wings of infinity
higher past the limits and further than the skies

Copyright, 2011 Narelle Thomas, All rights reserved. May not be duplicated in any form without express written permission by the author