Playing a Mean Fiddle in an Abandoned Building

Everyone needs some sort of an outlet and if, by chance, you do not know what that outlet is, I highly suggest you figure it out. Life, as we all know, can be stressful, and even seem bleak sometimes. But truly, whether it be a basketball, painting, drawing, music, poetry, or even something as simple as video games, we need these outlets to keep our sanity. If you fall down or if you are feeling low, you can always take your emotions and direct it towards something else in a benificial way. Aside from writing in this blog, I will admit to having multiple outlets including music and poetry, and I will also admit that sometimes I neglect my ability to use these outlets which leads to my feelings being directed in a negative way. If you can't find some way to get your emotions out safely, you could end up hurting someone's self esteem, getting someone angry with you, or even breaking someone's heart (Then THEY might need an outlet.. and you better hope it's not their fist destroying your face).

I've noticed that one of the leading causes for pain or arguments among friends, family members, lovers, or whoever else.. is more frequently caused by miscommunication rather than opposition or disagreement. Miscommunication is more likely a direct influence of pent up feelings and even perhaps, a longing to feel like someone cares. Some people feel alone, and even if they are fighting with someone or causing drama, they still feel like bad attention is still attention. Perhaps, if they exerted their emotions in a different way, they would less prone to outbursts and jumping to overanalyzed conclusions.

Someone once told me, "breaking a heart is easy.. mending it is the hard part". This statement to me, couldn't be any more true. People don't necessarily realize the transfer of energy and emotion between people. It's example time, ladies and gentlemen: You've just got home from a really rough week at work. You've been going to sleep at 1:30 every night and waking up at 6:30. Annoying parents letting their children run crazy through your building, obnoxious co-workers.. or maybe even you cut off the tip of your finger trying to cut some onions or tomatoes or what have you. You get home, you take off your shoes, and you collapse into your bed. Finally some peace. Just then, you get a phone call from your friend Susie. "So where have you been? I havn't heard from you in awhile, you seem busy." and, of course, like "anyone" would respond, you say.. or should I say yell "OH WOW, YEAH, BECAUSE I'VE JUST COMPLETELY JUMPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH, RIGHT? WHAT WAS STOPPING YOU FROM CALLING ME?!" Now, let's just stop and evaluate the situation: you're tired, your back hurts, you have a headache, you've lossed the tip of your
thumb trying to make someone a sandwhich.. it's easy to understand that you would be a harboring a little bit of hostility. However, if you perhaps took time out once a day or once every two days just to use that outlet, just to vent. You might have responded with an inclanation to be slightly more personable.

In conclusion, I'm asking for you to at least try to find your outlet.. and if you already know what your outlet is, exploit it for all that it's worth.. unless your outlet is drugs or alcohol.. then that would probably be a bad thing.. okay let me rephrase this: find a HEALTHY outlet... one that can benifit you or others in the long-run and use it as much as you can. The key to getting rid of unwanted stress could be as simple as plugging yourself in.

Tight-Rope Made of Ice
Sarah Randles


Looking like an acrobat, I balance on the ice.
So cold, that I don't mind my scarf cutting off my circulation.
My eyes sting as snowflakes dig into my irises.
My voyage to my destination, the snow covering my feet almost completely.
I break and I fall. The ice piercing sharp into my face.


My center of gravity is skewd and this balancing act is more than a struggle.
I long to taste the lies that lie on your lips. Like a poison, restricting my breath.
I try to look you in the eyes but your depth digs into me as I slip on your surface.
I can not hold myself together any longer. I'm being consumed by this false sense of reality.
I care not to stand any longer. Let me fall, and let the blades of tears rip down my face.