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Antoine Murphy Posted 15 hours, 15 minutes ago.   Favorite
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dorothymarie Posted 4 days, 7 hours ago.   Favorite
Hello Doug!

I do dream on occasion. My most recent was really weird in fact. My childhood best friend was in it. She passed away several years ago in a car accident. Perhaps it was her way of visiting me? It does seem like whenever I do dream, usually someone that has already passed is part of it. I even have nightmares on occasion. I don’t like to remember those! Thankfully I don’t have too many of those. I think it’s good you can dream and step out of your reality. Solitary confinement has to be awful. I watch a lot of prison shows. Can’t be sure how true to life they are as I’ve never been in prison. I do have friends in prison though. I’ve heard that over 15 days is considered torture...maybe not here in America though. They say it’s supposed to help, however so much time usually causes a lot of anxiety...would you agree?

My name is Dorothy and I’m from MI.

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NicolynMarie Posted 5 days, 23 hours ago.   Favorite
Thanks for writing! I finished the transcription for your post. I enjoy reading what you're writing.

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Julia Posted 5 days, 23 hours ago.   Favorite
Dear Antoine,
today, 9/12, my letter of 8/1 to you came back to me. I will send it again.
Hope you are in good spirits,
Julia

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@WriteOrDie2020 Posted 1 week ago.   Favorite
If you could hang a poster of something or someone what would that be? Real question.
Or more than 1 thing or 1 person.

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If you could hang a poster of something or someone what would that me? Real question.

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FatherJohn Posted 1 week ago.   Favorite
P.S. Kenrick Lamar writes,

Love, let's talk about love
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
Or do the feeling haunt you?
I know the feeling haunt you

This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer

Tell me what you gon' do to me
Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me
You can bring a bullet, bring a sword
Bring a morgue, but you can't bring the truth to me
Fuck you and all your expectations
I don't even want your congratulations
I recognize your false confidence and calculated promises all in your conversation
I hate people that feel entitled
Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you
Oh, you important?
You the moral to the story, you endorsing?
Motherfucker, I don't even like you
Corrupt a man's heart with a gift
That's how you find out who you dealin' with
A small percentage, who I'm building with
I want the credit if I'm losing or I'm winning
On my momma that's the realest shit

Girl, let's talk about love
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
Or do the feeling haunt you?
I know the feeling haunt you
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer

Skin covered in ego
Get to talkin', I get involved, like a rebound
No control, no off switch in the way that you bringing me down
It's a turn on, get it away from me
Know you mean wrong, keep away from me
And it's all wrong, get it away from me, yeah
I just cry for no reason, I just pray for no reason
I just thank for the life, for the day, for the hours and another life breathin'
I did it all 'cause it feel good
You could live it all if you feel bad
Better live your life
We are running out of time

Douglas, you have no time for crows, use your pen and paper as a two-edged sword to send them flapping off into the black of nothingness; some might call nothingness eternal separation from the unapproachable light.

We are running out of time.

I remain, John Pfister
September 10, 2019

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FatherJohn Posted 1 week ago.   Favorite
Dear Douglas, Your poem is beautiful but steps close to despair.

Qoheleth said,

For everything there is a season
and a time for every activity under heaven:
a time to give birth and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build up;
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance;
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek and a time to lose,
a time to keep and a time to discard;
a time to tear apart and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Pink Floyd wrote,

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.


Douglas, send the crows away. Welcome them back another day.
See yourself in the light of love. Whistle the call of a cooing dove.
Make your time, your time for you. Spread your gift like the morning dew.

I remain, John Pfister
September 10, 2019

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Cavak Posted 1 week ago.   Favorite
Thanks for writing! I finished the transcription for your post.

A significant struggle that I overcame in the past was finding my identity after my first breakup. Even though I thought at the time that I wanted to marry this person and that they are truly wonderful at heart, we couldn't communicate on the same level and we drifted apart. I got dumped soon after a one-sided "conversation".

I went through many days and nights just hurting and crying after the breakup. The self-blaming, the "if only" wistfulness that followed. What could have, I should haves, the emotional bargaining. Full non-stop grieving. It was tough.

Many months and sessions of self-care later, I gained the hindsight of knowing that the relationship had to end. It was bad for BOTH of us. Relationships can only work if both parties are willing to keep it, which sadly was not the case.

And yes, I did contribute to its failure. But being down on myself like it's ALL my fault wasn't the whole truth of the matter either. Really, accepting my accountability for what it truly was (and not the exaggerated narrative I conjured) did wonders.

What nudged me towards acceptance is knowing that loss was not unique to me either. There's a whole world out there that goes through the same thing every day too. Taking a step back after the grieving helped me towards self-respect and then true forgiveness.

Failure in this relationship helped me realize what values and boundaries I will honor, including the things that are above my own personal and emotional needs. And I now know I was fortunate to have experienced the love that was there rather than not at all.

My life wasn't ruined by the breakup, it got better. Because I was able to find empathy and learn a compassion that I didn't have before. Treasured lessons that I continue to cherish to this day.

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