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Tears We Never Shed

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Tears We Never Shed




Some tears we cry but never shed

We just bury them as deep as we can instead


Until the day the flood gates open

And we pour out all the grief that was never spoken


Grief for all that we’ve seen

For all the hurt

For all of what could’ve been

Pushed down and repressed in our crying heart

Till it over flows and finally bursts apart


On that day we spell it out

Give voice to the woe

Put it where it deserves to be

Where it needs to go


Sometimes it’s the deepest hurts

The ones we can’t do anything about

That we refuse to look at

We refuse to feel

To cry

To shout


But as we say the words and cry the tears

As we feel the pain

We shed our fears


With nothing more to hold inside

We can finally breathe

We feel a new wind on our face

Give sorrow a reprieve


Like a candle glowing in the dark

Like the day that follows night

We will find the way again

We will find the light


Then we can look back

In memory and not in pain

Look back with wisdom at times that will never come again


The hurt dissipates once all the tears are gone

And rainbow skies appear

So bright

So clear


And your heart moves on








Awake! March 2014 “Your Mysterious Tears”






The Cats of Montmartre


Cats of Monmartre Collage


The Cats of Montmartre



Meow Meow

The Cats of Montmartre

Are on the Prowl



Hissing and spitting

Claws are bared

Arrogantly stalking

Beware Beware

What’s yours is theirs

They have decided

Silently they pounce

So fast you just can’t fight it

Purring and preening

They display their prey

Bloodied and bleeding

As they prance away



Later they sit daintily

Licking their claws

Sheathing those weapons

In silky paws

It’s the spotlight they want

The attention they crave

So they must attack

Whatever stands in their way

Though seeming to sleep

They are ever alert

For any intrusion

On territory and turf



Cats are selfish

Everything is all about them

What they want, they get

It’s not if, it’s when

They don’t change

Don’t lose their claws

They shine and sharpen

They keep them warm

So if there’s a tasty dish

Or warm spot in the sun

You better take care

You better run



Meow Meow

The cats of Montmartre

Are on the Prowl




By Rach




“Cats only pretend to be domesticated

If they think there’s a bowl of milk in it for them.”

– Robin Williams



“ Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel.

True, and they have many other fine qualities as well”

– Missy Dizick



“I named my kitten Rose

– fur soft as a petal,

claws sharper than thorns.”

– Astrid Alauda



“The trouble with a kitten is that

Eventually it becomes a cat.”

– Ogden Nash



“The man who carries a cat by the tail learns something that can be learned in no other way”.

– Mark Twain





A Survivors Tale



It was the silence quote



A Survivors Tale





Sometimes I think I’m over it

I am sure I’m in repair

But then something stirs and shows me

The old wounds still fester

The old wounds are all still there



Memories slink in hidden corners

Ghost ships rising from silty graves

Nightmares resurrected

And it’s me they come to torture

It’s me they still enslave



You have no right! I scream

You have no right! I rage

You took your pound of flesh

Before I put flame to your sails

Before I broke free from your deep, dark cage



I fight you – still you come

I hate you – still you stay

Time after time I slay you

Why won’t you be done?

Why won’t you die where you lay?



I have my armor

I have my shield

Love is mine, mine forever

I know who I am

I know what is and isn’t real



But still you rise

Still you cut me

You pursue me like hound and hare

You take my truth and give me lies

You take my fear and gut me



I do not deserve this

I do not deserve to bleed

I was their scapegoat

They left me alone, they tied me up

They let the vultures feed



Charm and fire and whispers

Agendas and politics and pretence

Feathers caught in a whirlwind

Blown to kingdom come

Scattered to where there can be no defense



Faces of flint and backs of stone

Turned as one, turned to go

Bargains struck, deals made

Pouring oil on my burning pain

Fanning the flames of my woe



Where the balm and binding?

Where the healing hand?

Where the staff and crook?

Where the voice of reason?

Where the firm place to stand?





Nowhere the comfort and brace

Nowhere the wisdom

Nowhere the faith

Nowhere the all embracing grace





Those memories are the knives that cut

The stinging truths that make me sick

That is where the nightmares linger

Those cuts were deep

Those cuts still drip



So the Ghosts are going to win a while

Sunken ships shall rise and sail

And slinking memories will find me

Where the wounds still weep

Where I hide and shake and quail



This is my stake

This is the hammer and the nail

This is their creation

This is my story

This is what lies behind the veil


This is a survivor’s tale










“Every time I close the door on reality it comes in through the windows.” 

Jennifer Yane



“An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation,

nor does truth become error because nobody sees it”

Mahatma Gandhi



“’Now I know what a ghost is,’ he thought. ‘Unfinished business, that’s what.’ “

Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses



“Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil, like bales unopened to the sun.”
– Edward Young, Night Thoughts



“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?”

– Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes



Reality bites… and doesn’t let go.” – Anon


“There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.”

– Alexander Smith




“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”

– Stephen King




too tight shoes







Last Chorus Last Song


Tears and Memory



Last Chorus Last Song




I don’t know what I feel

I don’t know why I cry

I don’t know what these tears are for

When we already said goodbye




I don’t know what to think

I don’t know what to say

I didn’t see it coming

When we already went our own way




Is it the end of an era

Is it the beginning of the past

Is it the questions left unanswered

That make me feel this at last




Is it the memories that linger

Is it the feeling still there

Is it the smile in my heart

That finally lays it all bare




The heart is a funny thing

The heart fools and lies

The heart finds a way back

Even after all the goodbyes




The heart may still be weeping

The heart may still miss that face

The heart might still be wounded

Even when you’re in a truly happy place




So this is the final goodbye

So this is the final so long

So these are the last notes

The last chorus of the last song




A smile lingers as fall those last tears

A last chord plays and fades softly away

And a wish, a hope, goes out to the universe

It’s a brand new song, a brand new day









“Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones”

– Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966



“True love stories never have endings”.

– Richard Bach



“The music may have stopped

but my heart beats to another tune,

this rhythm called love”

– A.C. Van Cherub






Out That Door

Out that door - poem



Out That Door






When you walked away

When you walked out that door

I thought my life was over

Thought I’d sorrow forever more

I would sit alone and cry

My heart in pieces in my hand

Too tired to fight

Too broken to stand



I gave it all

Gave my life, my soul, my heart

Gave you everything

All I had, right from the start

I would have given my life

If it meant saving yours

You were the reason

You were the cause



I lived for your smile

Lived for your laugh and love

I thought we were forever

Thought we would rise above

But I was wrong

You never loved me

I was blinded

A fool who just couldn’t see



Love isn’t love

When it intentionally causes pain

Love doesn’t think only of self

Only about what it can gain

Love keeps on trying

Love gives more than it takes

Love tries to make better

The other persons heart aches



But that wasn’t you

It was always only me

And it took a heart stabbed over and over

Before I could see

You gave me away

In the blink of an eye

Left me alone

Left love to fade away and die



You didn’t care

You didn’t think of my pain

You left me there

Left me in the cold dark rain

I was a shadow

A nothingness in your mind

A muted voice

When it came to me – you were blind



But life is never over

For a heart that is true

There is always a tomorrow

Always a new and more beautiful view

I find now I’m wiser

And I’m braver

And when I look back at you

I see now – you did me a favor



When you went your way

With selfish abandon

You opened to me to a future

I had never planned on

Freed of your shackles

I wandered confused and blind

Until I stumbled heedlessly into love

The forever after kind



The sweetest snare

The most comfortable place

I could finally see a future

Written in every line of that face

I could see with a new clarity

And now I know

How the rest of my story

Is sure to go



No more tears and pain

No more pointless tomorrow

Nothing to doubt

Nothing to sorrow

A love that’s true

Radiant and real

With a man not afraid

To feel what I feel



I’ve found my home

So easy, so free

A place where I can breathe

Where I can truly be me

A hand to hold

Through every dark winters night

A voice to laugh with

When life’s sun is smilingly bright



A heart that sings

In tune with mine

A soul that brings a beat

To all my rhyme

Eyes that can see

Straight through to my heart

Beside me every day

Even if oceans should keep us apart



This is the end of a story

An epic tale

Where the good triumph

As the evil fail

Heroes struggle to the end

Through despair and night

Through many dark perils

Until they find the light



I struggled in loneliness

Wrapped up in a mask

Ten years of not knowing

Which questions to ask

Ten years of despair

Disguised with a laugh

Stumbling blindfolded

Groping along an impossible path



And even before that

I longed to roam

For I always felt like an outcast

In the place I called home

They never really knew me

They just passed on by

And I always knew

I had to go, had to fly



For I knew out there

Somewhere under the same moon

Some one was looking up

Asking God for a boon

Under some distant set of stars

Someone was asking for me

Calling out across

Some storm tossed sea



I heard that call

But on my way to him

I came across you

And I fell to your whim

I followed you down

Through valleys of thorn and mire

Through howling storms

And searing fire



But now I’m on the other side

Looking back through the pain

A phoenix rising

Born from the ashes and flame

I am grateful

For all the lessons you taught me

Thank you for where I am

Thank you for where you’ve brought me



I can’t regret the past

The when and the how

For look at the outcome

Look at me now

I’ve found my future

I know who I am

I’ve faced the good and the bad

And I know how to stand



I’ve found my love

I’ve found where I belong

For I found that soul

That was calling out to me all along

Now I’m never alone

Never again anymore

So thanks be to you

For walking out that door






Out that door - ryan murphy quote



“Trust in Jehovah and do what is good;

Reside in the earth, and act with faithfulness.

Find exquisite delight in Jehovah,

And he will grant you the desires of your heart.”

– Psalm 37:3-4, David, Son of Jess



“When one door closes another door opens;

but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door,

that we do not see the ones which open for us. “

– Alexander Graham Bell



“Finish each day and be done with it. 

You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in;

forget them as soon as you can. 

Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely

and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson



“Hope begins in the dark,

the stubborn hope that if you just show up

and try to do the right thing,

the dawn will come”

– Anne Lamott



“The human story does not always unfold like a mathematical calculation on the principle that two and two make four.  Sometimes in life they make five or minus three; and sometimes the blackboard topples down in the middle of the sum and leaves the class in disorder and the pedagogue with a black eye.”

– Winston Churchill



“Your heart has been sore wounded too.

Dear Light, love shall cherish you,

till you again look on life with happy eyes.”

– Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens





Good Enough

Rach and the Prince - I hate the day



Good Enough





Once Upon a time

I thought you were my prince

You were Mr. Perfect

Of that I was convinced


I thought you were clever

I considered you wise

You were so wonderful

A treasure, a fantastical prize


You weren’t  a flirt

And you wouldn’t hide

You were exactly like me

I thought with naive pride


You were my friend

You would look out for me

And one day you’d carry me off

On your dashing white steed


I imbued you with all the qualities

Of the man I imagined you to be

I thought you were the one

The only one for me


And although the question niggled

Was I good enough for you?

I never picked up

Just asking that should’ve been a clue


Then once upon a time

I woke up to watch helpless as you ran

I heard lying words on your lips

And realised my prince was made of sand


There was no Mr. Perfect

In fact, there was no man

There was just a boy

And his big marching band


You had to keep up

You had to sing along

You feared to be different

And so you just marched on and on


You weren’t looking out for me

There was no dashing steed

There was just you

And there was just me


At the time I was crushed

Disappointed to realise

You were just as flawed as me

You were no fantastical prize


But looking back I laugh

Because now I plainly see

The question I should’ve been asking was:

Were you good enough for me?








“He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. 

He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would fully suffice.” 

~ Albert Einstein



“A man must consider what a rich realm he abdicates when he becomes a conformist.”

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson



“Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. 

But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides,

and following them you will reach your destiny.”

– Carl Schurz, address, Faneuil Hall, Boston, 1859



“Bachelors’ wives and old maids’ children are always perfect.”

– Nicholas Chamfort






Liberated - Black







Free to fly

Free to live

Liberated to finally

Just forgive



Nothing to think

Nothing left to tell

No more need

To sit and dwell



No more heart ache

No more fears

None of those bitter

Midnight tears



Allowed to forget

Allowed to move on

Permitted to let

What is past just be gone



What I almost forgot

What is plain to see

Is that He was always right there

Alone with me



Others turned away

Others didn’t want to know

But he never ever

Let me go



It was down to the end

It was down to the wire

And it was then

He plucked me from the fire



He was there

He held on tight

Slaying all my demons

Without a fight



I learnt a lesson

I learnt something I already knew

Give over your burden

And He’ll carry it for you



You’ve done what you can

You’ve done all you could

Tried to do your best

To do what you should



But if you still don’t know

But if you still can’t see

Then it’s time to just

Let it be



Time to stand still

Time to wait without doubt

Because He is listening

He hears your shout



Wait and be patient

Wait and be calm

Even the toughest, fiercest enemy

He can disarm



There is an answer

There is a way

But you can’t see it

When you’re in the fray



Can’t see the puzzle

Can’t see the pieces coming together

You don’t know when or how

Or even whether



But He can

He does

So you just have to hold on

And trust



Trust He hears

Trust He does care

Don’t let those demons

Drive you from Him in despair



You’ll see Him act

You’ll feel it in your soul

When He holds out His hand

And pulls you from that deep, dark, black hole



He pulled me out

He set me free

And now I can finally

Just be me



I feel warmth again

I feel alive

I know now there’s nothing

I can’t survive



It’s a new sun that’s rising

It’s a brand new day

And as I stand to greet it

The shackles slip away



Tomorrow is clear

Tomorrow is light

The sky tomorrow

Is wide and bright



A cloud with a silvery lining

A rainbow appears

My eyes are washed

With happy tears



My eyes see

My heart sings

And I can feel the wind

Under new found wings



Lifted off my feet

Lifted into the blue

I’ve never seen

A more beautiful view



Soaring into tomorrow

Soaring into the free

Liberated to never forget

What He did for me







“For I, Jehovah your God, am grasping your right hand,

The one saying to you: ‘Do not be afraid. I myself will help you.’”

– Isaiah 41:13



“With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

– Jesus Christ, Matthew 19:26



“My very heart is in severe pain within me

and the frights of death itself have fallen upon me.

Fear, yes, trembling itself enters into me

And shuddering covers me

And I kept saying: O that I had wings as a dove has!

I would fly away and reside

Look! I would go far away in flight

I would lodge in the Wilderness.

I would hasten to a place of escape for me

From the rushing wind

From the tempest…

For it was not an enemy that proceeded to reproach me

Otherwise I could put up with it…

But it was you, a mortal man who was my equal

One familiar to me and my acquaintance

Because we used to enjoy sweet intimacy together

Into the house of God we used to walk with the throng…

As for me, to God I shall call out

And Jehovah himself will save me

Evening and morning and noontime I cannot but show concern and I moan

And he hears my voice.

He will certainly redeem my soul in peace from the fight that is against me…

Throw your burden upon Jehovah himself

And he himself will sustain you.

Never will he allow the righteous one to totter…

As for me – I shall trust you.”

– David Son of Jesse, Psalms Chapter 55 



2 Chronicles 20 - Black

When you’ve seen a miracle performed in a very personal way in your own life – something impossible, something that meant everything to you – you never forget. And you find ways to say ‘thank you’ every single day afterwards. ~ Rach