January 9, 2015 at 1:46 pm (Interpersonal Communication Writing)
Tags: creative, life, llove, people, truth, writing
By Rhonda Nemri
I have come to realize over and over that the people you deal with will not always portray who you are as a person. That just because you are nice and considerate, does not mean they will be too. I have this conversation with people many times about genuine good people versus people who do good things, but are not always genuinely good. It is very irritating when meeting people, and always wondering are they really who they say they are. We can ask them what are some of your pet peeves, and they may respond…”rude people”, “mean people”, “liars”, “cheaters”, “inconsiderate people”, so on and so forth. Yet, they portray these types of negative characteristics on a daily basis. I’m nowhere near a perfect person, but I do believe I have a decent approach to how to treat people, even when they do not deserve to be treated well. Being a good person means not expecting people to constantly say you are good, and not constantly trying to convince others you are a good person. You can say you are nice and considerate person, but can you show for it?
I’ve met many people who tried to convince me of the person they are, yet they don’t truly fit the description they have set out for themselves. It is just a cover up to fully be accepted. Bad people exist in this world. Some know it, some don’t. I’ve come to write about this topic because it is becoming more apparent to me that people are self-centered, and tend to do things for themselves only. Now, doing something for yourself is not bad, but you have to stop and think to yourself, that there are people in your lives that deserve to be treated well.
Do not ever tell an inconsiderate person your feelings, or what hurts you in life. They do not listen to these words. They hear it, but they do not truly grasp it. This just makes you get emotionally hurt when you tell someone your feelings, when really they were not listening. You expect them to treat you differently when you tell them what you do not like. A considerate person would take what you say, and use it to their advantage to be a good person to you instead of turning things around on you.
Overall, the point is that life is not always pleasant, and it is not always on your side. We will meet people who belong in our lives, and we will meet people who will be in our lives for a short time and leave. Learning to let go the grudge of a bad person is hard, but what I always say is if you treat me bad, I won’t treat you bad, this is your ultimate choice to do so. But if you do treat me bad, I will make sure you know that I do not belong in your life, whether at all, or barely.
May 27, 2014 at 8:19 am (Interpersonal Communication Writing, Poetry/Creative Writing)
Tags: communication, creative, friendship, hurt, interpersonal communication, life, love, poet, poetry, power, relationships, thinking, writer, writing
By : Rhonda Nemri
They cut you. They cut you so deep, you bleed. But you don’t bleed to death. Just a bunch of cuts that become scars. You don’t walk away, you forgive them. Each time you forgive them, you think to yourself it will be better. When really, you’re handing them that power.
Now this power is so destructive that every time you legitimately have the right to be hurt and upset at them, they make you feel it’s your fault. Each time this happens, another scar is added. You try to walk away, but it’s that power thing that just can’t seem to go away. Whether you are with them or without them, they seem to have this power over you. You lose sleep, you don’t eat, you overly think, you lose yourself in all of this.
Each time you come back you hand them that power again. The sad thing is they know it, and they feed off of it. They need it to survive. And they will survive because you are feeding them your precious soul. You are feeding them your life that used to be yours. But something keeps you around them. Something makes you whole again when they are good. It’s this drug feeling that numbs you, that you can’t even see what’s wrong. But you enjoy it, because with it, it keeps you alive.
They say they need you and want you, but what they need is that power that someone else may not give them the way you give them. That’s real abuse. Not the physical kind, but the emotional and psychological abuse. That abuse will stay forever with you if you keep handing your self control over to the person who thrives over having you by their side only for the sole purpose to control you. This is toxic, and you know it. But you’re afraid that if you walk away, no one will want you the way you’ve laid out your life to the last person. So you stay and forever have lost yourself.
It isn’t just our intimate relationships that this applies to. Power is a necessity for some in your family, friendships, colleagues, superiors, etc. we all struggle through powerlessness in our lives. But to let someone take over our lives for their sake, we should reconsider them in our lives. Emotional and psychological abuse hurts more than physical. All abuse is harmful, but it is the words that affects us coming from the ones that say they love us.
August 17, 2013 at 5:19 pm (Poetry/Creative Writing)
Tags: creative, family, life, loss, love, peace, poem, poetry, rhymes, words, writing
By: Rhonda Nemri
Photograph taken by Rhonda Nemri
Lying there with your eyes closed and your cold delicate skin, I see you but can’t feel your touch. Throwing myself at you with tears rushing down my face, dripping to the cold ground.
Catching the last moment of your presence as I press my warm face against yours and sing you a song that once was heard.
Revealing my story to you in the last moment before the doors shut. Staring in the eyes of the lost souls, feeling their pain, but nothing can be done.
Consoling one as I feel the wind knocking me down. Creating visionaries in ones mind as we lose the branch off the tree of life.
Whispering voices, crying eyes.
Look around, touch the ground. Fall in hurt, reach for support. Crazy scenes, loud full screams. Stop the ride, feeling to confide.
Moved away quick as they give one last look. Running back to just hold you in that split moment I’m shook.
Soil is moved for your rest. Feeling this urge to fall apart, as the dirt shall fall, and the grass will sprout.
Digging with my bare hands, as I visit your long stay. Feeling this pain that won’t go away. Dig, dig ,dig, but I don’t go far. As I stop the dreaming and walk to my car.
I look one last moment before I leave, and pass through the gates as I weep.
Your memory is in my mind throughout the day. As I place my hand to my broken heart, and hum this way.
As the sun shines I feel your smile. I hope this feeling will stay for a while. I rest my eyes through the night. As I wake things don’t feel right.
The final thoughts are of this life, without a moment of you things don’t feel right.
November 16, 2012 at 9:33 pm (Poetry/Creative Writing)
Tags: creative, creative writing, destiny, feminism, inspiration, life, passions, poems, poetry, wisdom, women, words, writing
Soundless streets, loudly screams.
Above all, gives different scenes.
Insightful things, dreadful dreams.
Above all, gives different scenes.
Hopeless feelings, raging words.
Above all, gives different scenes.
Scenes of all that produce our image.
That keeps us sane, that keeps us aware.
Frightful appearances make frightful images.
The images that we cannot get over.
Images that are uncontrollable,
undesirable, unacceptable, and inadmissible.
Indifferent or fervent to the world?
The world that has become ours.
Or the world that we will destroy
with our own words and actions?
Who knows what we behold.
But we hold the destiny that is in our hands
to fulfill our needs to be accomplished.