Tag: Secrets

Stop Carrying Secrets-Amethyst Shards

This song came to me for a contest last year. It is a collaboration between a few musicians on Broadjam. Sometimes I use my gift of music to bring awareness to a situation that needs to be changed. This song talks about the secrets we carry around – like skeletons. 1 in 4 women are affected by domestic violence. Although she may not say it. She may be afraid to talk about it, I was. Because then it is REAL.

 

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Amethyst Shards

©2013 Words by Diana Rasmussen
Music by Chameleon
Produced/Mixed/Mastered by Protilius Productions

 

She carries her secrets
around in a box
hides them in darkness
keeps them locked

Amethyst Shards
in the depths of her heart
rattling around
like skeletons

Amethyst shards
are falling down like
houses of cards

Shoves the box
under the bed
some things are not
meant to be said

Amethyst shards
in the depths of her heart
are falling down
like houses of cards

buries her memories
stuffs all her pain
hoping they’ll never
come up again

Amethyst Shards
in the depths of her heart
rattling around
like skeletons

Amethyst shards
are falling down like
houses of cards

love is the key that unlocks
Yes love is the key that unlocks

Amethyst Shards
in the depths of her heart
are falling down
Amethyst Shards
in the depths of her heart
are falling down

fragments of herself
locked in darkness

Amethyst shards
falling down like
houses of cards

 

 

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She Carries Her Secrets

The Daily Prompt is about Secrets. I wrote a song about SECRETS not too long ago.  There are so many things we try to bury.  Pretend they never happened.

She carries her secrets around in a box, hides them in darkness keeps them locked…

Shoves the box under the bed, some things are not meant to be said.

~Diana Rasmussen AMETHYST SHARDS

Take those things we don’t want to talk about, shove them in a ‘box’ in our hearts, and hope they never come up again.  I think they grow in there. Yep, the more I tried to stuff in there, the worse it got.  And the sicker I got.  And the more I wanted to hurt myself and others. Not a healthy way to deal with things.

Eventually I found people I could trust to share my ‘box of secrets’ with.  Yes, I had to go to counseling and pay someone to listen. I have gotten ‘help’ more than once in my life.  Different counselors, depending on what state I was living in at the time. Yet, I have to say, overall my experience was good.  Having someone to share these things with helped me.  I have heard it said that you are only as sick as your secrets. I believe that.

The more secrets I held in about myself, the more I lived in fear and shame.  And shame will haunt you like no other ghost can.  It will condemn you everytime you look in the mirror.  That shame may have been put there by something that you have done, or even, what someone has done to you.  I had a lot of those secrets.  Abuse, Domestic Violence, lets just say that things happened that shouldn’t have happened.  It wasn’t right.  Those were the things I had to let out and share with someone I trusted. And once I did, I was free of them.

Finally after years I found a Christian Counselor, she was the easiest one to talk to.  Her perspective was different.  I could talk about God there.  I have shared a few secrets with some of the Pastors in my past. Some, not all.  God knows what I have lived through.  And I know He loves me and forgives me.  He was there.  

Amethyst Shards
©2013 Words and Music by Diana Rasmussen and Chameleon
Mixed/Mastered by Protilius Productions

She carries her secrets around in a box

hides them in darkness keeps them locked

Amethyst Shards in the depths of her heart

rattling around like skeletons

Amethyst shards

are falling down like

houses of cards

Shoves the box under the bed

some things are not meant to be said

Amethyst Shards in the depths of her heart

are falling down

Amethyst Shards in the depths of her heart

are falling down

Buries her memories stuffs all her pain

hoping they’ll never come up again

Amethyst Shards in the depths of her heart

rattling around like skeletons

Amethyst Shards are falling down

like houses of cards

Oh love is the key that unlocks 

Yes love is the key that unlocks

Amethyst Shards in the depths of her heart

are falling down

Amethyst Shards in the depths of her heart

are falling down

Fragments of herself locked in darkness

Amethyst Shards falling down

like houses of cards

Daily Prompt: Hear No Evil

Tell us about a conversation you couldn’t help but overhear and wish you hadn’t.

Ghosts From a Dream

Ghosts From A Dream

By Diana Rasmussen 8/26/13
from www.psychologies.co.uk
from www.psychologies.co.uk
Old Buried feelings
holding hidden meanings
Up out of the grave
Trying to enslave
*
Ghosts from a dream
with silent screams
*
Painful memories
Negative energy
Burial chambers
Echo things unseen
*
Ghosts from a dream
with silent screams
*
Brought out of the night
Into the broad daylight
Whatever was covered
will be discovered
*
Ghosts from a dream
with silent screams
*
What’s said in darkness
Will be heard in the light
The Ghosts from a Dream
Dissolve with their schemes

Amethyst Shards

Amethyst Shards

©2013 Diana Rasmussen

from www.zedge.net
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She carries her secrets
around in a box
hides them in darkness
keeps them locked

shoves the box
under her bed
some things are never
meant to be said

She lost the key
to her heart long ago
trys to stay sane
and be in control

burys her memories
stuffs all her pain
hoping they’ll never
come up again

in the depths of her heart
are Amethyst shards
falling down like
houses of cards

fragments of herself
lost in darkness
rattling around like
skeletons in
the closet

Cold Bathroom Floor (may trigger)

Cold Bathroom Floor

©2013 Diana Rasmussen

black tile

When his shouting starts
she just runs away
locks the door
curls up on the
cold bathroom floor
He pounds on the door
with his angry fist
quoting his Bible
and screaming
“You have to obey!”
A tear falls from her face
as she begins to sway
She counts the tiles on
the cold bathroom floor
rocks her numbness away
hopeless and afraid
love shouldn’t hurt this way
she carries her secrets like stones
laying them out on the floor
square by square, tile by tile
she rocks not to feel anymore
She looks at the razor
on the side of the tub
will it make the
pain go away?
she doesn’t want
to go one more day
the darkness is
calling her name
she carries her secrets like stones
laying them out on the floor
square by square, tile by tile
she rocks not to feel anymore
Such trauma and abuse
so many bruises
why don’t they see?
what he’s doing to me?
she carries her secrets like stones
laying them out on the floor
square by square, tile by tile
she rocks not to feel anymore

dv

Secrets

Secrets

Copyright 2013. Diana Rasmussen
They lived in the darkness
Strangled self esteem
feed on my fears
Paralyzed dreams
*
Covert operators
Multiplied with lies
Suffocating
The hope inside
*
I cry out for the Light
Secrets and Darkness flee
His Life is Light
Truth sets me free
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