For the things i don't want to know but have to learn
For the people i can't live without but have to let go
For the joyous laughter that tickles my heart but wrinkles my skin
For the bitter sweet endings to great stories
For the painful experiences that mark my body and soul
For the harsh lessons that shape my growth
For the painful words that must be spoken
For the smile that lights up a room and crowns the eyes
For the dark mood that drains all laughter and deepens the soul
For the tears that cloud my eyes yet cleanse my sorrows
For the dawn of understanding
Even though we make amends
Happy hour still comes to an end
A thousand kisses we may send
But what becomes of us
When it all turns to dust
At the border of love and lust
On the fence of anger and trust
Reminiscing old times and dreams
The laughs shared and times of despair
Each memory irrevocable, irreplaceable
Time cannot be erased nor memories replaced
But as we carry on, the memories will fade
The cream of your corn is an after taste
And moving on, leaves bitterness in it's place
A goodbye after each fight
Only blurs thr finality
But perhaps, this time
We have crossed the line
As lives carry on
Don't wait for something more
Hitherto, nay implore the cosmos
Here's to one more goodb...
I'm on the fringes
I can feel the inspiration about to flow
Sweet humming of music before you meet your muse
My writer's block is weighed down by a brilliant idea
So get here already
Its time for the memories that curve and arc the shape of my universe
The Movie Moment
Think of about every great movie or play you've seen in your lifetime. . .
Think of the moment of perfect clarity when everything falls into place and the character has the wide-eyed look of a child, as they realise exactly what their life's dream is.
I have it on good authority(my own) that everybody seeks out this moment.
Today I shall tell you mine;
Motown jazz echoing throughout the room creating a gentle ambience. My hips swaying naturally to the music. I stand at the stove; lightly stirring a pot of aromatic stew, tapping a finger against my hip to the mellow tone of the keyboard.
Suddenly, a strong arm pulled my free hand and spun me around to come face to face wi...
(I really hope that's correct)
Today inspired by a talk on TED I came to wonder, "What would you do today if you found out you would die tomorrow?"
Please share your thoughts with me or have a big talk with someone you love, or someone that's nearby, or a perfect stranger.
Better yet, publish a lettr
If I had remembered to clean the floors over the weekend, I wouldn't have had to rush home to dust.
If I hadn't looked out the window, I wouldn't have been distracted by the puppy chasing a dandelion and not laughed so hard I dropped the handle.
If I hadn't had bent to pick the handle, I wouldn't have felt the light rush of air being sucked into a crevice in the wall.
If I hadn't grown up reading several mystery novels, perhaps I would have assumed it and moved on.
But as I reached, unassuming, for the peeling wallpaper, millions of possibilities rushed my imagination; a deadly fungus could have encroached the wall and now I'd be turned into the CDC for unrelenting testing. Perhaps I could u...
Excerpt from a story of Intimate Display. . .
He pulled me close against his body. A hand firm around my waist, gently he slipped a hand around the base of my head and kissed me deeply.
The intensity of the kiss grew and before I knew it he had me by the waist and hoisted me up.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked me over to the window seat. The wooden seat was cold on the light lace of my panties.
He set me down and stepped back as if to watch me. Moonlight streamed in between the curtains, it was as if the sky lit the moment for us.
His brown eyes pierced my frame in desire tainted observance. In this moment of unencumbered intimacy I was on display for his eyes only. He appr...
Water rushed into the sink bowl mixing with the soap, causing it to rush up in a cloud of bubbles. Single bubbles broke free and reflected off the incandesnce of the sun into a gentle rainbow before popping into tiny droplets.
A Lipstick stained coffee mug and fork, sat atop a crumb-littered plate waiting to be washed.
The rows of neatly stocked cupboards were now wipped clean gleaming agains the tan walls. However, a bone-white laundry basket hang halfway off the kitchen island, nearly bursting with dirty clothes waiting to be washed. "Gentle cycle, probably" she'd thought only moments before.
Deep red blood seeped into the cracks of the tiles. Tiles covered in a light layer of dust yet to...
Dear No One,
This letter is to thank you for the times we're yet to share
To appreciate your sweet words and loving stare.
An excerpt from a poem yet unwritten
Stained with tears and emotions still unspoken.
Sometimes I crave the warmth of your body
When we laughed together in a tender shared story
When the time is right I hope you pull me close
I'll whisper a joke in your ear and kiss your nose
With all the time that's passed
I set aside the desire
When the time is right it'll feel perfect
All the incredible things that had to happen to create that moment
Dear future lover, this is a letter to tell you I will love you
Letter of art,
The moment we met he said, "You are so beautiful."
The look in his eyes didn't scratch the surface.
Looking deep into his eyes, having known the depths and layers, I realised just how much his soul is art.
Excerpt from a letter of heartbreak
In a quiet moment when you see the light dim in his eyes and it's like he sees right through you and feels like the part of his soul that loves is frowning, I know you will wonder when you were left behind and a little part of you chokes on the hope that it's not real. But, darling you did not mistake it. He did not see something horrid behind you.
He says those bitter words that trickle like soft velvet to suffocate you. He'll pause and in a moment when you think you can turn it around, you'll feel like you have a square peg in your hand but a round hole before you.
And when you ask yourself whether it was easy for him to break your heart. . .
Thank you earphones,
You made it look like I couldn't hear when lame guys threw cat calls my way. So now I just walk away
DO NOT ONLY PRACTICE YOUR ART
BUT FORCE YOUR WAY INTO IT'S SECRETS
FOR IT AND KNOWLEDGE CAN RAISE MEN TO THE DIVINE
~Ludwig Van Beethoven~
Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!
Give me your tired,
Your huddles masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
It was once a calm undisturbed quiet
A single place that lacked nothing,
Then came the warmth and embrace of a safe zone
The safe companionship offered solely by love
Now vacated with no relief in sight,
You never truly feel lonely till his place is empty.
Betrayal can cut deep and feel irreversible. Even more so when it breaks the bonds of sisterhood/brotherhood. Meeting someone who feels like kin can really sink in, raise your spirit with such fervour you like you're mates even in previous lives.
But when this bond is attacked from within. . .
Dare i say, it's like something dulled and your soul cracked and numbed
I believe in free will
I believe in Loyalty
I believe in the wholeness of acceptance and living in completeness
I desire to believe in myself