I never seem to win.
I can't be logical,
Nor practical in reasoning.
Not when it comes to love.
So much weighs on my heart,
And in my brain that I feel smothered.
So much pain that I feel like I can't breathe.
So much love and no one to put it toward.
The very core of who I am is based on love.
Romantic and brotherly, the same.
All my thoughts irrational, fabrications.
A battle I feel I can't win.
I fall so quickly,
That it feels like it takes a lifetime to stand up again.
Each time worse than the last.
Each time fearing that there is no love left in the world.
I feel like an island,
Alone in the ocean.
Feelings string together into a depression.
A depression that this is the way it should be.
Though in rational thoughts, this is not true.
That I am loved.
That I am not that island and someone cares.
That I can love as deeply as I want.
I just have to wait before I lay it all on the line.
Learn from my hurting heart that I can't have the one I love.
Learn that it is okay to feel alone.
That love doesn't have to lead into that hole of depression.
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Let Go
It's time to let go.
Let the boulder roll.
Down,
Down,
Down the hill, and the emotions will gather.
Those chemicals bubble inside your head,
Release them as whatever they are.
Let happiness spread the warmth;
Let sadness cool it;
Let anger boil over;
Let envy show its ugly green head;
Let silliness make your brain numb with your laughter;
Let confusion make you dizzy.
Most of all, let the feeling of love burn.
Let it burn bright like fire,
Like a guiding light.
Don't let it burn you out with irrational flight.
Let the boulder roll.
Down,
Down,
Down the hill.
Let go and release what you will down.
Let the boulder roll.
Down,
Down,
Down the hill, and the emotions will gather.
Those chemicals bubble inside your head,
Release them as whatever they are.
Let happiness spread the warmth;
Let sadness cool it;
Let anger boil over;
Let envy show its ugly green head;
Let silliness make your brain numb with your laughter;
Let confusion make you dizzy.
Most of all, let the feeling of love burn.
Let it burn bright like fire,
Like a guiding light.
Don't let it burn you out with irrational flight.
Let the boulder roll.
Down,
Down,
Down the hill.
Let go and release what you will down.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Indecisive
To anyone reading this.
I know what it's like to make a bad decision.
One after another, thinking they were good.
When really it killed me mentally.
The what-ifs, the regrets, and aftermath.
I fear the fall;
I fear never stopping,
Just falling.
Then in comes you,
Warmth and kindness.
I feel it in your embrace.
I feel it radiate from you.
My fears disappear.
My anxiety gone.
I am not alone,
You're scared, but not alone in that.
Comfortable is comfortable,
I am scared of that.
I'm not use to kind words or the warmth you have.
The constant doubt,
It runs, runs, runs, runs . . .
It doesn't stop because the thoughts naturally hurt when I remember.
When I remember my rough patches,
Remember that pang of guilt, the pang of stress.
Never seeing the light at the end of that godforsaken tunnel.
There are reasons why there are songs out there, like:
"Try," "Unconditionally," and "Exceptional."
To help us see the best in everyone we come in contact with.
I know the doubt,
The fear, the insanity emotions give us.
The constant stream of thoughts and falling into the indecisiveness and panic.
Hope is strong against the fear,
And you are never alone.
I know what it's like to make a bad decision.
One after another, thinking they were good.
When really it killed me mentally.
The what-ifs, the regrets, and aftermath.
I fear the fall;
I fear never stopping,
Just falling.
Then in comes you,
Warmth and kindness.
I feel it in your embrace.
I feel it radiate from you.
My fears disappear.
My anxiety gone.
I am not alone,
You're scared, but not alone in that.
Comfortable is comfortable,
I am scared of that.
I'm not use to kind words or the warmth you have.
The constant doubt,
It runs, runs, runs, runs . . .
It doesn't stop because the thoughts naturally hurt when I remember.
When I remember my rough patches,
Remember that pang of guilt, the pang of stress.
Never seeing the light at the end of that godforsaken tunnel.
There are reasons why there are songs out there, like:
"Try," "Unconditionally," and "Exceptional."
To help us see the best in everyone we come in contact with.
I know the doubt,
The fear, the insanity emotions give us.
The constant stream of thoughts and falling into the indecisiveness and panic.
Hope is strong against the fear,
And you are never alone.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
A River Runs
A river runs,
Never freezes, never stops.
Bangs against rocks.
Rushes, whispering down, down, down.
Until it aligns with something bigger than itself.
Much like the brain,
They never stop, thoughts run along axons.
Nerves run through and along organs.
Speeds that break necks, around, around, around.
Neurons connecting in endless lines joining into somethings bigger than themselves.
A river is free, uncaring;
Ripping apart all it sees.
Yet we see it as peace when calm,
Hatred builds when it floods;
Something completely out of our control.
A brain is as logical as we make it.
Always learning, never stops learning.
At every turn, either peace of hatred,
It just goes.
Mad at thinking we have less control than a river.
When indeed we have more.
A river runs,
Much like a brain.
Never stops.
Whispering.
Aligning to something bigger than itself.
Never freezes, never stops.
Bangs against rocks.
Rushes, whispering down, down, down.
Until it aligns with something bigger than itself.
Much like the brain,
They never stop, thoughts run along axons.
Nerves run through and along organs.
Speeds that break necks, around, around, around.
Neurons connecting in endless lines joining into somethings bigger than themselves.
A river is free, uncaring;
Ripping apart all it sees.
Yet we see it as peace when calm,
Hatred builds when it floods;
Something completely out of our control.
A brain is as logical as we make it.
Always learning, never stops learning.
At every turn, either peace of hatred,
It just goes.
Mad at thinking we have less control than a river.
When indeed we have more.
A river runs,
Much like a brain.
Never stops.
Whispering.
Aligning to something bigger than itself.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
There for You
For my friend, N.B.
Think of the Sun.
High at noon in the sky.
Warming and growing.
Giving light of yellow radiance.
Think of the Moon.
High up, too, always there.
Lighting up the sky in pale white.
Cooling the day's warmth.
Think of calming thoughts.
Think as I clear the tears from your eyes.
Cleansing the pain with calm warmth.
A warmth that can keep you safe.
Think of energy.
It can't be created nor destroyed.
Watch it create, though, and destroy.
Watch it bloom the meadow flowers in Spring.
Think of love.
The love you gain from our friendship.
The love of many others in your life.
The love is known to fairy tales.
Think of life.
The life of now.
The life you've built through years.
The life you have glows with every heartbeat.
Lastly, think of the seasons.
Spring to Summer to Fall to Winter.
Always changing, ever so.
Just like you are, always.
My friend,
Build and create.
Move along and live.
Remember: live and love.
Think of the Sun.
High at noon in the sky.
Warming and growing.
Giving light of yellow radiance.
Think of the Moon.
High up, too, always there.
Lighting up the sky in pale white.
Cooling the day's warmth.
Think of calming thoughts.
Think as I clear the tears from your eyes.
Cleansing the pain with calm warmth.
A warmth that can keep you safe.
Think of energy.
It can't be created nor destroyed.
Watch it create, though, and destroy.
Watch it bloom the meadow flowers in Spring.
Think of love.
The love you gain from our friendship.
The love of many others in your life.
The love is known to fairy tales.
Think of life.
The life of now.
The life you've built through years.
The life you have glows with every heartbeat.
Lastly, think of the seasons.
Spring to Summer to Fall to Winter.
Always changing, ever so.
Just like you are, always.
My friend,
Build and create.
Move along and live.
Remember: live and love.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
For What It's Worth I Am Home
I feel at peace.
I am filled with joy.
I hear a name and I don't crumble.
I hear a voice and it's a song.
I am home.
Your fingers splaying in offering,
I take your hand,
And our fingers lace like shoes.
Never letting go and afraid of loss.
I am home.
Soft lips brush against my cheek.
It tickles and I laugh, hard.
You see me blush and wrap your arms around my neck.
Your face in front of mine where a kiss lands, unfaltering.
I am home.
Hands, up and down my back.
A warm and touching embrace.
I feel safe and want to cry.
You hold me tighter, closer.
I am home.
Fingers sliding through my wet hair.
Slicking back and not caring.
You play with each strand.
Twirling it with soaked fingers.
I am home.
I see you sleeping.
Curled up in front of me.
Your chest rises and falls to a steady rhythm.
You look at peace and I kiss your cheek.
For what it's worth I am home.
I am filled with joy.
I hear a name and I don't crumble.
I hear a voice and it's a song.
I am home.
Your fingers splaying in offering,
I take your hand,
And our fingers lace like shoes.
Never letting go and afraid of loss.
I am home.
Soft lips brush against my cheek.
It tickles and I laugh, hard.
You see me blush and wrap your arms around my neck.
Your face in front of mine where a kiss lands, unfaltering.
I am home.
Hands, up and down my back.
A warm and touching embrace.
I feel safe and want to cry.
You hold me tighter, closer.
I am home.
Fingers sliding through my wet hair.
Slicking back and not caring.
You play with each strand.
Twirling it with soaked fingers.
I am home.
I see you sleeping.
Curled up in front of me.
Your chest rises and falls to a steady rhythm.
You look at peace and I kiss your cheek.
For what it's worth I am home.
End
For K.J.S.
I suffered plenty,
A fish on your hook.
You let me go to finality,
No selfishness in the act.
It ended, finally.
My heart is broken,
But I am free.
Free from that prison of contempt.
No words could describe this.
We are both genuinely free.
Free to roam,
Free to love another.
I taught you to love,
You taught me life.
We fit together,
Except we are mismatched pieces.
Nevermore will I seek you.
Nevermore will the wheels turn.
Nevermore, the words will weave.
Nevermore will we hurt in the heart.
Years will pass,
And we'll laugh at our stupidity.
For all it is worth,
Take these last words and keep them close:
I love you.
And I hope you will find your light.
I suffered plenty,
A fish on your hook.
You let me go to finality,
No selfishness in the act.
It ended, finally.
My heart is broken,
But I am free.
Free from that prison of contempt.
No words could describe this.
We are both genuinely free.
Free to roam,
Free to love another.
I taught you to love,
You taught me life.
We fit together,
Except we are mismatched pieces.
Nevermore will I seek you.
Nevermore will the wheels turn.
Nevermore, the words will weave.
Nevermore will we hurt in the heart.
Years will pass,
And we'll laugh at our stupidity.
For all it is worth,
Take these last words and keep them close:
I love you.
And I hope you will find your light.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Ocean: You and Me
For the people I love in my life
I am like the ocean.
I am ever-changing.
I feel with flowing beauty,
I feel empathy of others.
I am like the ocean.
When you walk by my side,
I cleanse and support you.
Calming you with every step.
I am like the ocean.
When I feel anger,
My waves stir and foam.
You know I'm dangerous to go into,
But you stay anyway.
I am like the ocean.
When I feel sadness,
I am eerily calm.
When you try to comfort me,
The water slips through your fingers.
I am like the ocean.
I seem to not feel pain, but I do.
When I die on the inside, it'll show outward.
No matter the facade I find, it'll show.
I am like the ocean.
I love like no other.
Misunderstood, you stand on shore.
You let me ebb, you let me love.
You know my secrets in every abyss.
I am like the ocean.
In forgiveness,
And in massive power.
I am free, but imprisoned within myself.
Only in my blue eyes you can see.
The little faith I have in me.
I am like the ocean.
In that I am home.
That at my heart, you are home.
You are home, when you're close by me.
I am like the ocean.
I am ever-changing.
I feel with flowing beauty,
I feel empathy of others.
I am like the ocean.
When you walk by my side,
I cleanse and support you.
Calming you with every step.
I am like the ocean.
When I feel anger,
My waves stir and foam.
You know I'm dangerous to go into,
But you stay anyway.
I am like the ocean.
When I feel sadness,
I am eerily calm.
When you try to comfort me,
The water slips through your fingers.
I am like the ocean.
I seem to not feel pain, but I do.
When I die on the inside, it'll show outward.
No matter the facade I find, it'll show.
I am like the ocean.
I love like no other.
Misunderstood, you stand on shore.
You let me ebb, you let me love.
You know my secrets in every abyss.
I am like the ocean.
In forgiveness,
And in massive power.
I am free, but imprisoned within myself.
Only in my blue eyes you can see.
The little faith I have in me.
I am like the ocean.
In that I am home.
That at my heart, you are home.
You are home, when you're close by me.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Words
Words weave together like fabric.
Weaving to make something beautiful.
Beautiful like a river, transparent as glass.
Words can be hurtful.
Hurtful in the way that you can cut with daggers.
Daggers are thrown with intent in mind.
Words can heal wounds.
Heal the wounds that, in turn, cause.
In time, forgiveness comes.
Words...
Laughable to those that poorly use them.
Influential to those that can articulate.
Words weave into something special.
Words hurt like a bullet.
Words heal like a cast.
Words are forever.
Weaving to make something beautiful.
Beautiful like a river, transparent as glass.
Words can be hurtful.
Hurtful in the way that you can cut with daggers.
Daggers are thrown with intent in mind.
Words can heal wounds.
Heal the wounds that, in turn, cause.
In time, forgiveness comes.
Words...
Laughable to those that poorly use them.
Influential to those that can articulate.
Words weave into something special.
Words hurt like a bullet.
Words heal like a cast.
Words are forever.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Just Enough
Just enough,
And on edge.
On the inside,
I cannot breathe.
On the outside,
I am putting on a show.
On the inside,
I am crying.
On the outside,
I am smiling.
On the inside,
I try to be happy.
On the outside,
I try not to be sad.
Just enough,
I'm on edge.
One more push,
I'll feel myself fall.
I can handle it,
Most of it on my own.
But deep inside,
I need you because I feel you're mine.
No right or wrong,
Just pain.
No black or white,
Just in need.
Just enough...
And on edge.
And on edge.
On the inside,
I cannot breathe.
On the outside,
I am putting on a show.
On the inside,
I am crying.
On the outside,
I am smiling.
On the inside,
I try to be happy.
On the outside,
I try not to be sad.
Just enough,
I'm on edge.
One more push,
I'll feel myself fall.
I can handle it,
Most of it on my own.
But deep inside,
I need you because I feel you're mine.
No right or wrong,
Just pain.
No black or white,
Just in need.
Just enough...
And on edge.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
How I Know You
To the men that lift my life up
This is how I know you,
In my heart that you make warm,
In my arms, you'll lie safe.
A place to rest your head,
While I sing you sweetly to sleep.
Nothing can beat this feeling I have.
You fill me with joy,
And I can be sure that I belong to you.
I cry when the days are hard,
And you somehow make it better.
I want that embrace and a sweet kiss on the lips.
You influence me to be a better man.
I like how you make me feel,
It makes me feel wanted and loved.
This is how I know you,
Comfort on both my good and bad days,
A person I can trust with my heart as it is fragile,
And giving me confidence in myself as a man.
This is how I know you,
In my heart that you make warm,
In my arms, you'll lie safe.
A place to rest your head,
While I sing you sweetly to sleep.
Nothing can beat this feeling I have.
You fill me with joy,
And I can be sure that I belong to you.
I cry when the days are hard,
And you somehow make it better.
I want that embrace and a sweet kiss on the lips.
You influence me to be a better man.
I like how you make me feel,
It makes me feel wanted and loved.
This is how I know you,
Comfort on both my good and bad days,
A person I can trust with my heart as it is fragile,
And giving me confidence in myself as a man.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Prima Facie (At First Sight)
For K.J.S.
When I first laid eyes on you,
I thought to myself, I hope I don't act stupid around him.
But it turned out to be a wonderful weekend.
We started spending more and more time together.
I felt happy and free.
I thought I can be myself with this man.
I had no fear, except for losing you.
I had feelings stirring inside my very stomach.
When I asked you to Gay Prom, but you said yes!
You cleared time for yourself to go, even though you scared me for a second.
That night of Prom, I knew you did it for me.
But at the cost of you becoming stressed.
I held you in arms, crying because I felt I did something wrong.
You wanted to go home, and so I did as you wished.
Every night I spent with you was in your arms.
We would talk until we slept.
You didn't know this, but when you would twitch, I'd hold on tighter because
I knew you were in for a rough night...
You would snooze the alarm just to have an extra five minutes with me in bed.
We would alternate cooking breakfast, which I know is your favorite.
Scrambled eggs and pancakes, and sometimes it was just cereal.
I'd watch you get ready for work, and you even asked me to help with your hair.
We'd kiss goodbye, and we both drove off happy because we knew we'd see
each other again.
I loved that when you looked at me, you looked into my eyes.
They happened to be your favorite color, blue.
And when I looked in your eyes, they smiled.
Which is my favorite feature of yours, your smile and laugh?
Waking up to a text from you made my world lighter like I could fly.
I knew it did the same to you.
And my roughest days, you cheered me up with a funny picture of yourself.
And my roughest nights, you told me you would always be there.
I thought I hadn't paid that much attention to what was going on.
I think about you all the time.
On my roughest nights, I want to call, but I feel I can't do it.
You've put up your walls...
I die on the inside more and more, but I fight through it.
I never knew that I'd be losing you...
I never thought that I'd lose the one man I truly wanted to be with.
The one man that could erase what others have done to me.
I just wish you could hold me...
I just wish you could kiss me...
I just wish to be yours...
I just wish you can see me as... me.
When I first laid eyes on you,
I thought to myself, I hope I don't act stupid around him.
But it turned out to be a wonderful weekend.
We started spending more and more time together.
I felt happy and free.
I thought I can be myself with this man.
I had no fear, except for losing you.
I had feelings stirring inside my very stomach.
When I asked you to Gay Prom, but you said yes!
You cleared time for yourself to go, even though you scared me for a second.
That night of Prom, I knew you did it for me.
But at the cost of you becoming stressed.
I held you in arms, crying because I felt I did something wrong.
You wanted to go home, and so I did as you wished.
Every night I spent with you was in your arms.
We would talk until we slept.
You didn't know this, but when you would twitch, I'd hold on tighter because
I knew you were in for a rough night...
You would snooze the alarm just to have an extra five minutes with me in bed.
We would alternate cooking breakfast, which I know is your favorite.
Scrambled eggs and pancakes, and sometimes it was just cereal.
I'd watch you get ready for work, and you even asked me to help with your hair.
We'd kiss goodbye, and we both drove off happy because we knew we'd see
each other again.
I loved that when you looked at me, you looked into my eyes.
They happened to be your favorite color, blue.
And when I looked in your eyes, they smiled.
Which is my favorite feature of yours, your smile and laugh?
Waking up to a text from you made my world lighter like I could fly.
I knew it did the same to you.
And my roughest days, you cheered me up with a funny picture of yourself.
And my roughest nights, you told me you would always be there.
I thought I hadn't paid that much attention to what was going on.
I think about you all the time.
On my roughest nights, I want to call, but I feel I can't do it.
You've put up your walls...
I die on the inside more and more, but I fight through it.
I never knew that I'd be losing you...
I never thought that I'd lose the one man I truly wanted to be with.
The one man that could erase what others have done to me.
I just wish you could hold me...
I just wish you could kiss me...
I just wish to be yours...
I just wish you can see me as... me.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
The Meadow
As time flows by without a prayer,
Everyone around me doesn't seem to care.
All that I care about is seeing you there.
In a meadow just you and me,
There is no sadness, only glee.
If only time would seize to be.
There are no dark clouds, only an endless blue sky,
A beautiful moment that makes us want to cry.
We both kiss each other without care.
Underneath this endless sky and in the meadow,
I'd like the whole world to know.
That we are forever together and nothing more.
Everyone around me doesn't seem to care.
All that I care about is seeing you there.
In a meadow just you and me,
There is no sadness, only glee.
If only time would seize to be.
There are no dark clouds, only an endless blue sky,
A beautiful moment that makes us want to cry.
We both kiss each other without care.
Underneath this endless sky and in the meadow,
I'd like the whole world to know.
That we are forever together and nothing more.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Me
I'm only human...
It's as simple as that.
I make several, if not millions of mistakes every day.
I have my days where I'm cheerful.
Others are abysmal like I'll never see the sun again.
I'm insane, but not the kind I would get locked up for.
I'm honest and will tell you how it is.
I'm a lover and a fighter.
I'm healthy and loyal to my last breath.
My crystal blue eyes of the vast oceans see past the bad
in people because deep inside is a good person.
My mouth has spoken words I wish I could take back.
My ears have heard obscenities and nonsense I wish
to never hear again.
If you dare to tread on me, get ready for the Irishman temper.
If you dare to be my friend, get witty and sarcastic.
I'm only human...
But as an individual, there is only one me.
It's as simple as that.
I make several, if not millions of mistakes every day.
I have my days where I'm cheerful.
Others are abysmal like I'll never see the sun again.
I'm insane, but not the kind I would get locked up for.
I'm honest and will tell you how it is.
I'm a lover and a fighter.
I'm healthy and loyal to my last breath.
My crystal blue eyes of the vast oceans see past the bad
in people because deep inside is a good person.
My mouth has spoken words I wish I could take back.
My ears have heard obscenities and nonsense I wish
to never hear again.
If you dare to tread on me, get ready for the Irishman temper.
If you dare to be my friend, get witty and sarcastic.
I'm only human...
But as an individual, there is only one me.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Keys
Keys can be a symbol of luck.
Sometimes seen has the object of opening doors
to the future.
Sometimes they open the treasure troves in our lover's heart.
Sometimes even your own...
I wear one around my neck.
I feel it guards the inner spirit within me...
It protects me from harm and is never in the way.
If I take it off, I feel naked and not as safe as I want to be.
The key to my heart and winning me over,
now that is a complex story.
Yet it is simply divine in what one can do for me.
Will I tell?
What fun would that be if I just spill it out?
It's not a game even if it seems that way.
But here is a clever hint, if you need one:
A simple stimulation... of the intellectual kind.
No moving the mountains or flying to the moon to take it down
from the Heavens.
Remember this simple object and the symbolism it holds.
A key for luck and opening the doors for a better life.
Sometimes seen has the object of opening doors
to the future.
Sometimes they open the treasure troves in our lover's heart.
Sometimes even your own...
I wear one around my neck.
I feel it guards the inner spirit within me...
It protects me from harm and is never in the way.
If I take it off, I feel naked and not as safe as I want to be.
The key to my heart and winning me over,
now that is a complex story.
Yet it is simply divine in what one can do for me.
Will I tell?
What fun would that be if I just spill it out?
It's not a game even if it seems that way.
But here is a clever hint, if you need one:
A simple stimulation... of the intellectual kind.
No moving the mountains or flying to the moon to take it down
from the Heavens.
Remember this simple object and the symbolism it holds.
A key for luck and opening the doors for a better life.
Monday, April 30, 2012
The Man with the Heart of Fire
For those that doubt me
My body is shaking...
Tired of the games that people put me in.
Wasting their time...
They are only building up my resilience piece by piece.
My body just shakes more...
Shaking from the exhaustion, I am put through.
Waiting for the last strike...
Waiting for the death of my spirit, that seems inevitable...
And waiting for a reprieve to spare my spirit...
Ever so vigilant, ever so ready to make my counterstrike.
I'm set ablaze and walk out of the flames.
Unscathed like the fire burning inside my heart.
I'm stronger than the icy touch of those who trespass upon my path.
I melt the icy hearts that most people carry.
I am the lion, I am the phoenix, I am RESILIENT!!
My courage comes out of my fear of taking a stand.
My courage is in my own strength and selflessness.
My warm-blooded heart is what cures the sad and lonely.
The warmth from my kindness heals and attacks like venom when needed.
When I return to my den... I return victorious.
Victorious and fearful of retaliation.
The games I was put in made me increasingly vigilant.
Vigilant...
Vulnerable...
Grateful to be alive and unscathed...
I stepped out of the fire...
The fire in my heart is ever-growing and helps my body keep going.
My body shakes...
From never knowing what is around the next corner.
My heart wondering how much more it can take...
Before the fire is put out...
My body is shaking...
Tired of the games that people put me in.
Wasting their time...
They are only building up my resilience piece by piece.
My body just shakes more...
Shaking from the exhaustion, I am put through.
Waiting for the last strike...
Waiting for the death of my spirit, that seems inevitable...
And waiting for a reprieve to spare my spirit...
Ever so vigilant, ever so ready to make my counterstrike.
I'm set ablaze and walk out of the flames.
Unscathed like the fire burning inside my heart.
I'm stronger than the icy touch of those who trespass upon my path.
I melt the icy hearts that most people carry.
I am the lion, I am the phoenix, I am RESILIENT!!
My courage comes out of my fear of taking a stand.
My courage is in my own strength and selflessness.
My warm-blooded heart is what cures the sad and lonely.
The warmth from my kindness heals and attacks like venom when needed.
When I return to my den... I return victorious.
Victorious and fearful of retaliation.
The games I was put in made me increasingly vigilant.
Vigilant...
Vulnerable...
Grateful to be alive and unscathed...
I stepped out of the fire...
The fire in my heart is ever-growing and helps my body keep going.
My body shakes...
From never knowing what is around the next corner.
My heart wondering how much more it can take...
Before the fire is put out...
Monday, February 13, 2012
My Shelter
Spontaneity, charm, and a smile that melts
my heart.
There's this thing about him.
Something that I see in those hazel eyes.
A beautiful soul that shines like the Sun.
How his arms held tight to me in bed.
The way he reminds me that I am beautiful
He's got this thing about him that
helps me the man I want to be for him.
Bringing out the best in me like uncovering
treasure in the farthest depths of the sea.
When he lays on my chest, I feel like
he is one with me.
He hears my heartbeat and knows its
his.
I'm always at peace with him.
Everything about him makes me
view the world through a different lens.
Everything about him makes me want to be
with him.
He makes me fall harder
my heart.
There's this thing about him.
Something that I see in those hazel eyes.
A beautiful soul that shines like the Sun.
How his arms held tight to me in bed.
The way he reminds me that I am beautiful
He's got this thing about him that
helps me the man I want to be for him.
Bringing out the best in me like uncovering
treasure in the farthest depths of the sea.
When he lays on my chest, I feel like
he is one with me.
He hears my heartbeat and knows its
his.
I'm always at peace with him.
Everything about him makes me
view the world through a different lens.
Everything about him makes me want to be
with him.
He makes me fall harder
and harder
in love.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Moment's Reprieve
Just a moment to myself where I can
think about the day.
Just one moment...
Just a chance to take down my walls
in the fortress of my mind.
It is a serene way of letting go of those
who trespassed on you.
It is a way to make you feel whole again.
To be yourself without consequences.
No battles or wars to fight.
Nothing in the world can attack you.
You have no fears at this moment,
No worries, no hatred, no pain.
There isn't a thing you can't do in that
moment.
Once you snap out of this moment,
up goes the castle walls and your poker face.
Strength is all you have to keep the tears in
your eyes.
You are beautiful, you are lovely, you are
always going to be you.
You have the power to write your own
book of life.
You have the power to do anything your
heart desires.
A moment's reprieve is all you need...
think about the day.
Just one moment...
Just a chance to take down my walls
in the fortress of my mind.
It is a serene way of letting go of those
who trespassed on you.
It is a way to make you feel whole again.
To be yourself without consequences.
No battles or wars to fight.
Nothing in the world can attack you.
You have no fears at this moment,
No worries, no hatred, no pain.
There isn't a thing you can't do in that
moment.
Once you snap out of this moment,
up goes the castle walls and your poker face.
Strength is all you have to keep the tears in
your eyes.
You are beautiful, you are lovely, you are
always going to be you.
You have the power to write your own
book of life.
You have the power to do anything your
heart desires.
A moment's reprieve is all you need...
Monday, December 26, 2011
Sleigh of Roses
For a Loving Couple, J.W.M. & W.J.M.
Beauty is in the romance of love in your partner's eyes
when they see you.
The warm fuzzy feeling you get when they
kiss your lips.
Holding on to you tightly
in an everlasting embrace.
Nothing surpasses the love in giving your loved one
a sentimental gift.
A beautiful sleigh with roses of purest red and
beautiful flowers and ribbons, too.
The sleigh made of porcelain so delicate that one slight touch
can break it.
Roses so red that they look as if someone bled on them
with sheer devotion in their love.
Pine and fir to give it the perfect touch
of such art.
A love so real and so might that no gloom
can touch it.
A love so old, that it is
renewed once again.
A love so new, that it shin on brilliantly
like a star in the sky.
The sleigh of roses awaits for you all...
To take you on a romantic ride through the night.
Beauty is in the romance of love in your partner's eyes
when they see you.
The warm fuzzy feeling you get when they
kiss your lips.
Holding on to you tightly
in an everlasting embrace.
Nothing surpasses the love in giving your loved one
a sentimental gift.
A beautiful sleigh with roses of purest red and
beautiful flowers and ribbons, too.
The sleigh made of porcelain so delicate that one slight touch
can break it.
Roses so red that they look as if someone bled on them
with sheer devotion in their love.
Pine and fir to give it the perfect touch
of such art.
A love so real and so might that no gloom
can touch it.
A love so old, that it is
renewed once again.
A love so new, that it shin on brilliantly
like a star in the sky.
The sleigh of roses awaits for you all...
To take you on a romantic ride through the night.
Monday, November 28, 2011
The Man from Afar
Though we've never had a conversation before,
I've always thought you were a very handsome man.
I may only have enough courage to write about you
because the thought of knowing you don't think of me like that would tear my heart in half.
It's just every time I pass by you,
you have the look of intrigue only your beautiful eyes could tell me.
Your firm voice so sweet, yet manly,
melt my heart and makes me want to talk to you more.
Your vigorous walk steady like an oak tree,
but graceful in the way you make it look so easy.
I wouldn't mind you holding me at night
in the coldest winter.
Your muscular arms, a sweet whisper in my ear,
and long-lasting sleep.
There really isn't much I could do unless I
knew for sure you were like me.
Until then, I'll be walking past you to
catch a glimpse of your brown eyes and
hopefully, a conversation to just listen to your voice.
I've always thought you were a very handsome man.
I may only have enough courage to write about you
because the thought of knowing you don't think of me like that would tear my heart in half.
It's just every time I pass by you,
you have the look of intrigue only your beautiful eyes could tell me.
Your firm voice so sweet, yet manly,
melt my heart and makes me want to talk to you more.
Your vigorous walk steady like an oak tree,
but graceful in the way you make it look so easy.
I wouldn't mind you holding me at night
in the coldest winter.
Your muscular arms, a sweet whisper in my ear,
and long-lasting sleep.
There really isn't much I could do unless I
knew for sure you were like me.
Until then, I'll be walking past you to
catch a glimpse of your brown eyes and
hopefully, a conversation to just listen to your voice.
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