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Reflections

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Smooth as glass.

Stillness in the air.

You sense the slightest change.

A shift in the wind.

The movement of light.

You show it all to me.

Gentle undulations.

Rhythmic.

Calming.

I could get lost in you.

Watching the light dance.

As the winds move you. 

Just as I settle, you shift.

Rough grit on your surface.

The birds, they flee. 

Bringing me back.

Back from my wanderings.

Back to your side.

Knowing I must leave you. 

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Be.

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Be.

Be as you are.

Because as you are now, you will never be again. 

We are always changing.

Even when we don’t realize it.

Growth is happening.

Take a moment and appreciate yourself from this new perspective.

And.

Just.

Be.

You.

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Opposite Day

I feel as though I am living through a real life Opposite Day. Not more than 3 days ago you reminded me that we are not “together” or “dating”, yet tonight you call me out of the blue and invite me over for dinner and some study time. The show we ended up watching freaked you out, and you didn’t want me to go, but you couldn’t say the words “I want you to stay” instead I was offered “you’re welcome to stay the night” because that is easier than admitting that it is what you want. You are trying to be “strong” because apparently feelings make us weak. I would just like to have a straight understanding of what it is that you want. I don’t think that is asking too much, unless of course you don’t know what you want. If that is the case then so be it, just tell me that. It’s okay to not know everything all the time. What is not okay is to see another person’s emotional vulnerability and take advantage of that while never admitting your own. Again, I’m not looking for a fairytale. I want something that is real and honest. Not something that pretends to care when it is convenient.

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Pink Shadows

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Blossoming

I can’t explain this feeling That’s coming up in me. The best guess I have is nerves For where I want to be. I’ve made a new discovery About myself in him That I don’t want to be with someone Just off a whim I want this to mean something Mean it from my deepest heart But I am scared that if I show this It will all be ripped apart I haven’t had the best luck At letting people in Every time I do I get let down again I don’t know what I’m doing But I’ve seen him in my dreams I know that this must mean something About my deepest me The part that even I don’t know But is blossoming up to see.

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Beginninngs

Beginnings. Everything has one. Life. Death. Love. Hate. Joy. Sorrow. They are necessary for our very existence. Without beginnings there would be nothing. And beginnings we must embrace. As well as endings. The end of a job, To start a new. The end of a relationship, To start a path to self discovery. New babies. New friends. New loves. Beginnings are what keep life interesting. They keep life... life. Without a beginning there would be... ...no end.

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They think because I am single,

They can use me as a play thing.

Like all I want out of the world is to be wanted.

By someone.

Anyone.

In any form.

But they are wrong.

Four of them at present.

Four who think they can play with me.

Two are purely for carnal reasons.

Two could be for “more”.

But no one has paused,

To ask me about my wants,

My needs.

Because I am not important.

I am just here for their entertainment.

How silly of me,

To think that they might have seen me as more.

Naive. 

Someday they’ll realize,

I am worth more,

And deserve more.

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No More “We”

How easily we forget,

That which matters most.

Until it is convenient for us.

No matter what anyone else might need.

I come first.

Me.

Then you.

Even if you’re in greater need,

With bigger worries.

Me.

I matter.

Not you.

Only me.

Until its too late,

And there is no longer a “we”.

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Daisy

He loves me.

He loves me not.

He loves me.

But probably not.

And I have just ruined a perfectly good daisy.

Making a wish that probably won’t come true.

But it can’t hurt to try.

Well, it can’t hurt me.

The daisy…

I always act like I don’t want love.

But sometimes you’ve got to play it tough.

Can’t let them know they’ve got you down.

Because then they win.

And we can’t have that.

I’ve always been the tough one.

The one who never really needed anyone.

The one who couldn’t get hurt.

But lately I’ve wanted to get hurt.

To watch my heart bleed so I know it still can.

So… 

He loves me.

He loves me not.

Who cares.

I love me.

And I just want to share that love with someone.

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Freedom

Freedom

Are we ever really free?

Truly free to listen to only our thoughts?

No.

There is always some other force.

Besides our current thoughts.

Whether it be law or rule.

Policy or courtesy.

Hope or dream.

We are never truly free.

To go where we please.

Do as we please.

Feel as we please.

There is always something.

Holding us back.

Keeping us grounded.

Keeping us safe.

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Someday

Someday I will meet him.

And there will be no words.

He will make me feel like nothing before.

A feeling so foreign,

but so natural.

A feeling I have read about a million times,

but never truly felt,

and never truly knew.

Someday.

A promise.

A swear.

Hell its more of a prayer.

He’s out there,

just waiting.

I can feel it.

He’s just bad with directions.

Luckily I can read a map.

If I just keep listening,

I’ll see the path.

Patiently waiting,

for someday.

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The Chair

The walls are bare.

The room is empty.

Except for me,

and the chair.

This place already feels like home.

It’s time for a new life.

It’s time for a new start.

I think I’ll put up some art,

to bring the warm colors in.

The sun is so harsh,

it hurts my eyes,

which ruins the view.

I really wish that you were here too.

The chair makes me remember.

With the light hanging there.

Just one.

One lonely chair,

with the light hanging there.

It ruins the mood.

Everything was so light and happy.

Now all I see is black.

The black chair,

the black light.

Maybe that’s why I picked here.

Hoping the light would hide it all.

But you can’t escape,

the memories,

that make you fall.

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Home

This place is beautiful.

I wish you could see it.

I wish you were here.

The kids here, they all have fun.

They like to joke and play and run.

They remind of our little ones back home.

How are they?

How are you?

I can’t wait to get to a phone.

Nothing is wrong.

Everything is fine.

Me and the kids play.

As my buddies walk away.

I can’t wait to come home.

I can’t wait to come home.

I’m missing you.

I’ll see you soon.

When I am home.

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Together We Go

The changes are vast.

At first we are together,

On the same track.

Then we slowly diverge.

Making choices,

Good and bad.

We take different paths.

Paths we may not have imagined.

Our decisions lead us through.

And while out lives may take us,

Far and wide,

Or nowhere at all.

We all keep going. 

We fall and fall.

Through time and space.

We fall and fall.

It all seems so slow,

But once its gone,

We’ll have nowhere to go.

We’ll end up together,

Once again,

On the same path.

Through to the end.

So together we leave,

And together we fall.

And together we’ll go,

In no time at all.

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Navigating

Slowly but surely finding our way through this crazy thing we call life. Sometimes it throws some curves in the road, other times it casts the most wonderful rays of sunshine. Here's to hoping for more sunny days.