Friday, October 24, 2014

Autumn Friday love



He brings me flowers 
for no special reason. 
He brings me flowers 
for each new season. 
A scent so sweet,
a memory of when we first did meet.
A bright rosy red,
When words are left unsaid. 
As light as the sun,
A pearl of white,
To shine for me,
As autumn just has begun.
I treasure the flowers 
of each new season.
That his love,
is the only reason.
~

Saturday, August 16, 2014

~ Bird on the wind


Success is speaking words of praise
In cheering other peoples ways
In doing just the best you can
With every task and every plan.
It's silence when your speech would hurt.
Politeness when your neighbor's curt.
It's deafness when the scandal flows
And sympathy with other'a woes.
It's loyalty when duty calls
It's courage when disaster falls
It's politeness when the hours are long
It's found in laughter and in song.
It's in the silent time of prayer
In happiness and in despair 
It's all of life and nothing less
We find the thing we call success.
~

Tuesday, May 13, 2014


Love can be beautiful but sometimes Cupid's bow and arrow can take a very misdirected aim. While often hard if you were truly in love, walking away from a love that will never work can sometimes be the best thing you can do for your sanity and future well being.

One of the most compelling reasons for walking away from someone you love is that despite the love, this person is hurting you in some way.

Whatever the reason, if you're constantly hurt, undermined or let down by this person, you owe it to yourself to walk away. 

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Dear

You have made me cry countless times, made me lose hope and desire. You want me to understand you and be there for you and yet cant understand me or be there for me when I fall. You say sorry only to shut your eyes, turn a blind eye. You think the problem dissappears if you just close your eyes hard enough..

You are completely surpressed. You never say you do Not understand. But you just sitt there completely mute. So I may explain in every language I can. Yet even when I cry, you look right through me as if I don't exist.

Words are just words, when there is no action. You give me no choice. I do not feel safe and secure in your arms. The only thing I wanted was for you to see me, and life to be enjoyable and delightful. But you have taken away my belief that we will succeed together. My eyes are open. The sky is awake and so am I. You have with closed eyes not seen how I drift farther from your ability to reach me. 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Strapped down ballerina


Attempting a piroutte with a ball and chain strapped to her leg. And the waving flag tugs against the wind waving slowly like a ship’s sails the ocean.

Laid down by good intentions.
She saw straight away that the lay was steep. But she fell for it as easy as falling asleep. No amount of talking is going to soften the fall. It's the tilt of her will that will determine the call.
Although even the road to hell is paved with good intentions..

When she says “it’s my heart, not me, who cannot drive”, it’s actually her lover driving the vehicle.

And when she finally yells, she yells at the sky, both for the beautiful scenery, but also for what she’s feeling. 
Yet she does not mean to shout!

Just drive! Just get us out, dead or alive..

Fall inlove vs. Rise in Love



My head tells me to kick it, 
but my heart tells me one more round.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

What missing someone actually means..
It is recognizing the absence of someone from their lives, whether it’s as a result of something positive such as you being away on a trip, or being unable to spend as much time together as before, or the result of loss like falling out of love or moving away.
When someone misses you, it may be an expression of sadness and regret because they no longer get to enjoy you in their lives. For someone with only self-interest it will be more about missing the things that helped Them enjoy you, on their terms. Not about reuniting on a mutual capacity. 

Always be true, spread love where it needs to be, but always be ware of giving your strong Love to someone who will not use your fragility.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

For the one drifting apart,

There’s an aroma of your fragrance. There’s the sweetness of your laugh. There are traces of your imprints. And there are times paused with your presence. But doubt has found me whether you are there any longer.