Our happy sails.
You are at the top
of my list.
were not ready
Imploded – exploded.
Too many lefts
That were never right
Too much of us
And the light shone too bright.
Now that we are gone
We are existing again
Now that we are apart
We can grow again
Now that this page is written
Our story is complete
Now that our hearts beat out of tune
We need to write new songs.
If I fall
I will rise
If I feel buried
I am actually planted
If I am in the dark
I am facing the light
I am your star
In broad daylight
I am your sun
If I am asleep
You are awake in my dreams
When I am cold
You are my heat.
Fallen angel –
We were caught.
Please don’t touch the sore spots on my soul. I will bleed you out of my system and I am not ready yet.
For one night, I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.
For never. Forever.
For life; I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.
If you look at me, please see me. If you see me for the person that I am, please love me.
If you listen to me, please hear me. If you hear my words, please understand them.
If you want me, don’t hold back. If you don’t hold back, I will be all yours.
This is actually no fiction. This is all me in my most vulnerable state. I am afraid to be invisible, invaluable, used…
Release your grip from my heart
You’re crushing me
Not stopping until I fall apart.
Release your power over me
I’m not a puppet on a string
I can’t find happiness on my knees.
Release me. Release me. Release me.
Set me free.
I work in a job where we are sent to trainings twice a year. Today I spent an entire day in training. We were a group of sixteen strangers. The training was about self-conception, our effect on the parents, and the use of verbal and nonverbal communication.
One exercise this morning was very uplifting. A stranger sat across from us. Facing one another, the stranger had one minute to compliment me. This was done twice. So… I had two minutes of compliments today and also gave two minutes of compliments.
Here are some things these strangers said to me which left an impact (or got me thinking). One man and one woman made these statements.
- There is something mysterious about you
- Very open and welcoming
- Bright smile
- Beautiful eyes
- Curvy (yes… That too was meant to be a compliment)
- I feel safe and accepted just sitting face to face with you
- Very high tolerance for everyone, regardless of gender or anything else
- Available to your friends
- We could talk for hours on end if we met for a drink
- At ease with yourself
- There for your friends
- You seem to be a person with a positive attitude who can find a solution to every problem
- Would love to work with you
- Beautiful when you smile
These are the ones I remember. The ‘you’ is me, of course. These things were said to me by people who I had never met before. It’s incredible how uplifting this exercise was. And, I recognise myself in the things they said, too.
I do want to add though: what is mysterious about me? Can anyone explain this to me? I’ve been told this more than once and I don’t know what to make of it.
Also, try to pay compliments to a stranger for an entire minute. It’s long…
Anyway, this made my day and I wanted to share.
But not broken
But not bleeding
But not smiling
But not crying
But not speaking
But not hiding
But not them
But not there
But not inside
But filled with emotions
But not sleeping
But full of passion
But not when you are there.
I felt your kisses and wanted more
But there was blood on your hands
You killed my heart and buried my soul.
No one will have me after we are through
And while I was damaged when we met
I am broken now that you left.
I look at the approaching pavement;
You killed me with your love.
I should not have given in to sin
But I was weak
For you, I would have been everything
I am gone.
This love has died
But there will be redemption and I will be born again.
Shiny and new,
And not there for you.
There was a moment when all she ever wanted was to be remembered. Now, she began to wonder if being forgotten wasn’t a better choice. Remembering someone was too often linked with painful thoughts. She wanted more for the people she loved. They deserved better than her.
Cast them out
Don’t allow them into our circle
They will infect our perfect world with imperfections.
What’s wrong with me?
Who made me this kind of wrong?
Why can’t my thoughts be less wrong?
Will I ever learn how not to be wrong?
I was wrong for too long.
It left me raw.
In their eyes my kind of wrong will never be right.
Turn life off. This is all wrong.
I’m just too proud about this one not to share.
I remember this story very well. I saw the movie ‘Once’ with Glen Hansard and felt inspired. It took me only two hours to write. From the start, I was drawn to that character and when the readers had nothing but praise for the Busker, I knew that I wrote a gem. What touches me about this comment here is that it feels as if I have made an impact. With my words and my imagination. It’s just an amazing feeling.
Link (of an unedited version – there are a couple of typos left in this one):
I cried myself to sleep last night. And when I woke up this morning, the tears were back too.
I’m on my own. Please, tell me it’s not over.
My heart is breaking and every emotion it had carefully locked in, is spilling out of my eyes.
Throw me a line. Please, tell me it’s not over.