Everyone has a fate....
I could be the faerie in your faerietales. I could be that shy girl at the dance who watched you from the corner of her eye. I could be that tomboy who you used to wrestle with in your backyard. I could be the one girl who said yes to coffee. I could be in your dreams. I could be a lot of things...what i know is I am me.... Mommy, Photographer, Dork, Bookworm, Hopeless Romantic...Larper, Singer, Dancer, Creator of Dreams, The Fires of the Heart.... I won't apologize for any of it
Saturday, September 24, 2011
medical musings
Figured out how to hook the scanner up, though I need to figure out how to scan directly on my computer. I would upload all of it onto here, but hell that's what i have a fb for. Here I will type all my musings not someone else's. have to dig up more journals. For now....pain meds kicking in...sleep beckons
This is me....The real me...can you handle that
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Atlantis sank again
Nostalgic memories, dyslexic dreams, shattered to the utmost oblivion in days to come. Free your soul, speak your mind. If only it were that easy. If things spoken, were done. If things felt, were shown. But then again, if life were perfect would it be worth living?Winter creeps up and if memory serves, it is that which brought us together in the first place. Cold and alone we long for shelter, for something to thaw the tears frozen to our faces. For knitted warmth for our frostbitten hearts. hands reached out and grasped as we shared our dreams., goals, aspirations and life. All on the same wavelength we prayed for solace from the snow that so blinded us. Together we build a future, together we meld the past, together we destroy the bonds that we thought were permanent. And what have we to show for it? But fearful happiness and distant looks of solidarity.. Standing on your own two feet seems so much harder when you're alone. But our paths divided and we took the steps we did to build a better singular us. And as the sounds of those last goodbyes, those final footsteps recede into the forest of our minds, all I know to feel is loss. The spring brought growth and the summer brought the fevered end to what seemed like the most beautifully ironic and redundant relationship a group can perceive. Looking back on it, we smile for the strength we've shared in such a short time can not compare to any
we will find in the future. But as the leaves swirl their brightly colored symphony it's hard to wonder what if. What if things ended differently or didn't end at all and just progressed to a higher level. What if the fights, hardships and sadness hadn't been advertised to the world, but kept between our tightly knit friendship. What of our silent longings and wishes had been voiced instead of being churned in our old souls. What if we had never said goodbye and let life move over us instead of longing for yesterday gone by. As the air cools and the comfort of a warm sweater and friendship are needed. I look to you my friends, my associates and now just barely my acquaintances and wonder what it would be like if we had never forgotten to say; I need you now, I missed your sweet voice or more importantly if we had never forgotten the deep down, turmoiled and distinctly important meaning of the words I Love You
we will find in the future. But as the leaves swirl their brightly colored symphony it's hard to wonder what if. What if things ended differently or didn't end at all and just progressed to a higher level. What if the fights, hardships and sadness hadn't been advertised to the world, but kept between our tightly knit friendship. What of our silent longings and wishes had been voiced instead of being churned in our old souls. What if we had never said goodbye and let life move over us instead of longing for yesterday gone by. As the air cools and the comfort of a warm sweater and friendship are needed. I look to you my friends, my associates and now just barely my acquaintances and wonder what it would be like if we had never forgotten to say; I need you now, I missed your sweet voice or more importantly if we had never forgotten the deep down, turmoiled and distinctly important meaning of the words I Love You
Friday, September 16, 2011
September 16th
Five years ago today I was getting married (Well I had already gotten married, at this point int he evening we were realizing I had awful food poisoning)
Four years ago today my husband told me he wanted to sleep with other people (After we got back from a wonderful trip to Florida)
Three years ago today I found out I was pregnant with my amazing daughter ( And my husband took our son out of the doctors office and told me he was leaving me to go back to Washington...after asking if it was his of course)
Two years ago today I was apartment hunting to try and pick myself up from all that had brought me down
This year, I had forgotten all about the day till I got a Happy Anniversary text.....which was not amusing....I can't wait to throw my divorce party
Four years ago today my husband told me he wanted to sleep with other people (After we got back from a wonderful trip to Florida)
Three years ago today I found out I was pregnant with my amazing daughter ( And my husband took our son out of the doctors office and told me he was leaving me to go back to Washington...after asking if it was his of course)
Two years ago today I was apartment hunting to try and pick myself up from all that had brought me down
This year, I had forgotten all about the day till I got a Happy Anniversary text.....which was not amusing....I can't wait to throw my divorce party
Monday, September 12, 2011
Regression
A hug is waiting
At every open door
But it's not enough
To sooth the soul
Bending
To pick up the pieces
From the floor
Of my shattered heart
Longing to hear
The words
That only one soothing voice
Can provide
My ringing ears
Provide no comfort
To my aching head
And my bleeding heart
Body quivering
Needing to be held
In the strong arms
That she slept in
Soul screaming
Longing for a past
Shying away from a future
Locking herself
In a clear box
Of her regression
Junior Year HS
At every open door
But it's not enough
To sooth the soul
Bending
To pick up the pieces
From the floor
Of my shattered heart
Longing to hear
The words
That only one soothing voice
Can provide
My ringing ears
Provide no comfort
To my aching head
And my bleeding heart
Body quivering
Needing to be held
In the strong arms
That she slept in
Soul screaming
Longing for a past
Shying away from a future
Locking herself
In a clear box
Of her regression
Junior Year HS
Lost
Raindrops
Falling from
Starry skies
The man in the moon
Weeps for he has lost a child
A child
Who danced and played
In the pale moons
Great light
A child
Of joy and laughter
Sits huddled now
Beneath a willow tree
The man in the moon
Looks down
What's wrong there my child?
The child looks up
I am weary
And alone
The moon wistfully smiled
And with all its might
It shone
Brighter than before
Covering the boy in protection
As he slept the night away
Junior year of HS
Falling from
Starry skies
The man in the moon
Weeps for he has lost a child
A child
Who danced and played
In the pale moons
Great light
A child
Of joy and laughter
Sits huddled now
Beneath a willow tree
The man in the moon
Looks down
What's wrong there my child?
The child looks up
I am weary
And alone
The moon wistfully smiled
And with all its might
It shone
Brighter than before
Covering the boy in protection
As he slept the night away
Junior year of HS
Tender
Written Junior Year of High School-
What did it mean
to you
When I looked into
your beautiful eyes
What did you think
as you
Ran your warm hands
Across my face
What did you feel
when you
Pressed your soft lips
Against
Do I pale
in the shadow
Of her smile
Does my place
in your heart
Disappear when she's close
Are my worst fears
coming true
The strength to go on
comes from the head
Courage from the heart
But to move on
and lose my place
Isn't worth the risk
Is it?
What did it mean
to you
When I looked into
your beautiful eyes
What did you think
as you
Ran your warm hands
Across my face
What did you feel
when you
Pressed your soft lips
Against
Do I pale
in the shadow
Of her smile
Does my place
in your heart
Disappear when she's close
Are my worst fears
coming true
The strength to go on
comes from the head
Courage from the heart
But to move on
and lose my place
Isn't worth the risk
Is it?
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