Just My Perspective...
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Sun vs. Moon
When the sun wakes
We too are compelled to wake
Then I may see the sunshine light up your face
And the crinkled corners of your eyes from your smile
But what if we wake when the moon wakes
So that I might see your face
Basking in the translucent light of the moon
So that I might see you in a new light
And chase your shadows in the dark
I wouldn’t mind that at all
If was stayed up with the moon
So that we might discover something there
Something that we hadn’t seen before
So maybe now I’ll go to bed when the sun wakes
So that I might see your face
In the glow of the moon
And see the crinkled corners of your eyes from your smile
In that translucent light of the moon
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What I Am
My mother called me a nut and I laughed it off saying, “well, I am your daughter, so I am what you’ve made me.” But is that true? Am I the consequence of what my mother has intended? I should think not, for if I was, I would be a lot more accepting of the circumstances that I have so blindly been thrown into for my entire life. So there it is, the lie I so innocently conveyed to my mother, one that may or may not rest on her conscience, but will definitely weigh on mine. I have unintentionally put into her head that all of my failures can be attributed to the way she raised me. My being a disappointment a direct result of her teachings. How incredibly deceitful of me. I know all of this to be untrue. I am what I’ve made myself out to be. And yet, this is probably exactly what needed to be said. And now I’m just rambling.
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Musings of a Small Town Girl
____ only kissed _____ on the mouth because _____ ______ told him to do it.
I only had an inkling of the want to kiss him on the mouth because
he gave me the idea to think it.
Then the thought began to consume my mind
And it became more than just about a kiss
And more about…
Just something more.
I giggled at some of the thoughts; I think I set myself
Up for disappointment.
Why do we do that to ourselves?
Fill our heads with unattainable,
Unrealistic expectations that will be our downfall.
Then I thought about the things that I once had,
And I remembered what it was like to feel that way.
The way you’re so happy you think that you could burst.
Those aren’t bad thoughts at all.
But they’re not exactly what should be occupying my mind.
Or are they?
There’s a funny fine line between growing up
And then being grown up.
Where does one end and where does the other begin?
Oh, the things that cross my mind.
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I AM SO EXCITED! I am a huge LOTR fan, and I’m not in the least bit ashamed of it. I totally geek out over it. This is going to be the shit, I know it.
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Something I Just Learned
Apparently my mother writes a lot of poetry. Other people have said that she is quite a master at it. I can only hope to come close to the standards that she has set. It just runs in the family, I guess.
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Never Going Back
I’m not trying to find a place
In your bullshit hierarchy;
I don’t even want to be kept
Within your grasp again.
The way you choked individuality,
Sucked out creativity
And shoved “morals” down throats.
I remember the time moving slow
Bringing upon an impending doom.
Too many girls with too little clothing
And faces covered in pounds of makeup.
Beauty, you say?
You destroyed it.
You deformed it.
You defaced it.
Guys walk around like they’re the face of the place,
Jaded enough to think that they’re the best anyone
Could be.
Stomping on other people,
Crushing dreams,
Feeling no mercy.
Maybe this is what’s on top
In this hell hole,
A cage with iron bars to prove it,
But I’ve seen more.
I can be more.
I can do more.
There is so much more to life than this.
There has to be.
And I have to keep believing that.
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Gaslighting: You are not "crazy"
An interesting read, and one that in my opinion is an important read. It’s amazing how some things are so conditioned into our society that we no longer think them through or realize what we’re doing. “The first problem for all of us, men and women, is not to learn, but to unlearn.”
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Why, hello
Hey there, I love you
I feel it deep within
Hey there, I miss you
I think I see you in my dreams
Hey there, I need you
I don’t know why, but I know it’s true
Hey there, I think about you often
You creep into my mind when I’m unaware
Hey there, I found you
I found you when I couldn’t even find myself
Hey there, I know you
I know those secrets you won’t speak
Hey there, I’ll save you
I’ll save you because you saved me
Hey there, I love you
Do you love me too?
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A letter to you, but for me.
I sat down to write
And the words came faster than
I had expected; faster than one
Could have predicted; faster than
My mouth could have spoke them.
Sometimes when I write I smile really big, and
Sometimes I crinkle my forehead. Sometimes,
The idea dies out, but then
Sometimes it grows. It will
Take root, grab a hold of me and
Never let me go.
I get frustrated trying to find the words
That feel right; I get angry when
The words don’t come out right.
But at the end of it all I feel more like me.
Just oh so much more free.
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Something To Call My Own
The autumn leaves crackled underneath our hurried
footsteps as we rushed to find
a secret place to call our own.
The sharp, chill wind bit at
our necks, our cheecks flushing a rosy red -
perhaps due to more than just the cold.
You laughed a breathy laugh
As I tripped trying to catch you
You put out your arm to catch me instead
We ended up catching each other
Our fingers touched
Electricity shot through us
The moment so fast
But I saw it so slow
And this was all ours
No one watching us, telling us what to do
In that moment, feeling so alive
You brought your lips to my ear
Whipsered
“Come get me”
As you began running down that path
Your smile stretching straight across your face
And I knew I would chase after you
Chase you because it made me happy
Chase you because I wanted to make you happy
Chase you until you were mine
Chase you to the end of time.
