dream.


whenever you smile
Sunday, July 2, 2006, 12:36 pm
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I am the only person in this world I
cannot see.
You see me
and I see you
but is it true that I have
brown hair and green eyes?
I only know by looking in a mirror of
lies,
the same glass that says I could
loose a few pounds,
work on my smile,
get a nose job and a
new sense of style.
Woman,
some days you just gotta
beat it down, wear a crown and call yourself
Worthy of Admiration.
It doesn’t matter size, shape or total weight,
you’re radiant as a bride on her
wedding date
whenever you smile.
Once, twice, thrice
maybe more,
I’ll keep telling you ’till you learn to blush,
stop staring at the floor.
What really gets me is when you shake your head and say,
“No, I’m really not so,” when I tell you you’re beautiful.
And I respond with, “Don’t you know?”
But you look away
into days past
full of put-downs and haughty laughs
completely missing my compliment.
But it’s not about the encouragement,
it’s just the truth of the matter:
that you light up the room
whenever you smile.

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read aloud.
Sunday, July 2, 2006, 12:36 pm
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judge not lest you be judged,
’cause if I seat myself in that position
without the proper invitation
I just might find the elevation a little higher than before
when I fall down and hit the floor
as my seat’s pulled out from under me
in front of everyone to see.
it’s one thing to judge by authority
but judging on my terms is something I
must learn not to do
when I don’t have a clue
about anything or anyone
not even myself.



reflections
Saturday, June 3, 2006, 7:20 pm
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I know from the mirror that I have green eyes, and from the tops of friends’ heads that I am tall. My hair color is inconstant, though currently a rather consistent brown. Astrologers wouldn’t hesitate to categorize my personality as firstly saggitarius, secondly taurus, and thirdly yet still very prominently, libra. But whatever the position of the stars when I was born, I am today a person not so easily analyzed or locked in a box, though I would not deny the patterns of creation involving the stars or the creative genius of the Creator. I am passionate, and do my best to live passionately day by day in all things that I set my heart or mind to accomplish. I am creative, though watered down, as I don’t take nearly the time I should to unfold the pictures or play the sounds swirling through my soul. Others might say I am gifted, quick-witted, compassionate, and inspired – though I’m sure they wouldn’t hesitate to add that I am stubborn, over-analytical, indecisive and especially skilled at putting my foot in my mouth.



Friend?
Tuesday, May 30, 2006, 11:25 pm
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I’d forgotten what it was like to truly miss someone.

Strange, isn’t it? How you don’t miss your water ’till your well runs dry. It’s so easy to forget that you’re leaning – until whatever you’re leaning on is moved, and you have to rush to catch your balance before you hit the ground. It’s so easy to get so completely and utterly lost in a book or series that when you finish – you feel …wrong. Out of place. Ancy.

It’s so easy to spend all your time with one person, and you don’t even really notice until they’re gone. Suddenly I have all this time on my hands. Though, I suppose that’s not really very accurate. The last two days I haven’t had any time at all. It’s been all work, no breaks, no real down time. But still.

Maybe I’m just exhausted.

My head feels severed from the rest of the body. But my feet are still throbbing – my brain’s still connected. Gosh, the later I stay up the later I’ll sleep in. Not exactly how I want to spend my day off.

But still I miss. I don’t remember the last time I so consistently checked my email. It feels almost obsessive. I mean, really. Grow up. He’s only been gone a few days, and I wasn’t even sure how I felt about him when he left. Am I even sure now? All I know is –

…Friend?

Are you there?

I miss you.