A little poetry never hurt.
Written Sunday February 25, 2007
Dear,
Tell me how you feel.
Look in my eyes,
Unlock my heart,
Embrace and let kill.
Falling into irrationality.
I with you,
and you with me.
Bleed your very thoughts.
No bondage, live free.
Dirty, yet so clean.
Liberated, yet a secret's keep.
Beating, strumming...
Our hearts are thumping to the rhythm of the unordinary.
I am not worried.
My age has reversed 6 years.
All of this with no underlying fears.
I have yet to feel insincere.
For it is, you.
A body lying close to mine.
Holding hands in the starlight.
Under the moon, all has lost color.
"Live with no regrets,"
I say to my lover.
-R.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Thoughts
I guess this is a time that I feel provoked to write. I'm not quite sure how I got to the place in my life, but everyday I am amazed that I'm here. Every day, I feel more obligated to search for something I didn't have the day before. Maybe it's a new person. A new favorite color. A new t-shirt. Just something.
I feel so captivated and consumed with what I can not change that when I eventually move on or attempt to forget and I always end up remembering. And then I'm back to square one. I told my friend the other day, that I couldn't remember the last time I had cried. It had been months. I've been holding on to something that made me feel rage over sadness. I suppose this is a good thing...
Today, I cried.
I feel overwhelmed with my fears and my fate. My doubts that I am so reluctant to call...doubts. God said there is no need to be curious. But I am. I can't help it. It's human nature. But who needs human nature, when you have God?
I am running out of patience. I am running out of motivation. And I need to discover something that inspires me more than the anomaly of life. I need to be impressed. And every day I will willingly wait for this. My mind is constantly ticking. Like a relentless clock, anxious to gear the second hand closer and closer to every minute. I am a constant.
I will wait for what is next. I suppose I have no choice. Hopefully, I pray, it will be what I continue to wait for.
-R.
I feel so captivated and consumed with what I can not change that when I eventually move on or attempt to forget and I always end up remembering. And then I'm back to square one. I told my friend the other day, that I couldn't remember the last time I had cried. It had been months. I've been holding on to something that made me feel rage over sadness. I suppose this is a good thing...
Today, I cried.
I feel overwhelmed with my fears and my fate. My doubts that I am so reluctant to call...doubts. God said there is no need to be curious. But I am. I can't help it. It's human nature. But who needs human nature, when you have God?
I am running out of patience. I am running out of motivation. And I need to discover something that inspires me more than the anomaly of life. I need to be impressed. And every day I will willingly wait for this. My mind is constantly ticking. Like a relentless clock, anxious to gear the second hand closer and closer to every minute. I am a constant.
I will wait for what is next. I suppose I have no choice. Hopefully, I pray, it will be what I continue to wait for.
-R.
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