So Humble.
san o
Thursday, February 24, 2011
ohhhh
if i am on the nose = feeling butterflies
like its your first real kiss with a new wonderful person.
holding in the barrel=being touched and held the same person you have wanted/had for so long
sitting between sets = meditating, appreciating, loving
sitting on the beach watching the sunset with your board on your feet= finding love
with yourself.
i love words, they are my manipulation. i control where i place them. how i want them. what to sound like.
noone understands but me. and there are no rules.
just like surfing.
i want salt.
i want numb toes.
i want to be rooted for catching MY own wave,
i want to surf.
like its your first real kiss with a new wonderful person.
holding in the barrel=being touched and held the same person you have wanted/had for so long
sitting between sets = meditating, appreciating, loving
sitting on the beach watching the sunset with your board on your feet= finding love
with yourself.
i love words, they are my manipulation. i control where i place them. how i want them. what to sound like.
noone understands but me. and there are no rules.
just like surfing.
i want salt.
i want numb toes.
i want to be rooted for catching MY own wave,
i want to surf.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
when i get away...
theres the first thought when i wake,
that smell, still lingers on his shirt
that hope that my hand will reach that side of the pillow
and he'll be there.
just sometimes.
and other times I stand tall,
i feel water fall over my eyes, my hair dropping besides my cheeks and i feel strong
im alone and my feet are flat.
i stare at the grooves in which his hands used to rest
and i put mine there
knowing i will at least take his place.
just me
and everything is alright
i accept its gone
but then the storm sneaks upon me
clouding all Ive made strong and just pours down on me and washes away my strength
every time i go away i come back
i come back a little less.
i love.
i loved
i break
and i try to stay so far from returning.
and i get stuck
i run only so far away and then i get trapped again.
but i pull my boots out of the mud
ill run barefoot farther.
ill escape this pain.
i will not burden myself with this circle.
no expectations.
that smell, still lingers on his shirt
that hope that my hand will reach that side of the pillow
and he'll be there.
just sometimes.
and other times I stand tall,
i feel water fall over my eyes, my hair dropping besides my cheeks and i feel strong
im alone and my feet are flat.
i stare at the grooves in which his hands used to rest
and i put mine there
knowing i will at least take his place.
just me
and everything is alright
i accept its gone
but then the storm sneaks upon me
clouding all Ive made strong and just pours down on me and washes away my strength
every time i go away i come back
i come back a little less.
i love.
i loved
i break
and i try to stay so far from returning.
and i get stuck
i run only so far away and then i get trapped again.
but i pull my boots out of the mud
ill run barefoot farther.
ill escape this pain.
i will not burden myself with this circle.
no expectations.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
memories.
her mind, keeps going
still unwilling to move
this spot, this home...was her stability
her hope for a new beginning.
tomorrow decides the fate for a new home.
she screams "UNIVERSE! STOP MAKING ME ROAM"
god this ache in side her
unknowing where to go.
every minute...feeling more and more alone
I need to go and leave. but her masterplan has placed her here
made it unbearable to move, her dream a heavy stone
perhaps this is it. this is stable. this one plan.
the earth her home.
not a webster, can define this "home" for her.
a roof, has no sentimentality, and tangible items so easily get lost.
get gone. move.
this earth my home.
this is the truth!
still unwilling to move
this spot, this home...was her stability
her hope for a new beginning.
tomorrow decides the fate for a new home.
she screams "UNIVERSE! STOP MAKING ME ROAM"
god this ache in side her
unknowing where to go.
every minute...feeling more and more alone
I need to go and leave. but her masterplan has placed her here
made it unbearable to move, her dream a heavy stone
perhaps this is it. this is stable. this one plan.
the earth her home.
not a webster, can define this "home" for her.
a roof, has no sentimentality, and tangible items so easily get lost.
get gone. move.
this earth my home.
this is the truth!
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