Glass World

I thought I meant more to you,
I thought I'd share everything with you,
I thought between us,
We had a bond so strong.

But I guess I was wrong.

Now I understand exactly where I fit in.

Now I know I thought you as a world,
You thought me as a speck.

That's what happens when you lie to yourself
That's what happens when you fool yourself.

I quarreled with God

I quarreled with God last night,
Not because I wanted to, but because I had no other way,
My voice found its tone,
My tears found their release
And my bitterness found an out-

I let Him know how I felt,
Not like He doesn't know,
Not like He doesn't care,
But like He doesn't show he does.

I know, I know,
I am wrong.

I know, I should know better.

I know.

But you see, I was hurting.
So much and oh so bitter.

My spirit let it out,
My soul had been carrying it and suddenly it didn't have to anymore,
So I opened my ....... not my heart....
Not my mind.......
My inner me, the one that hides all my secrets, emotions, feelings, thoughts

I quarreled over fits of tears and stutters
I cried out to Him in pain, anger, disgust,
All of me hated all I was, in that moment
So I let Him know,
I hate everything I am.

How dreadful, how painful, how horrible.
Why so much hatred for who I am?

I quarreled and asked Him, why He made me as I am

I quarreled with God last night and I am so ashamed.

FIRE

Wrap me in coals,
Of burning desire,
Soothe me with your soul,
Keep taking me higher.

Kiss my lips,
Burn on them your flavour,
Taste my skin,
Leave me branded,

If I do wake in the morning,
If I do see the light of sun,
I know my world is changed forever,
 I'm a reflection of your love.

Blow at the embers,
Rouse me to burn
Re-light all my fires,
Let them burn bright

Breathe into my skin,
Christen me new,
Let me burn bright,
Desire for you

If I do wake in the morning,
If I do see the light of sun,
I know my world is changed forever,
I'm a reflection of your love

Engulf me in your fire,
I crave your touch,
Consume me with desire,
I'm burning bright.

And if I do see the light,
If my heart beats again,
If I do taste tomorrow,
I'd love to taste it from your lips.

Let it burn,
Burn,
Burn,
Deep on my tongue,
Tongue,
Tongue,
Let me breathe in the flames,
Consume me in your burning fire,

I've come undone,
No longer the same,
I'm burning light
From your fire.

WILDEST DREAMS

The song is playing in my head now.

But this isn't a post about wild romance.

This is a post about marriage.

Well, the anticipation of it.

My colleague is getting married, he is a forty something year old stuck in his ways slightly mean spirited man who makes it hard to imagine harmony prevailing in his home.
He seems to be highly dominative and I shudder to think that if the woman he has chosen to marry is meek and has no back bone, she will be reduced to whatever ideal he has of a wife in his head.

He paces A LOT when he talks on the phone and it kind of irritates myself and my colleagues as he chooses to use our space loudly, objecting to the other person on the end of the line instead of using his office.

That made me realize, when you marry someone, you're marrying their everything.

Those little annoying habits that may at first seem cute but on a bad day when you've failed to agree or agree to disagree on a matter that is pulling at your emotional clogger, those habits will be annoying and frustrating.

Those little quirks you have will stand out to them like a thick red sore thumb and they'll maybe, probably, want to knock it down because, for goodness sake can you stop pacing that damn floor!

So, marriage, dare I say it not even being engaged in the throws of it yet, is a bag of everything all at once suddenly.
Marry me and marry my countless books collection, my endless music collection, my quirky family, my vibrating alarms at an obscene hour and my love for funny memes and gifs.
Marry my aloofness, my cold hearted bitchy ways and my indifference where even if I care with every ounce of my beating heart, I will make it seem like I hate the ground you walk on.

Because, this is reality.

You spend a hefty amount of money on a day that leads to a lifetime of spending even more money on bills, taxes, children, health, food, clothing, luxuries, family trips e.t.c.
It gets harder if you chose to remain two separate entities, two individuals joined together by a band on your finger.

Choose wisely.

Cause the right person will see those quirks on your worst days as a couple and maybe hope you tripped and fell and thus stopped your annoying pacing but, then they'll think of how much you mean to them and they'll stop and ignore the annoying pacing and focus on sorting the problem because they chose you for who you showed them you are.

Only in my wildest dreams will I ever marry someone that caters to everything my heart desires and everything I want.

Only there.

In reality, perhaps my colleague's soon to be wife loves the pacing, maybe it keeps him calm while she's calculating her next move.
Maybe it gives them both some time for them to figure things out in their minds before they provide possible solutions.

Wildest dreams are, after all, just that, wild dreams that may or may not come to life.

And if they do, on a Monday when the kids are late to get out of the house, the traffic is never ending, little Johnny has dropped juice on his white school short, Lisa is mad because she can't go on that date and Tommy's marks are on a constant slope, when the bills are piling up and the taxes have to be done, when you barely spoke in the morning because, 'all I bloody asked for was you to take out the damn trash", that's when reality begs the question, "Would you change anything?"

I hope, my married friends, your answer all the time is no.

No, I would not.

Because amidst the chaos and the tantrums and the bills and the taxes, there is a love that is stronger than any challenge and as long as we are together, I know we shall be alright.

FRACTURED HEART

And those of us with fractured hearts that we allow those we love to break every other day will sleep in a sea of tears abound a bed of a fragile heart knowing that when we wake we are stronger than the bricks that hurl to break.

I love you so deeply you will never see it because you choose to look at my flaws with a magnifying glass that the beauty of the love I have is diminished by your incessant need to pick at my imperfection.

But the truth is, I love me so deeply there will never come a day this fractured heart doesn't beat to remind me, " You are worthy, you are carved in love, you are love, you are, you are, you are"

And that may just be enough.

SILENCED

I've been held down so many times.

My reactions are often not what are expected and met with a harsh reaction.

Be quiet, is what comes to mind.

Don't think.

Think this, not that.

Say this, not that.

Silenced.

Found myself screaming internally last night to myself.

Why?

I've fought too much to the point where emotionally, I am spent.

Mentally, I am no longer up for the fight.

Spiritually, I shall never not fight.

When he says what he says

When he says I want you,

I wonder, how?

For a night?
Rustling in his sheets,
Leaving him breathless,
Satiated? Contented? Spent?
Then it's back to you as you and me as me, no we.

I wonder, what does he mean?

For life?
For a partner?
To fight away the hard times,
Celebrate upon the good ones,
To build love, hope, family,
Success?
No longer you as you and me as me but us as we.

When he says I want to know you

I ask myself, for?

For my mind?
My very self?
For me?
To help me create the supernova I was meant to be?
To nurture growth,
To love the imperfect to perfection?
No longer me as only me but also as the me you see.

When he says he will wait

I ask myself, for how long?

Till you walk me down the aisle?
Till you take my hand and declare undying love,
In front of the church, the parents, the friends, Heaven itself?
Until I say I do,
Until I say I am ready,
Until I say, please do?

No longer you as you and me as me but as us melting into each other.

When he keeps silent

I ask, is my truth too heavy for him to hold?
Can he manage to carry the both of us when I am weak and unable?
Can he understand the mind of a woman and the secrets in her heart?
Can he see through them to the very heart of me?
Can he love me for all my flaws?
No longer me alone but me and him,
Together,
Always.

When he says all he says,
I smile,
I wonder,
I ask all these questions silently.
When he says what he says.

body

It's beautiful isn't it?
I bet you can't wait to gaze at it in its honestness.

You ache for it.

That moment when that's all you see.

No obstructions, just body.

I know.

They are many like you before,
There are many now.

body.

What the eyes and body see,
Can you explain it to me?

What do you see yourself becoming when you see it?

What do you want to do?

Say it-

It is no crime.

But it is all a lie.

While you may thirst,
Crave,
Dream,
Hope for,

It is all a lie.

If you can not connect soul and mind,

All you have is a lie.

body.

Beautiful deception that you are willing to fall into,
Sink into, wrap yourself in,
Satisfy yourself in,
Lose yourself in,
Boost your ego in.

body.

While you colour me in

There's endless lines,
Infinite depth,
A spectrum so bright and alive,
Brimming, vibrating, waiting.

It's as if you could say I have been fast asleep all this time.
Breathing, but not exhaling, not holding my breath either,
Just living.

Not making any effort,
But not not trying either.

I've spent so long developing these walls,
These perimeters to ensure I am safe, always.
I've spent so long living within this self imposed prison,
Allowing only those that I love deeply in.

So when you try to chip away,
Try to gain access,
Try to love me through these walls,
Understand one thing;

You can not colour me as you would please;

Vibrant always,
Happy ever,
Bubbly overflowing,
Sweet on tap,
Caring unconditionally,
You can not.

The colours are there,
They are beautiful,
They are slightly dull,
They will become vivid and vibrant,
They will exude all the beauty the good Lord placed within me,
If and only if,
You choose to let them shine as they choose to.

Not for your pleasure,
Your quest for illusions,
Not your ego,
But for the love you give, that allows them to shine.

So fill in the blank spaces,
Take your time when you chip away,
Smile when you see the shades,
After all, they are becoming because of you.

Embrace these slow, baby steps,
One at a time
Know that soon enough,
When you least expect,
We will be able to colour me in,
Vibrantly, vividly,
Shinning.

Till then,
Be gentle,
Be patient,
Be kind,
While you colour me in.

Sometimes, foolishly

Sometimes I think,
The moon must have fallen on me.

For the shadows are so thick I can't see beyond me.

Sometimes I think,
The stars don't shine on me,

For every missed moment seems taken too abrupt.

Sometimes I think,
Only another fool could love me.

For this foolish mind and heart surely can't be loved by another.

Sometimes I know, I'm not good enough,

Not open enough,

Strong enough,

Talking enough,

Doing enough.

Sometimes I wonder, why does anyone choose to look?

Sometimes I think the world will never see,

Just how far my heart can beat,

All these hopes I hold so deep,

A vast world I could fill,

If only I let my soul be seen.

But I hide it all in.

Take the emotions and pack them in.

Further and further until they can't be seen.

Sometimes I think the fool is awake deep within me.

Because only a fool would hide form love,

Only a fool would hide from truth,

Only a fool would be silent and still

When freedom knocks and asks,

"Please let me in".

Sometimes I think the sun burned me deep,

Scorched everything.

Sometimes I wonder, what fool would love a fool like me?

It's Hard

It's hard for me sometimes,
To act like your expectation.

I have a tendency to speed things up,
Move too quickly,
Start something before its time.

It's hard for me to sit and wait,
Just be.
Wait for you.

To say something,
Ask something,
To make that phone call.

I guess what I'm saying is,
It's hard for me to be passive.
To not be direct,
To not do.

It's not just hard,

It's really hard.

So I'm here waiting,
Hoping,
Maybe even wishing.

But till you do,
I'll sit here waiting on you.

STOPPED RUNNING AGAINST THE TIME

I put your picture in a box of glass,
Watched it as it fell and smashed,
I wrote these words upon my heart,
Today,
I'm not fighting it anymore.

You must have hurt when it all crashed,
Fell apart and hit the end before it played....
You must remember my name, my face,
But I'm,
Letting go of it all today.

I put my shoes on and ran out the door,
I felt that wind against my face, it's not cold anymore,
The clouds they seem to have lifted,
The sun is finally shinning and I'm,
Not running anymore.

I get so crazy when those thoughts come in my head,
I get so lost when I think of you instead,
I'm trying, doing it so well
Yeah I'm not running against the time.

Yeah I'm healing with the breeze,
Yeah, I stopped running against the time.

I put your picture on the palm of my hand.
I watched as the wind blew it away.
The pain I feel no longer wears me down,
Yeah,
Stopped running against the time.
I'm not running anymore.