“Let me sing my song
Don't wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I've been missing
Right here in my heart”
So, sometimes, I write these things that sound pretty cool. I don’t think I’m a poet or anything; it’s more of a talent for word usage.
These things mainly come in quiet times, though; like when I’m driving with the windows up and no music playing; or when I’m in a room with people and I put my headphones on just to get away; or when I’m standing under the shower, which doesn’t happen as often as I’d like – because of my hair. [Insert sarcastic “Yay” and the accompanying emoji.]
So today, I’m just going to share a few of those things with you. This is in part because I didn’t feel like writing this week “to be honest” (according to the second formers I met this week) and partly because I like sharing my written words. So here goes!
“Counting your beauty marks.
Finger brushing your eyebrows.
Massaging your scalp.
Watching you rest.
... since you came in.”
“Sometimes, we find it easy to throw stones (make decisions) because we can rationalize the ripple effects that we can see. However, we have no idea of the destruction the stone causes to life below the surface.
Consider the consequences of every action.”
“See,
You have created the ideal atmosphere for my unparalleled balance, for my absolute clarity and for my faultless direction.
My fear. My majesty. My perfect symmetry.
You.”
“In a world where millions of opinions become the standard for living; I pray that you find truth.”
“In your absence, I placed a little bit of you in everything:
Your voice in my playlists…
Your beauty in my images...
Your scent in my clothes...
Now I must abandon the things I hold dearest, to keep you off of my mind.
No sound. No sight. No shelter.”
“Hey you... They... Their eyes have filled with water so much lately...
They’ve cried so much lately...
In private times... Even in public times... But mastery...
Mastering the art of masking truth...
Practicing holding their breath to hide the fact that they’re suffocating...
Sharing treasured moments as they reminisce...
Covering up the fact that they feel robbed of everything that ever felt golden....
Contemplating self-inflicted pain...
So that they can brush off any further signs of hurt...
I guess life is showing them who the true master of mastery is...
Because something that once seemed complete... And whole... And fortified...
Is now crumbling...
As the water reveals what was once thought to be solid... to be sand.
Oh, time... I still don’t see the worth that you see in me.”
Okay, that’s enough...Lol.
It’s crazy how each of those pieces takes me back to the place I was at that time in my life. I can remember the persons who inspired the writing and the moments that some of the pieces are referring to.
I think one of the main things I enjoy about sharing my written words is the fact that it can resonate with people and help them get past something. However, in the very next breath, one reason I hate sharing my written words is because people tend to interpret my words based on how they’re feeling and project their personal response onto me.
Sweet. Bitter. Oh well.
*Siri, play My Song by H.E.R.”
