Sit there still until I get there
Clear your worries and smile
It may be that bad but it will get better
When I arrive, I will sit there with you
We can watch the light shine through our eyes
Feel the sun burn away the tears
Feel the breeze with no fear.
So just sit there until I get there
you can empty your thoughts into a funnel
watch them separate like salt and pepper
see them spin on their own
those problems clearly do not need you.
Sit there until I get there
we can share a laugh
see the wrinkles disappear
see our truth's design
feel the pain of passion with a smile.
Sit there still until I get there
I'll bring coffee and you'll be happy
I'll bring life and you'll see clearer
you'll bring your heart and I'll understand
shame will be lifted
gratitude will be born.
So sit there until I get there
I'll hold your hand
I'll comb your hair
I'll become silent until your finished.
So when I get there
accept me as a friend that you
can paint your canvas on.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Remembering You Are Alive
Don't forget that no matter how bad someone can treat you, you're not dead.
Don't forget how strong you become after someone has broken your heart.
Remind yourself that you HAVE friends and family.
Remind yourself that you can make it through anything.
Don't forget when you have a full tummy, some may not. Be grateful.
When you feel you have falling into a stream of tears and a bush of thorns,
tissues and band-aids are always available.
When you feel helpless, know that you are the only one that made that happen.
When you see nothing good, remember its your eyes that you are looking through.
Don't forget when trust has disappeared, search in the lost and found.
Don't forget, all that glitters isn't gold.
And remember your name, because that is the name every first and last
impression will be left with.
Don't forget how strong you become after someone has broken your heart.
Remind yourself that you HAVE friends and family.
Remind yourself that you can make it through anything.
Don't forget when you have a full tummy, some may not. Be grateful.
When you feel you have falling into a stream of tears and a bush of thorns,
tissues and band-aids are always available.
When you feel helpless, know that you are the only one that made that happen.
When you see nothing good, remember its your eyes that you are looking through.
Don't forget when trust has disappeared, search in the lost and found.
Don't forget, all that glitters isn't gold.
And remember your name, because that is the name every first and last
impression will be left with.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Its like that...
I found two one inch long grey hairs this morning. Right on the crown area of my precious head. I couldn't believe it. I thought it was a myth.
I stood there and just stared hoping my eye powers would magically change the color back to black. Epic fail indeed. I've only been twenty six for two months and ten days. Why would grey hair want to ruin my life? I cannot imagine what is going to happen the next two years.
Am I going to be one of those girls that gets multiple grey hairs before thirty? I mean, I don't ever want to turn thirty. Why would anyone want to turn 30. What's really gross is that your vagina is going to be thirty years old. Yuck right!
Back to the grey hairs. I dye my hair every 5-6 months and so I can only assume that this has been coming for sometime now and I've been killing it with the dye. Now I will have to dye my hair until I get a hysterectomy. Because that's when women start to get a pudgy belly, wrinkles that are deeper that your love and ugly hands. No one thinks to take good care of their hands until they start to look like claws and then its too late. More so when older women grow there nails out and think its cute but little do they know they look like they should be in the woods clawing for food or something.
I've noticed in women that are over that twenty five stage that the shoes they start to wear are terrible. Why do you women need to wear shoes that let your toes hang almost over them that you could grip the tip of your shoe with those ugly ass toes? Huh?
I mean when a women puts on open toed shoes she better be able to stand in them and see the top bottom soul of the of her shoe. We already have two hands we do not need another pair! No one likes to see your toes gripping your shoes like their holding on for their lives. Hello!
Slouching is a killer. I saw a women walking to her desk yesterday and she had the cutest outfit on and cute hair. When she sat at her desk she slouched and that flat belly turned to 4 months prego belly. It was gross. Men don't want to see that shit. Even if you aren't single. You are putting your self into a category. The "dude, she's a Mona Lisa kind", you know that category - looks good from afar but get it up close and well its not so pretty anymore.
Why you ask? Because men do the same thing to us as we do to them. We have the "paper bag boy" category and well they have the "dude, she's a Mona Lisa kind" category.
So what does my two grey hairs have to do with all this. Hormones. Can't live with them, can't live without them
I stood there and just stared hoping my eye powers would magically change the color back to black. Epic fail indeed. I've only been twenty six for two months and ten days. Why would grey hair want to ruin my life? I cannot imagine what is going to happen the next two years.
Am I going to be one of those girls that gets multiple grey hairs before thirty? I mean, I don't ever want to turn thirty. Why would anyone want to turn 30. What's really gross is that your vagina is going to be thirty years old. Yuck right!
Back to the grey hairs. I dye my hair every 5-6 months and so I can only assume that this has been coming for sometime now and I've been killing it with the dye. Now I will have to dye my hair until I get a hysterectomy. Because that's when women start to get a pudgy belly, wrinkles that are deeper that your love and ugly hands. No one thinks to take good care of their hands until they start to look like claws and then its too late. More so when older women grow there nails out and think its cute but little do they know they look like they should be in the woods clawing for food or something.
I've noticed in women that are over that twenty five stage that the shoes they start to wear are terrible. Why do you women need to wear shoes that let your toes hang almost over them that you could grip the tip of your shoe with those ugly ass toes? Huh?
I mean when a women puts on open toed shoes she better be able to stand in them and see the top bottom soul of the of her shoe. We already have two hands we do not need another pair! No one likes to see your toes gripping your shoes like their holding on for their lives. Hello!
Slouching is a killer. I saw a women walking to her desk yesterday and she had the cutest outfit on and cute hair. When she sat at her desk she slouched and that flat belly turned to 4 months prego belly. It was gross. Men don't want to see that shit. Even if you aren't single. You are putting your self into a category. The "dude, she's a Mona Lisa kind", you know that category - looks good from afar but get it up close and well its not so pretty anymore.
Why you ask? Because men do the same thing to us as we do to them. We have the "paper bag boy" category and well they have the "dude, she's a Mona Lisa kind" category.
So what does my two grey hairs have to do with all this. Hormones. Can't live with them, can't live without them
Monday, November 22, 2010
♫ It's raining it's pouring...♫♪
When it begins to rain it also pours. But into who's eyes? How you perceive the rain is how you perceive your life. It might be raining, and it may begin to pour, but would your instinct be to reach for an umbrella? Would your thoughts suddenly arise out of the black sand and read, I don't want to get wet? Most likely so...
So when they say 'when it rains, it pours' consider the fact that could have been said by the man who went to the store to grab some groceries and when it began to rain, in his perspective - it began to pour only because he had groceries in his hand and no umbrella? Maybe.
When you come to a place in your life and start to tell yourself that when it rains it pours, think about what you have to protect yourself against the pouring rain.
So when they say 'when it rains, it pours' consider the fact that could have been said by the man who went to the store to grab some groceries and when it began to rain, in his perspective - it began to pour only because he had groceries in his hand and no umbrella? Maybe.
When you come to a place in your life and start to tell yourself that when it rains it pours, think about what you have to protect yourself against the pouring rain.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Damaged Goods
A broken life can never live a normal one. Trying to complicates things. Like trying to wake up everyday and feeling like you're drowning in a life that you shouldn't have. A life that may belong to someone else. Yes, you may have had a good life and everything was fine then something comes in the middle of it and next thing you know you are all alone again.
Sometimes alone is all you may know and no matter how many times you try to put yourself out there, all it does is make you sad. And being sad should not be the emotion that controlls you. And crying shouldn't be the wheel to your life but you find your self being steered by it. It's hard to let go and find peace.
Then you remember why you tried to find piece and then you find out why its out of the question.
There's no reason, no plan for you to try harder. At least that is how it seems. You can't be with someone that has deep scars. If they're closed, there bound to open all over again. Those scars are always left to leave you talking about them. They never go away.
Sometimes you wish you could sleep all day and life took place in your dreams but you can't escape reality. It follows you even when you're sleeping. It's there waiting for you once you wake up, get dressed and go to work. There's no escaping.
You can sit an stare at a wall for hours and not realize its been more than twenty minutes. Because what happens is that wall starts to turn into a window with the people you know, the place you work, the things you like. And they start taking action and soon or later things start to make sense then they don't and that's when you start to questions things.
Then once the questions appear, everything else starts to fade out. Now you have hundreds of your problems staring at you. Sooner or later that's when the tears play there part and you just want to sleep.
But the great thing about that wall, is that the problems are there but they can't talk and they can't move. The first long blinks then their gone and its just a white wall again until another episode.
Sometimes alone is all you may know and no matter how many times you try to put yourself out there, all it does is make you sad. And being sad should not be the emotion that controlls you. And crying shouldn't be the wheel to your life but you find your self being steered by it. It's hard to let go and find peace.
Then you remember why you tried to find piece and then you find out why its out of the question.
There's no reason, no plan for you to try harder. At least that is how it seems. You can't be with someone that has deep scars. If they're closed, there bound to open all over again. Those scars are always left to leave you talking about them. They never go away.
Sometimes you wish you could sleep all day and life took place in your dreams but you can't escape reality. It follows you even when you're sleeping. It's there waiting for you once you wake up, get dressed and go to work. There's no escaping.
You can sit an stare at a wall for hours and not realize its been more than twenty minutes. Because what happens is that wall starts to turn into a window with the people you know, the place you work, the things you like. And they start taking action and soon or later things start to make sense then they don't and that's when you start to questions things.
Then once the questions appear, everything else starts to fade out. Now you have hundreds of your problems staring at you. Sooner or later that's when the tears play there part and you just want to sleep.
But the great thing about that wall, is that the problems are there but they can't talk and they can't move. The first long blinks then their gone and its just a white wall again until another episode.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Only Time Can Tell
I love it when everything seems to be going right and you are on cloud 9. That is when time flies by. Seems like the days are shorter even in the summer when they technically are supposed to be longer. Feels like the time doesn't notice any one else but you when you are enjoying life.
I hate it when everything is going wrong and the time seems to slow down. Like it knows that you are in trouble or pain and its getting its pleasure from you. I know this is all in mu head, but when shit is going wrong all you know how to do is watch the time and count the days.
The past few weeks my mind has taken a turn and its caused body aches and pain in my brain. My mood has changed ten different times this weekend, I don't want to eat but I can sure sleep all day.
I hope this phase of what whatever-ness will go away soon so I can go back to living a normal life.
I hate it when everything is going wrong and the time seems to slow down. Like it knows that you are in trouble or pain and its getting its pleasure from you. I know this is all in mu head, but when shit is going wrong all you know how to do is watch the time and count the days.
The past few weeks my mind has taken a turn and its caused body aches and pain in my brain. My mood has changed ten different times this weekend, I don't want to eat but I can sure sleep all day.
I hope this phase of what whatever-ness will go away soon so I can go back to living a normal life.
Monday, September 6, 2010
That Boy...
A boy found her in a world with billions of people in it, and just saw her. He saw her in a crowded place, and all he knew was the look on her face. All he knew is that she was there and so was he. Of all the places she could be, that's where she choose.
Of all the doubt she has ever carried, she chose to see that boy again. To see a boy that had found her in a world with billions of people. She followed his words and hung by them every time that boy made her smile.
That boy, that one boy in all this world found a piece of love inside his heart. He gave that love to this one girl. And after all this time, after all these years, that piece of love fit right into that small piece in her heart.
It helped her grow and when it did, it shown that boy all that he could do. And so he decided to give her more until her heart learned to dance.
That's when she knew that this one boy that found her in this world with billions of people in it, was meant for something.
So she decided that this one boy was worth all her love and all her life.
Of all the doubt she has ever carried, she chose to see that boy again. To see a boy that had found her in a world with billions of people. She followed his words and hung by them every time that boy made her smile.
That boy, that one boy in all this world found a piece of love inside his heart. He gave that love to this one girl. And after all this time, after all these years, that piece of love fit right into that small piece in her heart.
It helped her grow and when it did, it shown that boy all that he could do. And so he decided to give her more until her heart learned to dance.
That's when she knew that this one boy that found her in this world with billions of people in it, was meant for something.
So she decided that this one boy was worth all her love and all her life.
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