Sitting by the river
Dreaming through my reflections
I wonder what has happened
What has caused the distance
We used to be together
Cuddling close each other
What came between our beautiful love?
I don't know, though I wish to
I can see you know, not alone
You're holding a hand that's not mine
Where am I? Why not next to you?
Why am I way? I dont understand
You are smiling to the fullest
I am not the one making you happy
You are glancing at someone else
Why is it not me?
Seeing you after such a long time...
My heart sighs again
Something inside me growls loud
' Cause now your hand runs through his hair '
I stand some distance well away
But the surroundings disappear
When I look at you, I feel lost inside
I wish you back my angel
Vinyl spinning, Aerosmith singing.
Late perky 90s.
Cool bead on bike spokes, lets cycle and talk 'til we are tired then the Viennetta icecream.
Falling dormant in her lap while watching Shakespeare in love.
Early 20s, no rules in loving.
I want an old school love like Lupe Fiasco and Ed Sheeran.
Biking through cloud9 stardust, my heart says I want a love so deep like the 80s's.
Love letters and kisses on forehead and cheeks.
Date night and photographs inside tome.
Hudson ride and talks under a starry sky.
Rumba in the rain.
Chalk-made love signs on the bench. Cacophonic serenade.
I want all the old things back.
Holding hands in the public will be a new chic.
I'll be making a California hotel in her heart to live in.
Rose on her hair, "would you be my valentine?" thing.
A proper goodnight and a pack of Dankaroos and love stares to share while watching the theatre.
The look "you_are_my_world" and bubblegum smell whenever you go nigh to her lips.
Million dollar laugh and pinky promises.
Oversized cupid tees and midnight phone calls.
I want an old school love so deep.
Mujer, enseña a esa frágil corazón a confiar más, a amar a las almas como tu propio sangre. Deja de navegar los aplausos que la gente no dan, dejándote pensar que tal ver eres tú la que tiene una problema. Arranca esa cara falsa que ya agota tanta de tu energía y saborea la verdadera libertad de solo ser, sin expectativas, desnuda en tus imperfecciones.
It's the day the ALCS (Author's Lending Collectors Society) Statement arrives. They collect relevant payments on the Writer's behalf from things like library loans, photocopies of excerpts of your work etc. I'm not one of those colonial wealthy elite types who write and get published because of family connections etc, or middle class and being able to rest in the unspoken privelidge that goes with that. Writing was never a hobby to lighten my ennui, everything is done with full bloodedness (see what I did there ) The books I love and that I've been blessed to write always have the necessity of life in them. So every abundant return for the work like this, makes me say thank you and bow in gratitude to all who have picked up a book or a poem of mine. That somehow these offerings find their ways into people's lives when I'm not the 'right' type of person to be an author, by today's standards and biases, is a miracle.
The books I want to read, the art I want to see, the music I need to hear can only come from the wrong sort of people, the rest is meaningless. Here's to all us wrong 'uns. I'd buy us a drink but it's only a little cheque
Its so easy isn't it, to allow our negative voice to drown out our hopes and dreams. We take on the destruction of our own words and wrap it around us as if it is our comfort blanket.
We hold on to it, dissect it and mould it into our skin until we can no longer separate what is real and what is not. .
How quickly we accept the negative designed to drown us. The voice in our head that scream you are not good enough, you are not smart enough, you are not pretty enough, you. are. not. enough.
How hard it is for us to accept the voice that is designed to bring us back to the surface. The voice that is begging to hold our hand like a long lost friend, kiss our cheek like a lover we never forget. How easy we reject the voice that whispers so patiently in our ear: 'you are smarter than you think, and more beautiful than you believe, go live your dream.'
Happy weekend my loves go live your dreams. xx
From the She's Got Papers stationery collection, "Thanks Doll" note cards.
For your BFF who does the most & never asks a thing in return. She really has your back. Don't forget to send a note of thanks.
Includes 4x6 note cards & matching envelopes and is printed on 130 lb. Natural White Paper.