Simply complicated
Merely an artist of many types. whether in writing, photography, pen and paper, or simply speaking.
When did all of this so complicated Between school and meds and work my head can barely keep up let alone my heart …
Its been more than a min So much time.lapses. I feel like a culmination of myself has caused me to come out of my shell.
But has caused others to become uncomfortable with it.
They do not like that I am comfortable in my own akin and that I embrace me.
I really chalk it up to a person who has always believed in me & has always been my friend regardless of where I’ve been @ in life.
To more friends like that.
falling at the seams, I guess you could say,
Unfortunately,
2years ago, I received some rather daunting news about my health.
as i stare at my reflection now, I find that I am phsically ailing, though my mind is going faster than I can keep up with.
It’s more frustrating than I can keep up with.
It’s amazing how time really is like grains of sand.
Not to be morbid , you know?
Rather, I want to experience each touch, experience, each breath, each laugh,
and really live each moment, instead of rushing through it, like I have that next one.
Because unfortunately,
I don’t know if I do,
So if you follow my tumblr, I just wanted to say, thank you, you have allowed my ramlings, my poetry and me to affect you in a large or small way.
And my thought for you to day is this:
Stop, breathe and enjoy today. Enjoy right now.
I know, sounds very cliche right?
But when each breath, each keystroke becomes labored,
make sure each thought is done with intention instead of without.
Be intentional and follow through.
When someone stands next to you on an elevator, say hello, smile. Genuinely ask how their day was.
Take the time and be someone’s shoulder to cry on, or bear their burden.
Don’t forget that life is too short…
the lack of ability to explain things
is a strange thing
it has become diminished
what it sounds like to me is not what others see
and so lost in translation it becomes and frustration ensues
ensures that something so simple stresses
and those around find themselves dimished
walking away from friendships…
and calling them finished
Though I realize I ain’t doin too well I know like everyone I got a story to tell Spit from the dome straight to the chrome But at the end of the day Kicks still fit and I stand on my own Tone deaf? No, not in the least I put in work over e-ve-ry beat I turn each page like a new leaf see New rhymes and new rhymes ya now..just flow. so come flow and sesh with me..
Seeing nothing more than pieces of what once was,
she picks up the shards that have shattered across the floor
mortified, she cries inwardly
hearing nothing more than the stifled cry that escapes from her lips
Tips of her fingers lingering on the shards, bleeding now where callouses should have been.
Bleeding, just like the tip of her pen to paper
now she bleed due to shards of the mirror and tears hoping that somebody..
Somebody will save her..
save her from from herself..
one of my pet peeves is failure to communicate.
Is it really THAT hard to confirm plans?
Damn.
Al I can say is be concise in your ability to communicate.
If we have standing plans and you don’t want to keep them , then JUST SAY SO.
Will it suck? Of course, but I would rather be told, then not.
I think it much more disrespectful to waste a person’s time by saying yes, I am planning to keep our previous planned engagement.
All you had to do was say, in the course of our conversation, I have found that I do not desire to continue to get to know you.
Oh Wait, That would be being responsible.
And then people wonder why people end up disillusioned…
this feeling of not being myself has returned.
at a loss, it seems.
amazingly, I feel I write my best , at these times.
I can’t remember where I put my headphones, where I place my keys, which to say the least, is frustrating.
but to the the best, makes me grateful.
I was on the way home last night, and found that I knew the way home, but at the same time, I was doubting the way.
I slowed, taking it all in. It was like it was a dream sequence.
The pain in my hands has returned, due to taking this damn Topamax again.
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
Sick If I do, sick if I don’t.
I finally confessed to a closed friend something very hard to swallow.
To which his response was to be flabbergasted and speechless,and only made our friendship even more solid.
I am even more blessed we are friends.
More later.
16 bars To cover the scars Though internally she is forever marred Doesn’t see stars in her eyes Its no surprise Because all she ever been handed turned out to be lies
