Monthly Archives: June 2014

To part

They decided to part
A breaking of heart
The result
An unwelcome surprise

One went forward
The other toward
A downfall
Of disastrous kind

How unfair one said
To lose one’s head
A hurt
Of venomous style

How wondrous said other
To be free from another
An independence
Of gracious manner

So goes the tale
Of two setting sail
A perspective
Of varying sort.

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His beauty

I looked at him.
“What makes him beautiful?” I thought to myself.
I couldn’t seem to formulate an answer at first. I kept on staring at him, hoping something would give me a clue. I wasn’t expecting a sign, after all he couldn’t see me. From where I was sitting I was well hidden, allowed to observe his every move with tender eyes. I had seen him many times before, sitting on the exact same bench. It was the only bench in the neighborhood which was in somewhat of a proper condition. That is, you could actually sit on it without risking your life.

It’s strange though, observing someone you know from a distance. It feels like cheating. Somehow you’re let in to the vulnerable world of the other. The mother peaking through the slightly open door of her child’s bedroom, watching him play with his imaginary friend. Overhearing your friend, the secretly aspiring singer pouring her soul out during auditions, making you realize you never knew she owned such kind of talent. You don’t want to be caught yet you’d like to share the moment with them.

My thoughts returned me back to reality, back to him, lurking in the distance. I don’t think I know what made him beautiful. Maybe he was beautiful because of how at peace he was with himself. Maybe it was his dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. Maybe it was the way he judged no one, the way you could talk to him without being the slightest bit scared of an undertone unexpectedly jumping out at you. Maybe it was the way he dressed in the morning to go off to his prestigious job.

Perhaps it was all of these things neatly yet not perfectly packaged which made him beautiful in more profound ways. Perhaps it was because despite all the flaws he had, for the first time in my life I didn’t seem to mind. For the first time in my life I hadn’t just found physical beauty but I had found beauty in someone’s soul. As cliché as it might sound, maybe that was what love was all about.

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To D

Because you’re too proud to confess
And thus too weak to love.

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The pain

If I could erase your pain
I’d cross out all the mistakes
Make you feel brand new
Delete all the blue
I’d hold you tight
Whether day or night
Until all the brokenness, until every damn piece
Was whole again
And though the scars might still be there
You’d know
I’ve kept my promise
I meant every word I said.

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To hide

Don’t cry, pretty ballerina
Your make-up’s far too expensive
And your tutu isn’t waterproof
Your skin’s far too hydrated
And your leotard can’t be stained
Smile, pretty ballerina
Your ballet slippers fit you perfectly
And your grace will carry you through the pain.

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The beauty

It’s all a matter of perspective
On how you look at things
Today was a beautiful day
I saw an angel’s wings

I saw in front of me
Ten thousand different flowers
All colorful and blooming
Beyond the higher powers

I heard a collection of words
All of love and grace
Full of happiness
Filling each empty space

I hugged a hoard of strangers
Whom instantly became dear
A bond has been created
On a day I had long feared

You see, it’s all a matter of perspective
On how you look at things
Today I buried a friend
But I saw an angel’s wings.

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To love

I wanted to write our love story
Find the right words to portray
How much I long for you
Each and every day

I wanted to tenderly express
Put words on your very being
How much meeting you
Has truly changed my way of seeing

It seems the hardest thing to do
Produce a piece of writing
Which summarizes up
A hope of love never dying

For how can I write down
What words could possibly say
Enough for you to understand
My fear of deep heart ache

I give to you today
A piece of heart and love
For gestures speak more sincerely
Than any of my words above.

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