(Wrote this a while ago. Thought I’d finally let it breathe. BUT there will be a new edit of this. Who knows if you’ll ever get to read it.)
The 3rd time is the charm
I’m afraid I won’t get to check the validity of the statement.
I’m scared to find out if my time is even worth spending on finding the truth in the cliche.
I’m terrified that I’ll be torn to no end in seeking the accuracy of the idiom.
Most of all, I fear what will happen if I stand by and do nothing.
Chasing the dream.
Forging reality into my own
The worst part is it’s not all in my hands
You weren’t ready.
Might still not be.
So I must walk the tightrope with no safety net.
Fate in my hands.
Risk my heart for the reward
Leap of faith?
A leap of Love.
I was really tired tonight. Early too. Told you good night. Then my mom called. Kinda random. Kinda pointless. Then I was up. I wanted to call you. I didn’t even have anything to say. I just wanted hear you. I mean, do we ever have anything to talk about? Now I’m laying here… thinking… Why don’t I just act?! I could be picking your brain. Throwing random ideas out. Listening to you(r) laugh. But I’m here. Just thinking. Would I have left a message if I got your voicemail? Definitely. What kind though? A quick one? Just a “hey”. Or maybe something more personal. Something meaningful. Definitely that. But nope. I’m just laying here. Thinking…. Thinking…. Why you?! Still! It’s like there has to be something more to all this. Are you still Pam? Or are you Clem? To me, you are both. You’re more one than the other, at times. But you’re always both. Just gotta find the balance. But I can’t do anything about that. I realized this. Finally. It’s YOU! You’re the reason for all this. I can stand up to you. And I can put my foot down. Or I can be submissive. None of it matters. It’s you that gets in the way of your own progress. You need to heal. I can support you but that’s all I can do… THINKING… THINKING! T H I N K I N G !
How did I get here again?
How’d I let my head sink back to THAT place?
All these hopes and ideas
Like I’m dreaming again
Gotta reprogram my mind.
Back to reality.
There you go, druw, thinking you’re somebody. Thinking you matter.
I know I’m someone. I know I matter.
I am the King.
You’re supposed to be the queen
And we shall rule with Love’s divinity.
There’s a place where dreams are reality.
I believe I’m in that place.
Now if only I could make my reality come to life; sooner than later
We will be golden.
New pick ups from the local book store Mysterious Galaxy Bookstore
Hit the cut for my thoughts on my books
I feel like sharing a few things so shit’s bout to get real personal around here. Stay tuned.
It’s not all gonna be about bestia. Although she’ll be all like “it’s always about me blah blah blah I win blah blah blah….” Love you babe! Now hit the cut you jerks.
Kenneth: To go it alone or to go with a partner. When you choose a partner you have to have compromises and sacrifices, but it’s a price you pay. Do i want to follow my every whim and desire as I make my way through time and space? absolutely. But at the end of the day do I need someone when I’m doubting myself and I’m insecure and my heart’s failing me? Do I need someone who, when the heat gets hot, has my back?
Darius: So, do you?
Kenneth: I do.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails. . .
*I always said that I’d read the bible front to back and take from it as I would any other fictional novel. Maybe I should do that soon. No time like the present.
Found this online. With no credit.
I once dated a writer and
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
the important things.
As I’m waiting for the train everything is fine. Once I get off it’s. I’m all wet (c) JP angels in the outfield. The paralleled symbolism is not lost upon me. I checked the weather. Said nothing about rain till sadderday (Ha! Not really =\) but the message is sometimes there’s nothing you can do. Predictions or indications don’t tell the whole story. Just gotta walk into the unknown. Maybe you get sun and a tan. Maybe you get rained on.
Seems like we’ve been through it all already
We will battle again
But will you still be here when the smoke clears?
What happened to love without the fear?
Are the cheers just smoke & mirrors?
Are you hiding from me or yourself?
Love can’t pay the bills, but it’s a whole ‘nother level of wealth
Sickness and health? We ain’t made those vows
Yet & still, I am bound by my word to give you everything.
And give, I will. Until I have nothing.
Fall and I’ll catch you
Used to say that I’ll match you
Nay. I want to give you more than you could ever give me.
It’s not about paying back or owing you.
It’s about showing you.
Fuck the lectures
My actions will speak volumes my voice could never replicate
I pray I get the chance
Cuz it could be gone in a flash