I have an obsession with flaws.
It’s strange to see what
complete opposite
ends of the spectrum
we stand relevant
to this statement though.
I am the auto-tuned movie track
You're the acoustic.
With myself
my obsession with flaws means
they’re always on my mind,
and I'm at all times thinking
about what I'm doing
to make sure that I am presenting
only my highlight reel.
But with you,
I see your intro to ending to bloopers and behind the scenes
and although
there are faults woven
throughout every scene,
they just make you all the more lovely.
How is it possible to love
every bit of imperfections in the person
you chose to get to know the best,
but with the person you know
inside and out without trying,
every imperfection sticks you more
into a spiderweb of hatred?
I have an obsession with flaws.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
Sometimes instead of rambling to the moon you need to listen to the moon some too
He will tell you about how even though he is a famous face looked up to by many
He makes wishes on shooting stars just like us
He has his own craters and shadows;
flaws are inevitable
He is the moon full of mystery and majesty and independence but sometimes he just needs a friend to spill his secrets to as well.
If you just for one night listen to the moon instead of letting him carry the burden of your life you will make a new companion and learn more about the wonders in this world and people and sky than ever imagined
For he has heard midnight cries of pain and whispers of dreams and watched kisses in parking lots
He's seen it all:
Nighttime adventures and secrets, good and bad
And yet still knows more about living a life of solitude and wonder than any other creation
So yell to the moon in the middle of the night when your heart is broken in two
But then sit and listen.
Listen.
Listen.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
‘Twas the night before Christmas and in my hand rests a cup of coffee
The holidays just don’t feel the same now that my daughters aren’t with me
A plate of cookies sits idle near the fireplace
My heart feels cold but at least the flames are hot on my face
But the warmth from the fire does not make me feel much better
After seeing that the plate is not accompanied by a handwritten letter
There’s no gifts under the Christmas tree
No little girls sleeping happy as can be
There’s no one to cheerfully sing their favorite Christmas song
And loudly too, even if the words are wrong
There’s no one to write a wishlist to old St. Nick
Or try to listen for reindeer on the roof making their hooves click
Last year was filled with all of these things
Crazy what the difference of one year brings
There’s no one to even believe in holiday magic here
Or, really, believe in anything other than wanting to disappear
There’s no end to this long night as far as I can see
These past few hours have been especially filled with melancholy
I sit in the dark thinking to myself, how could this be?
This place does not feel like a home without a family
I don’t even care if I have to see their father again
If it means increasing the time with my daughters I am able to spend
I’ve spent ‘The Most Wonderful Time of the Year’
Longing and wishing and praying they could be here
I should stop giving my body caffeine, or at least turn on the light
But I know no matter what, the insanity inside me will still fight
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,….. until I almost spill coffee on my blouse
For a knock on the door breaks the looming quiet
It startles me, causing the heart trapped in my chest to riot
Out the window I secretly leer
To see my sister suddenly appear
She bears a large wrapped gift, and a large smile too
Surprisingly she tells me, “I brought this for you.”
Tears of happiness well and begin to fall
As the grandfather clock chimes and echoes down the hall
She hugs me and whispers, “Now it’s midnight.
It’s Christmas! Merry Christmas! It will all be alright.”
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC