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robin-russell
F/American Right-brained communicatrix. Native Austin flower child residing in Dallas. Passionate about life, love, dogs, football, writing, painting, conquering fears, and...cupcakes.
Shook off the cold monotone and dreamed of something more Recalled bright memories standing firm on fragile pages torn. In my mind I hear songs that take me back to that place The words are important yet they’ve been all but erased. Remembering days draped in clothing that happiness wore And the praises whispered softly…and the promises we adored. Gazed through a golden goblet and watched the bubbles rise Looked up and thought of you as I searched the night skies. Do you know that I still think of you nearly every day? Can’t help but lean on you when I think there’s no way. Tonight I’ll raise my glass to the sky and look up to the moon Shed the skin of the past because there’s simply no room. You’ll wink at me from that distant star, as you always do And remind me to live with gratitude for all that is new. I love you.
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
Passage of Time (New Year's Eve)
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. Sheba was sleeping quietly on her special little chair And Oscar was snoring loudly like a hibernating bear. I munched on Danish butter cookies and sipped some wine While I typed this silly poem, trying to make it all rhyme. I thought of Christmas memories made special every year Full of love, lots of laughter...with people I hold dear. I miss my parents and grandparents oh, so very much But I feel them surround me with their sweet angelic touch. Especially my mom, who made Christmastime so bright Knowing she's with me always, I feel the warmth of her light. Something I pondered as I played with words to rhyme: "Cheap Danish butter cookies are tasty for $2.99..." Back to the task at hand, before I drift off to sleep (I hope) Heed the words I'm typing, although they're not from the Pope: Be present in the moment with the ones you truly love Forgive those who hurt you (though you'd like to give 'em a shove) Give yourself a break for the mistakes you may have made (You know, that cliche about turning lemons into lemonade.) In the still of this moment, take in all of your blessings Drink plenty of eggnog, eat turkey and lots of dressing Make the most of this one day to be light and not cuss Life goes way too fast...slow down and enjoy Christmas! The End. (I'm also out of cookies.)
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
Holiday Insomnia (with a nod to "The Night Before Christmas")
At that very moment, somehow you know You look at me just so and emotions overload All this time I'm wondering where you've been It's long overdue and I'm longing again. You're the only one who gets this right Will you make this the perfect, restless night? Don't need my dreams; I can thrive without sleep For I bloom when you share your secrets with me Every time I think you've reached my core You peel back the petals and uncover more Just when I'm sure my adrenaline's drained You recharge my soul; like the first time... again The perfect rose, it blooms only once The scent, the beauty, angelic to touch Though the thorns it hides may cause us pain You'll risk it with me; it's worth the gain Take hold of my hands; read into my eyes You're the one who fuels this unstoppable drive We'll get there together and rise with the moon Don't hesitate now; I'm waiting to bloom.
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Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
Waiting to Bloom
I dreamed it, I willed it, that's how it should be That the law of attraction would bring you to me But now that you're here I've got to confess I'm not sure I'm up for this kind of success. You're the only law I'm willing to follow Everything to this moment suddenly rings hollow The voice of your soul commands me to move With reckless abandon I'm ready to prove I feel the need to break all the rules What I'm learning from you isn't taught in school One smile from you and I color outside of the lines, Forget about bedtime and drink too much wine Your laugh drives me to run all the red lights Skip barefoot in snow and stay up all night Kiss you in public, confess most of my sins To hell with sportsmanship... I'm out to win The reason you've come is the law of attraction And there's nothing that brings me more satisfaction That I'd feel this way for you is so unexpected I understand now how my soul was neglected Your interest draws out in me every cliché You started this game... are you ready to play? Ignoring all the signs that it can't be done Rules are made to be broken; that's half the fun Your hand in mine gives me all that I need To take more chances...risk making a scene Your eyes convey more than your lips can say Reflecting the promise of more on the way Supernatural forces are infinitely stronger And I could not have waited a moment longer We were meant to create this breathless reaction The only rule I need is your law of attraction.
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Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
Law of Attraction
I have but three small images of you (Besides the one buried deep in my mind) Two of the photos you gave to me once And one you’d never guess I might find. Those photos, tucked away for me alone Give me hints about who you were then And how you view your life right now I think often about what might have been. When you were such a young and serious man Could I have made you laugh once in awhile? I know I would have fallen for you even back then And skipped twenty-some years of living in denial. And then there you are again at…maybe 32? Mischievous eyes masking a soul easily hurt Would I have used a dozen or more excuses To pass by your office with intention to flirt? I study the last image far more than the other two It’s fairly recent, I’m sure, and it makes me want you I wonder who had you smiling like that I want the chance to have that effect on you. Then there’s that memory that I hold close inside Unlike the others, it can’t fade, because I keep it alive With a lifetime imagined as if it had come true Filling in those decades among three images of you.
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 9:05 PM UTC
Three Images
You won't be comfortable with what I'm about to say How you won't acknowledge what you really need It's not the fear of failure that keeps you away It's that you can't imagine the pleasure of succeeding. I'm praying that you'll come around Because your heart's already true Just take a risk and convince your mind I will accept you at face value. I want to study every single freckle Because they promise more days in the sun I want to watch how your eyebrows move When my hair comes all undone. I'll watch your lips say all the proper things While your eyes can't hide what you really mean They'll give me glimpses down deep inside And reflect on what you're really feeling. I'll touch your nose with the tip of my own And breathe in what you hold back from me And tell your ear what it wants to hear Until I convince you to trust in me. I'll trace my finger around your face Especially the lines that frame your eyes Directing me to the places you've been And the ones I'll visit with you in time. Picturing you now, chin in the palm of your hand Pondering why you sacrifice so much to stay true The universe couldn't shout more loudly at you Just do it now. Take me at face value.
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Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 6:15 AM UTC
Take Me At Face Value
Unlocked the door, back home at last Insanity of the workweek had finally passed, Kicked off the heels, slipped out of the dress Let down my hair; my mind at rest. Unhooked the pearls behind my neck Looked in the mirror and began to reflect Not sure at first what I started to see And then my reflection spoke back to me. "Hey, girl," she said, "Your roots are showing. Don't deny the winds of change are blowing. Wear that façade as much as you like. But down in your soul you know I'm right." That image spoke the truth before I did Getting back to the roots I grew as a kid. In faded blue jeans and bright Mexican tops Bare feet in the summer and a tangled blonde mop. "That blissful flower child never went away... She just hoped you'd eventually come back and play." She smiles at me in the most curious way -- "Hang on to me this time; don't let it get away." You can mask your roots a number of ways But sooner or later they'll come back to stay. Let them grow again in the warmth of the light With your roots exposed you'll know what's right.
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Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 6:13 AM UTC
Your Roots Are Showing
No one's putting me on the spot Except the one I'm standing in now I can see from the edge of reality As far as imagination allows What happens if I step just over the line? Because...I think I'm already there With a hint of what's beyond this gate It's almost more than I can bear. I didn't draw this line in the sand The rules were set before I arrived He convinced me this where I belonged But I see now that it's all contrived. I could stay and color within the lines The boundaries he's placed on me But I've taken the risk and stepped across And indeed the grass is much more green He was busy keeping me within the lines When a force came through from God knows where Then the lines were blown and disappeared And all my senses were alive and finally aware. Now his insecurities no longer contain me I'm putting myself on the line I know in my heart it's the step to take Toward truth. With love. For what is mine.
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Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 6:11 AM UTC
On the Line
Lately I just can’t seem to clear The clutter from my attic Can’t help but climb those well-worn steps Again and again and again and again. Bare feet feeling the crack in the ladder Being careful where I take a step Can’t afford to slip and fall, not now I could do without more bruises. Fragile cobwebs of an interesting past Sticking feather lightly to my head. But the more I try to free myself The more they tangle in my hair. Stepping over the history that made me On pages torn softly, through faded color images In history-scented albums, on so many faces The hopes and dreams they wished for me Somehow, I think…I know they understand I’ve been compelled to start down a different path There’s something up here that I want to find Just once, I think. That would be enough. Tears in warm and random patterns Splashing on top of what I thought Was an ancient layer of colorless dust Think I just stirred it all up again. That baggage I had convinced myself I carried out forever and a day ago Somehow found its way back up here Guess I haven’t let it go, after all And when I try just one more time To clear out the attic, once and for all I find myself tripping hard over you Again and again and again and again. Thought maybe I could box you up And set you aside like everything else That I’m not sure I can handle. But I can’t. And I won’t. Now pull the cord; turn off the light Then take my hand in yours Let’s help each other out of here The clutter will sort itself out.
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Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 6:10 AM UTC
Clutter in the Attic
Lately I just can’t seem to clear The clutter from my attic Can’t help but climb those well-worn steps Again and again and again and again. Bare feet feeling the crack in the ladder Being careful where I take a step Can’t afford to slip and fall, not now I could do without more bruises. Fragile cobwebs of an interesting past Sticking feather lightly to my head. But the more I try to free myself The more they tangle in my hair. Stepping over the history that made me On pages torn softly, through faded color images In history-scented albums, on so many faces The hopes and dreams they wished for me Somehow, I think…I know they understand I’ve been compelled to start down a different path There’s something up here that I want to find Just once, I think. That would be enough. Tears in warm and random patterns Splashing on top of what I thought Was an ancient layer of colorless dust Think I just stirred it all up again. That baggage I had convinced myself I carried out forever and a day ago Somehow found its way back up here Guess I haven’t let it go, after all And when I try just one more time To clear out the attic, once and for all I find myself tripping hard over you Again and again and again and again. Thought maybe I could box you up And set you aside like everything else That I’m not sure I can handle. But I can’t. And I won’t. Now pull the cord; turn off the light Then take my hand in yours Let’s help each other out of here The clutter will sort itself out.
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Pulled up the warmth that blankets my dreams Slipped into sleep to envelop my needs I replay one moment again and again With not one waking answer as to where or when. I’ve imagined one scene a thousand different ways So where is the one who simply isn’t afraid? Who brings to life one dream in original words And shares it with me as it needs to be heard? Somewhere there’s one who ignores the fears Takes charge of what’s right and makes it clear One embraces the longing that comes in the night But lets it go freely when the answer is right. One comes in waves and drenches my soul Then vanishes for days…keeps me on hold Am I one in a million…or one of a few more? Acknowledge the truth and open the door. How does one separate fact from the fiction? With one sheltered life full of many contradictions You hesitate to take just one painless chance When you desperately need that one breathless dance.
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Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 6:09 AM UTC
The One