She tells me her problems,
Where she's been
the troubles she's gone through....
And she's putting everything in perspective
Not that one or two point ****
it's more like the thousand plus one kind.
First she starts off simple,
common wear and tears
and it's not so hard to handle.
But then she moves on.
I'm talking that rocket ship type of moving on
The kind of moving on
that can just blow you out of the water
and she holds her head high,
She's strong.
A Warrior.
Maybe not the Roman Coliseum type of warrior,
but if I close my eyes
turn my head to the side
and spin in a circle
I can imagine.
I can imagine my lady Hercules
winning it all
and nothing challenges her.
Because she's strong
A warrior.
And because of that
she learns to fight.
Battling the three headed dogs
the pig headed serpent goats
just to sleep at night.
So when she dreams,
someone else takes her role
as the fighter,
and she's more than glad for that...
to be somewhere she can rest,
Just to wake up and start again.
But she doesn't complain,
because she's strong,
A Warrior
and she puts it all in perspective.
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 3:02 PM UTC
Do you remember the day you said goodbye?
Did you cry your most heartfelt cry, and how much did it hurt?
Did it feel like the heavens came crashing down
and on their way to oblivion, they collided with your heart
and stole it away from you?
Stole it away like that indian giving sun,
and however racist it may be,
it's true.
Goodbyes, if properly done, should hurt
You should feel the pain of amputation,
for although it's not external,
it's a part of you removed, but somehow existing on its own.
Goodbyes, if properly done,
should leave you empty.
Empty like that candy *****
after you finished cramming down your last savory bite.
Goodbyes, if properly done,
should leave you yearning for the future.
They should drive you to return
to that thing that you so foolishly left behind.
But, goodbyes, if properly done,
should inspire you to grow.
They should inspire you to create something new,
something fulfilling.
Goodbyes need to be cherished,
and although they arnt the same as a newborn baby,
fragile, innocent and naive,
you should treat them all the same.
Goodbyes are special, unique,
and even though it's redundant to say,
they are one of a kind.
Goodbye's, if properly done,
should not be done
at all.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 6:30 PM UTC