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GloriouslyFlawed Feb 2013
The idea of my head imploding seems implausible,
Yet as it currently stands, it also seems imminent.
I cannot close my eyes, nor shut down my mind
As much as I wish to I have not the time.

The idea of achieving goals today seems laughable,
Yet as it currently stands, it also seems pitiful.
I cannot grasp ideas, nor gain hold of my thoughts
As much as I wish to I simply cannot.
GloriouslyFlawed Feb 2013
I spent some time today writing up some old memories.
They were all negative of course.
Most of them are memories I hold from when I was of primary school (aged 5-11)
Though some of them were from when I was a little older in secondary school (aged 12-17)
None of this matters of course, I'm not even sure this is a poem - it's not. Is it?
Over 5000 words and 20000 characters; that was the result of the memories I wrote.
It seems so little for moments that meant so much at the time, those moments that changed me.
I'm trying to find out who I am and what made me this way.
I had to stop after over 5000 words because it was tiring, so I slept.
I woke up, and I ordered pizza which I now regret. I guess that was a lesson.
I was sick this weekend and I took today off to myself, just to rest some more.
It was much needed. I think today was productive, if only for the memories I wrote down.
I'm going to finish up all of the junk food that I have.
I'm going to eat the last two double chocolate chip muffins, I'll eat the crisps and the last of the ice-cream.
Maybe not the ice-cream, as that's about a litre which I think is a bit of an overkill.
Besides, I might buy some jelly to go with it because that always makes things better.
I will write a list, and I will try my best to find small ways of doing things that will help.
Sudden change always seems to startle me so I think gradual is best.
This is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.
GloriouslyFlawed Feb 2013
I told him.

The earth didn't crack.
The seas didn't crash.
The sky didn't cave.

I told him this: I love you.

My heart didn't break.
My eyes didn't burn.
My heart didn't break.

I am wondering how that could be.
How could that possibly be?

People get themselves so fixated
On what they hear, on what they read.
They forget, you forget, that none of it matters.

I told him, and nothing shattered.

Be bold, be brave, be beautifully honest.
Tell him, tell her, tell them all.
Tell them those words.
GloriouslyFlawed Feb 2013
This is neither a poem, a story nor a piece meant to share. At least I am sure it is not, so I write it here.
I have the strongest vision of possibility in my mind and I am bursting to share what may or may not be.
Him. I see him. Whether we are deep in conversation or far from it; whether I am outside in the cold or inside in the warmth.
I see him, always. I think of him, always. I have led myself into a state of dreaming and placed him firmly in the story.
I envision the future. What could be but will likely never be. The strangest thing is that it doesn't even hurt.
I am wondering what this is. Most people would call it being in love, yet I don't believe I have fallen at all.
Let alone fallen in love. This is what it is; we are both bouncing off of each other without worry. It feels good. The simplest of descriptions: good.
Are we playing with fire? Perhaps. May that fire erupt and scar us? I certainly hope now. I won't let it and - if that is what is destined,
I will stand in the firing line to protect you. I will let you walk free.

This year my life will change and I sincerely look forward to you becoming a bigger part of it.
The mere idea of going out to dinner with you has me on the cusp of complete and utter delight.
I wish to fly farther than I ever have before, despite the fear that has held me back all of these years. It seems worth it.
Not for you alone, but while that may seem a terrible reason to leave here - accept you are, hopefully, a part of the excitement.
I cannot wait to feel the ground beneath my feet thousands of miles from home. I cannot wait to meet new friends, new acquaintances and new possibilities.
While dinner may be as friends, I fully understand that. A friendship with you is worth the anticipation of 'What if?'
Some may tell me I am foolish, thought I have never disclosed any of this to anyone. If anybody were to ask I would remain silent or at least fight off the silly little remarks that can be expected of the general population.

This is not to say they are wrong to say what they do: to joke, to tease, to taunt the way they do.
I think I am fine with that. After all, what does it even matter? Are they going to play a large part in my future? It's unlikely.
I feel a little blue to think that way however that is what it is. They are my present but I feel I may leave them soon. They may abandon me first.
Besides, they are important enough to me to include them in my thoughts. They have helped my get to this point. I have great thanks for that.
I am not yet who I feel I ought to be but I have begun the journey and I am ever so excited to continue. I can't believe my luck sometimes.
Had it not been for these people, those select few, I would have likely never opened up to you. I would likely have remained fairly anonymous and continued to long for the close connection that I believe we have created. It is a creation I adore.

This is a collection of my thoughts and I felt a little tense about digging deeper. I mentioned I have thought of the future.
Did I mention I played you in my dream once? Purposefully. I let you take me to your favourite place, the one memory that you treasure.
It excites me to think that I may visit there this year, with you as my guide. I would like that very much. If only to realise that dreams are just that - dreams.
Perhaps I will indulge with you that exact dream one day. Though it would need to be after we journey there. I wouldn't wish to place thoughts in your head.
I fear it would alter any possibility of those things happening. You started it. With that remark about throwing me over the rails - remember?
I told you it would be a struggle. I told you you'd need a forklift truck.

This is going well. My mind is unravelling and in doing so I am smiling. I feel like I should be worried, concerned, apprehensive.
Yet I am calm. I am content. I am, for whatever reason, completely looking forward to the year ahead. I have a destination, I have friends, I have desires.
I told you I would write a list of lists that need made. I have yet to do this but another thing is taking priority. Just a few more days, perhaps a week.
The lines are getting fewer and yet I could happily lay here for a good hours. I think I may have to pinch myself over the coming weeks, just so I can believe this is real. I sincerely hope it all goes to plan.

This is bizarre to say the least. Me, of all people, having thoughts like this. It's bizarre for anybody so young to dream so big, isn't it?
I think of all the silly little things I could do there, the places I could do. The people I may meet, WILL meet. There is so much to plan and to think, it's not that far.
Look at me. Full of hopes, dreams, aspirations, thoughts, plans. They're coming before the fear. They're finally coming before the fear. The fear is there but it is hidden.
It is laying low. I am in control and it feels refreshingly cool.

This year my life will change. I'm just saying that again to try and let it sink in. My life will change. For the better, not for the worse this time.
I am going to improve my life, my body, my mind and in turn my future. No longer will I be living in the past. Honestly? I am incredibly excited. The word terrified isn't even coming in to the equation at this point.

This is where my time comes to an end. This didn't pan out the way I thought it would in my head but that's fine. In this moment I feel I can do anything.
I can feel, and I know I will succeed. Here's to 2013.
GloriouslyFlawed Feb 2013
I saw someone once question why it is rare to find a name in a poem.
More than that, in fact; they had the audacity to question a poet.
They asked them the simple question, "Why do you exclude names,
When you quite obviously write about, or for, someone?"

They responded gracefully, I must say, for someone so feisty.
Their reasons were commendable, understandable, and concise.
When we write about, or for, someone we respect their right
To anonymity. Where is the rule that we must always include a name?

I think if I were to be written about in the public domain, not that I ever will be,
Mind you. I think it would be nice. Of course I would appreciate the gesture.
I would of course appreciate it too if the poet took the brave step of delivering it to me first.
I think most of all that would overshadow any invasion of privacy.
GloriouslyFlawed Feb 2013
Why are humans such liars?
I feel such an intense desire to warn you all.
I care even though I'm no longer there. I don't particularly miss you.
I want to protect you, I want you to be somewhere good.
Why am I so sensitive?
I know in my heart, in my mind, that I am neither without a conscience nor the ability to comprehend.
I know in myself that these words are out of spite and out of complete lack of empathy.
I want to scream out, I want you all to be free from this.
GloriouslyFlawed Feb 2013
I couldn’t find anything remotely close to what I wish i could, or need, or want to say so this is me.
Writing it for myself because it’s the only way I can think of.
I’m not even sure if it is right for me to say any of this but I’m going to
Knowing that at least I can remove this someday. If this counts as failing then that’s fine.
I failed yesterday too.
I had a fever and I spent all afternoon in bed, I almost collapsed going to the store to get painkillers and ice-cream and I couldn’t even muster the energy to watch a movie.
I went for ‘The Perks of being a Wallflower’ because the last and first time I watched it it made me feel calm and content.
It’s still sitting there now waiting on me watching the remaining one hour and 11 minutes.
Maybe it’s the wrong movie and that’s why I couldn’t watch, or maybe it was just I was too weak.
This is something I’d normally write on my blog, but nobody ever notices me there.
I haven’t even said what I want to say yet. I love you.
I feel like that should bother me but it doesn’t.
If anything it’s a weight of my mind and I’m sorry if it burdens you.
I’ve told you I care and I’ve told you how glad I am for you, and I hope you get the outcome you wish for and deserve, and it is genuine. All of it.
I’m wondering how that can possibly be. I think that confuses me most.
You said something along the lines of that presumably because I’m a decent human being.
If I was decent wouldn’t I keep how strongly I feel to myself?
Wouldn’t that be the decent thing to do?
Is it decent to even feel hurt that you’re in love with someone, or to find myself considering the ‘what ifs’ or the fact it tore me up, and continues to tear, to know I’m undesirable even though i know it’s the truth?
On the other side, I accept all of those things and I’m okay with it. Why am I okay?
The idea of losing your friendship means more than any of that and I’ve never had that.
I don’t regret anything that I’ve ever done, or ever told you and that is something I can’t quite understand either. I always regret something.
I know time has a habit of changing things and we may cease being friends at some point, but my biggest hope is that that never happens.
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