Happy was she,
never knew can feel.
Paid a good fee,
pain that never heel.

Night were fight,
that left her apart.
Days were delight,
that staked her heart.

Happy was she,
after making a run.
Paid a good fee,
now had left none.

Beauty was gift,
got many to follow.
Could beauty shift,
which left her hollow.

Happy was she,
by starting new life.
Paid a good fee,
by walking on knife.

Memories and scars,
body had them all,
Many nights behind bars,
her fear were that tall.

Happy was she,
never gave up hope.
Paid a good fee,
never trying to stop.

I don't need a poem written about me.

I mean, I could argue whether or not it's worth it to write about me. I am an original among billions of people but only so many people are going to get to know me. And fewer than that will want to talk about me or write about my life and how it affected theirs.

So really now, what is there to tell?

You can start with what event brought us together...
And end with how you think everything will work out.

I'm giving up my author status for a short time to let someone else tell this story.

Because right now, I need another opinion.

So I'll leave the paper here.
Write what you will.
And write with everything you've got.

I want to leave,
Start my life,
Start over

You are so settled,
Pleased,
Satisfied

I'll never settle here
It's not my home
This is not me

If I leave,
Would you come with me?
You said I'm not alone,
Will you prove yourself wrong?

You remind me
Of you
Before you
Were someone new.

Conversation.
That's how it starts,
Doesn't it, a relationship,
And that's why it ends,
When there is none.

Love yourself
Love everyone
Love life
Love being
On your own
Share love
Share hope
Share happiness
Be loved and love
Cause that's the best!

Nervous tick, like a beating drum, thumping, dumping.....

Pouring, waves, into your chest, waves of pure blue.

And electricity shoots through like a power surge
A fluttering heart cracks open ideas, waves of amazement
And dreams of vulnerability
And dreamers of fleeting ideas, caught in one giant (tornado)

Always a mess, undressed - eyes of green, blue, sage, summer days - wasting away

Are the feelings reciprocated?

Until a physical touch, is no longer caught in the distance. Until a physical touch is mentioned in your prescience

And all your tornados became storms of grey, black, and darkness shrouded your thoughts until you were touched with hesitancy.... with consistency.... with assurance

so here's to our new hearts
here's to our new start
here's to saying goodbye
to our ugly past which caused our wreck
here's to our new and purer love
here's to us -
because it always
must be
us

Les ondes de la mer me caressent doucement.
Je me sens si heureux chaque seconde de mon être
Et j’oublie mes chagrins si divers légèrement.
Tout ce qu’on veut maintenant est s’unir aux belles-lettres
En quoi notre destin fut écrit autrefois,
Où les chemins de la vie sont toujours dégagés
Et nous sommes libérés des regrets, des outrages
Qui empêchent notre envie de partout voyager.
Nous manquons seulement de courage de fuir -
De nos craintes, vexations, amertumes et avis...
En étant caressés par les ondes de la mer
Commençons de nouveau: nouveau seuil de la vie.