#day4
An incomplete list
of my modest pleasures may consist of:
unninterrupted sleep at night,
time to lay in bed in the morning,
the coffee machine's murmur,
the odd taste of coffee,
the odd taste of water,
homemade jam,
finishing a piece of work,
swimming or floating in water,
books with appealing hard covers,
good books,
good stories told well,
walking in a park or forest,
cold, wet, spring air,
warm feet,
standing by a river,
listening to rivers go,
looking up to tree tops hiding the sky,
blue skies,
green grass,
sunlight on the face,
courageous flowers blooming,
a hat that fits,
shoes that fit,
clothes that fit,
charming someone kind,
being charmed by someone kind,
first kisses,
eager **********
joyful ***
speaking with an old friend,
speaking with a close friend,
speaking with a funny friend,
being kindly teased,
holding a friend's hand,
good music,
dancing,
singing,
sending and receiving postcards,
completing a piece of work,
rain on windows,
washed clothes and sheets,
showers
flowers in pots and vases
and you.
....
Out of all the earthly pleasures
I believe I want you most of all,
my dear, my sweet.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
If you let me in
I’d bundle up all your insecurities
and create a new constellation from them
I’d shift my whole attention to you
like sunflowers turning to the sun
I’d build an observatory
to verify that stars in the sky
are not as brighter as you
I’d fight to be your gravity
so that you would stay still with me every second
I’d ask the moon to tell the night
how charming you are
when you wink a star from your smile.
I know you don’t see yourself
as worth as I see you
But hey, here are functions of a partner
To remind that you worth a galaxy
To be flooded with your presence
To prove that you orbit in my atom
To be thankful for your holy existence
To show that you are the first snowflake in my winter
and my spring’s first bloom.
If and only if you let me in
and be your absolute sanctuary.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC
I’m finding it very easy to keep up with this.
I didn’t know it would be this helpful!
I know yesterday was a good day, but still.
I’m just feeling like this is very simple.
I know what to do, and when to do it.
I really feel like I’m waking up after quiet time.
I guess thirty-five minutes of rest is really good!
I also like coming out here, just to sit for a while.
I feel like I’m doing what I really want to do!
I just can’t believe how quickly I’m used to it.
I think this was a really great idea to have.
I love this daily routine thing, to be honest.
I also like doing this check in thing each day.
I don’t know what else to say anymore.
I guess I’ll leave it at that for today.
I’ll be back tomorrow, bye!
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
like a boiling lobster,
i don't feel it coming,
i dont see it
before it
hits
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:30 PM UTC
Bitten blooded flesh;
Proof of the demon in her head
that gnawed away,
Stealing days like takeaway cups
filled to the brim with saucy sin,
seven layers of deceit.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC
Slowly you strip me, baring my nakedness for the world to see. Immediately covering my body with my hands, you reach for them and tell me no. You wanted the world to see the beauty that is Me. Fighting the urge not to cry, sink or run away. You exposed me, and all the flaws I try to compress. You exposed me, and read my body like an open book. You exposed me. And for that I am grateful. You exposed me and allowed me to be open, not just with other people but with the monster within. You exposed me and allowed me to be free.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
Read when necessary
Sleep when necessary
Eat when necessary
Think when necessary
Take action when necessary
Get angry when necessary
Cry when necessary
Meet new people when necessary
Go places when necessary
Have good *** when necessary
Have fun when necessary
PRAY WHEN IS NOT NECESSARY
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC
I have dog senses when it comes to people's feelings. I'm very aware of people possessing pain around me. when I talk to someone resignation in pain I yield to them. because my senses can tell me the direction and the quantity of pain but never why. I never know if this person is the pain receiver or the pain sender, but sometimes pain's weight is so heavy I break to it and let my young pup heart attend to it like a vet. when identifying what pain this person posses I either prepare to fetch a solution or my number for them because maybe they just need to adopt me into their life but if they are a pain sender, I find an exit. I know how our commercials end and I'd rather choose to be Iams dog than another SPCA survivor.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
The first odyssey is a difficult one
To step out into the blue and hope not to fall
But fall you will. Usually fast and quite hard
The next time you walk out yonder
It’s with more care, but the result is inevitable
Sometimes you leap off the cliff.
Sometime you inch off of it
Sometimes you don’t even see the edge
Eventually the landings become easier.
Your knees cushion you.
Your arms splayed for balance.
Is it getting easier?
No!
Sometimes you hit every outcrop on the way down
And land in a broken heap on the shore
But you know what
You’ll do it again, we all do.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
"I'll be back," he said to me. Foolishly, I believed every
falsehood that came from the lips I once kissed. Little did he
know that those words were powerful beyond belief. Behind
closed doors, his selfishness had a hold on my soul and took
the life it withheld with ease. Not once did I complain because
with the beauty of love followed pain.
I never understood why I settled with a lie. More than twice,
my intuition told me that he didn't deserve an ounce of me.
That he never deserved a heart that gives selflessly. That his
negativity would get the best of me. But this experience reminded
me that every person has their season and it ends for a reason.
So I have embraced my mistakes, and I will love myself selfishly.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
you rubbed the
grey worry stones
over and over,
that were found in the Chest,
treasured or pandora's box, what else was inside?
patiently losing
kind parts
of your fingers,
massaging
with printless tips, losing all identity, such sacrifice!
the still stones
hard with worry,
until the worry
fell away,
landing and curling
like shavings a
Carpenter's work
would leave behind,
and the stones
began to look
like red and
soften up some
you took it in stride, no pride or boasting, no scolding no holding it over my head,
you never faltered,
you went and
stood silently,
watching me
tire each day
from my new
and advent-
urous ways,
behind me to
remind me
there was safe-
ty in your arms,
tall tales told of night time fictional conquests, lies about lying with strangers!
the pink flesh
you wore, never
turned green
knowing we would
find each
other
every
night
till dawn
and morning
light glinted
of your hair,
your smile,
adding colour to the design?
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC