Relationships can be trivial, especially when we are left to our own conclusions. We are are most likely to be left to speculation when the relationship is new.
Old friends write off a lot of behaviors because they are familiar and know the other will come back around.
But how about the new baby of a relationship? Well, it has to be nurtured. We nurture what we want to grow strong.
Relationships are plants and babies and new plants and babies need food more often in the beginning.
If one needs space, that’s okay.
Overreaction might scare off someone. And if it does, that’s okay.
One should never be ashamed of who they are or how they feel.
We are to deal with what we’re given and choose what to do with it. Do we accept or deny it?
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Either way, we’re not wrong and perhaps, we’re just not compatible.
The passing thought that bears a rhyme
Grabs my pen and writes on line.
All words arrange as though
Their marriage forms the perfect flow
And just by luck they, or seemingly so
Deliver a deadly blow.
A writer, a rhymer hopes for this
And just out of his hat, a random trick
A gift to some, a conquer for more
Letter by letter, language is born.
I wish I didn’t
aim to please
wish I didn’t
Wish I didn’t seek harmony
I wish there were better words
and better worlds
and better things
to keep me
I wish I didn’t need
to be shown
to be told
I wish I knew and
it was all
I wish I didn’t
need to think
or need to write
Wish we didn’t fight
or kill animals
I wish my mind
stayed on track
I wish I didn’t get worked up
I wish I had some icecream
now lunch is over.
While eating lunch, I’m reading writings categorized as Philosophy and Religion. These two things are of interest to me.
So, naturally after reading I become engaged in opinion. Isn’t that really what philosophy is- exaggerated expression, explained to a convincing, finalizing point later to be argued, challenged, condensed, consumed, contemplated and/or exposed.
The challenge is the make the realization so solid that it cannot be torn down. The idea must not contain any loopholes of doubt and no soft spots for questioning. That’s when an idea becomes fact. Is it not?
Suppose an exaggerated expression was never stated or stated but never challenged, it is a fact to he who thinks it.
Just like this post……
A passion to suck your very soul through the breath of your kiss and make love in pain like never before, it’s the way I adore. In silence.
A need to touch and erase the ghost I chase all my mistakes. It’s haunting.
I hate you for your political stance but envy your love to give me a chance once more to show the circumstance of the love that would melt me upon the glance. Of forever.
Silence, it aims at my weakened heart as I search for the cause of our falling
The soul, in the body
Is but a bird.
Trapped in a cage,
Who longs to be heard.
One or two hear it;
The audience is thin
But once he escapes
There is no end.
Free your spirit
Do not cage
For if it grows
It cannot age.
Free and young
There is no end
To the possibilities
We’ve trapped within.
The spirit, it soars
And soars and soars.
Once it leaves the body
It soars. Forever more.
There’s no destination
Once the spirit is free.
I know because I have one
Trapped inside me.
What does it mean
To be so concerned
Why must everyone learn what we’ve learned?
Perhaps the beauty
lies in the journey
Then truth and discovery
Would be more rewarding
Pride and confidence;
A salute to self
Learning and growing;
Imagine what would not exist to us had we not been told.
Imagine the only problems and solutions around were the ones we unfold.
Imagine the power to be at ease
And facing others with honest peace.
Imagine no one telling us anything.
Makeup, make believe?
Play pretend and judge who pretends the best!
The best pretender is the fanciest
and we’re to think their better than us.
They are. They are better at make believe, better at it than you and me. Their hiding and shading is a cover up
of what they fear we will see;
the truth or their weight in ugliness, or sadness or a past that wasn’t good enough.
Put on airs! By the labels, by the brands, for society tells you it’s the best, newest and greatest to fool
the rest of us.
The truth is that we can weigh your self worth by how much you put into your cover up.
Debt in clothes and smells and tans and pedicures and even the detailed highlights you put on your face and the hours you commit for the perfect hair shows how ugly and how ashamed of yourself you are and how you sadly snub those who are okay with themselves and are themselves and those who don’t make other folks richer because they don’t follow the latest trend on how to con society to believe they are ashamed of themselves.
The fanciest, trendiest person must indeed be the saddest, most self tormented slave I believe I ever met.