Category Archives: Love

Soon, a haiku

Soon,” in what language?;

“Next week,” in what foreign tongue?;

lamentable words.

Brain Dump: Projection, honesty and understanding that no one is a mind reader.

We all do it; we all project what we want, what we desire, what we hope, sending it out into the ether, the universe, or Twitter. Usually, and less obvious to our best selves, we project it upon others. I am guilty of it as well – though I am still struggling with the word “guilty” as the best description. Guilty makes it sound like it all needs to go away… and I am not so sure that’s the case.

This is a post, an admission, a missive long in the making. I have concentrated many experiences and conversations into this blog. Mostly based on my need to understand where I was both coming from and wanted to go. I have had the pleasure and privilege to meet some amazing people lately and I was running into similar conversations about relationships, connections, and idealized, fantastic expectations. They had to be based in something, so I started looking at how I talked to or about people in my life.
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#NaPoWriMo :: A Second Look

An apology has changed my view,
if only slightly.

The pain still exists.

An apology, given freely.
Warranted, necessary, appropriate.
Required. Owed. Due.

Yet, unsolicited.

The pain still exists.

I am struggling with it, fearing it undermines all other personal growth.
It is warranted, necessary, and appropriate to use it, grow with it, not shrink away.
Abandoned, left, caught in the crossfire and left to wander. Wonder.
“I am far from okay… but I am okay.”
The pain still exists.
An apology with a desire to find my trust, to see it regained.
An offering of hope, of care, of respect.
An idea that humane, that human, that personal;
given freely.
The pain still exists…
… but an apology has changed my view
… if only slightly.

#NaPoWriMo :: The April Fool

A new month, a new chance at… what?
What did she want, what did she need;
a cocktail, a patio, a friend.

Feeling like she could not win,
missing that spark, that seed;
her thoughts a jumbled mess.

Her heart on the mend from injurious forays,
skeptical and thoughtful and fearful and brave.
Wishing, hoping, fighting, creating, being.

Having put her thoughts into the world,
having shared the feelings in her head;
now she waits. Baited breath.

She opened up and lays vulnerable,
scared of what will be said;
she asked. She cried out “When?!” and “Why?!”

She cried.

She tried.

Depeche Mode, Poetry

I can’t be the only one who saw #poetry & #story in the new @depechemode track list… right?!

……

Welcome to My World, Angel. 
Heaven: Secret to the End, My Little Universe

Slow, Broken: The Child Inside
Soft Touch/Raw Nerve, Should Be Higher

Alone. 

Soothe My Soul.

Goodbye: Long Time Lie; Happens All the Time. 

Always.

All That’s Mine.

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