February 7, 2015: Small Talk

Who are we to judge.

Who are we to look at a person and believe we know exactly who they are
We don’t even know that about ourselves

And then we go and put on acts like that’ll make everything better
Like sugar-coating words and being ‘excited’ for a party when all you want to do is count how many books you’ve read and
Who wants to arrive to a room full of people who ask “what do you study” and you answer “how many books have you read that made you cry?”

Why do we think the weather is so damn important
I’d rather ask “what do you do on a rainy day that makes you smile?” than mention how many hours the ground has been wet.

SO WHAT we’ve just met. Give me some substance, because there’s a story behind those baggy eyes, and sweaty hands, and sniffly nose. There’s a story behind that crooked smile or that way you hesitate when someone asks “what would you like to drink?”.

I am quitting superficial nonsense.

It makes no sense.

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I just wish we weren’t so trained to say sorry for being emotional.

I wish I could resist the urge to ask you all “what do you do?”
and I wish the answer to that wasn’t so preplanned, practiced…. Predictable.

What do I do?

I laugh at awkward moments, and I am a little clumsy (not just in the physical sense but also emotionally) and I kick snowdrifts to see the snow float to the ground because it makes me feel like a kid again and I think we forget those childhood lessons too quickly.

(Oh and I’m a student in my last year of an Education program. )

Which answer did YOU feel more connected to?

February 6, 2014: What is it?

It is the touch of a friend’s shoulder on a junk food and movie night

It is a laugh that makes no noise and takes your breath away

It is those quiet moments when nothing needs to be said

It is when a cold, wet snowball lands by no accident on your face,

dripping down your neck and stomach, joy and revenge in your mind

 

(What is friendship.)

 

It is when you lie down and fit perfectly with another

It is the courage to share your honesty and truth

It is those arguments that melt into hugs and kisses

It is a long battle of vulnerability and trust

a circle of smiles, tears, anger and never giving up

 

(What is love.)

 

It is the mornings of soft sunrises on tired eyes

It is a rollercoaster of emotions sending adrenaline through your veins

It is when you have reached a limit and continue to push beyond

It is those random acts of kindness that always surprise,

A friend giving thanks, a lover showing they care, a stranger helping out

 

(What is life.)

 

January 7, 2013: It’s Me.

Hello, are you there?

It’s me.
I can’t see you, can you turn on the lights?
I’d love to see your smooth and beautiful face.

And speak up, for only a whisper reaches my waiting ears.
Or maybe we can talk through touch.
Touch me, a hug is fine.

But please, turn on the heat, for your hands are chilly.

Hello?
Please come closer again.
Don’t be afraid, the cold won’t hurt me.
Let me warm you up.
I won’t leave, I haven’t a clue where the door is.

Do come back.

It’s lonely here in the dark.

Please.

I’m afraid I may not find you again.

Hello, are you there?

It’s me.

May 29, 2013: Past Tense

Since before I understood why the leaves fall in autumn
Since before I knew love, before I knew heartache
Before I became weighted with inhibitions
And would act out stories on park swings,

I knew you.

There was a time we talked without words
And laughed at jokes only we could hear
We ran at the same pace, though you always were one step ahead
And said secrets so precious, trusting each other to keep them safe

We grew up together, became awkward teens together
But as we grew up, we grew apart.
Different lives, different paths.
It’s not that the friendship changed.
No.

I’m sure we would still be the same goofy pair having staring contests
If I still saw you.

Life is funny, and though we try to get by with facebook chats
and sharing laughs at silly cat pictures across a screen…
Eventually time dilutes the strength of love
Once a year is not enough to stay in someone’s life.

We belong to different worlds now
Somehow the once impossible fact has arrived

Don’t get me wrong!
One hug and we fall back into place
A couple days and we’d be back to our old ways
Skipping along, singing songs no one else could ever know

But with each day, as flowers shine in morning dew,
I shuffle slowly towards the past tense;

I knew you.

April 22, 2013: Expectations

Hello readers! I’ve decided to try out something new this summer to help improve my writing, and I hope you don’t mind! I’ll be using daily writing prompts to inspire and direct the topics of my entries. What does this mean?
More variety
Some experimentation in styles
Possible short stories
Less personal (depending on the prompt)

I may not post every day, or I may post a couple per day. It’s not to say I will be a “post-per-day” blog, but you will definitely see more posts coming up 🙂 Here’s the first one..enjoy!

*The expectations entwined in a bouquet of flowers*

This is the day he will finally show
What he’s been feeling, she’ll finally know
He thanks the cashier, then walks out the door
He bought what he could, but she still deserves more

Trembling with nerves, the walk takes a year
He’s lost all his senses, no longer can hear
His eyesight is going, can’t even smell
Does he still grasp the flowers? Can’t even tell

No, he won’t do this, he turns back around
But freezes because of a heart stopping sound
Her laugh dances into his half melted brain
Soon his life won’t be ever the same

He holds out the roses, “Here they’re for you..
To say you’re amazing, it’s long overdue.”
She smiles and leans to take in the scent
“Oh,” she says softly, “You’re such a great friend.”

-The End-