a letter to someone who broke your heart
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I have meandered through too many roads on this stint,
both traveled and untraveled.
Now I am completely lost
in a state of limbo feeling frustrated and unraveled.
The advice to “follow my heart” I cannot honor
for it was pulverized into pieces eons ago.
My instincts are shot as well
as its heeds I have ignored
unsychronizing my inner ebb and flow.
Uncertain what the answer is
or what direction I should take.
I am hoping if I write enough
my own road I will make.
Thus, I implore you to bear with me on this journey
through these mangled words I timidly bestow.
And perhaps I will find comfort through these pages
eventually allowing this dark soul
to be guided by her inner glow.
Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: love isn’t holding hands everywhere you go or roses every February…
love isn’t holding hands everywhere you go
or roses every February 14th
it’s not kisses that last for hours
or making love every single night
love is not – never disagreeing
or having a fight
love isn’t a fairytale in real life
or else there would never be such a thing
as…
A Clarity of Conscious: Mixed emotions
in the waiting room now,
Among the sick and diseased,
A group I would have never felt so close to
Even six months ago.Now waiting patiently, on hold so to speak,
Until the surgeon clears me.
Clears me for a continuation of chemo.Poison, not enough to kill the body (hopefully),
But enough…
In his own words, as he calls the chemotherapy poison, and talks about our HOPE for the future. Together. ~ Janean
A Clarity of Conscious: Still the same, and yet…
In late spring I was just as you are,
Carefree,
Optimistic,
Joyful,
Normal,
Unremarkable.And then, in less time than it takes to speak four little words,
I changed.“I think it’s cancer”.
Such a simple statement,
And yet one that continues to reverberate in my mind.Obviously there’s…
I found him…or rather, he found me. When I checked my followers just now there was one more. Number 53. He’d given me the clue that, “of” and “a” were in his Tumblr name. Really helpful, hmmmm? So, when I saw, “A Clarity of Conscious” I knew he was The One. Hello, Honey. I’ll look forward to seeing more of what you write come across my dashboard. Isn’t Tumblr more fun than watchin’ television in your recovery? Love, Me
thread of revelation: This is how I write
I do not use pens
Pens are for those who
Assume they will not
Be making mistakes
I always use a pencil
No. 2, razor sharp
Not the soft lead
I like it hard
The pencil lies gently
Between my right thumb
And my first two fingers
They do not overlap
I learned to loosen my grip
Because the lead is…
I still write with pencils too. Unpainted, natural wood pencils are my favorite…it’s the texture of them, a different kind of smooth than painted ones, and also, I don’t eat paint when I clamp ‘em between my teeth. Though I’m not particular and also write with ink and markers and crayons and about anything that’ll make a mark when necessary.
Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: when you’re losing someone no when you’re losing THE one you feel like…
when you’re losing someone
no
when you’re losing THE one
you feel like you’re dying on the inside
and falling apart on the outside
in Heaven one day
in Hell the next
and all you can do is
nothing
you can’t fight
who the hell do you fight
when that person doesn’t fight back
Writing and breathing are the same thing sometimes, aren’t they? As both are necessary to life?
The Girl Soul: A Book
Every book is a page
and every page a word
waiting for the reader’s mind
to expand it into a version
of his or her own
and watch it grow
like leaves on trees
and like trees upon lands
and like weeds in wilderness
unwatched, uncared
and every word is an intention
a piece of decision made
The Girl Soul: Her Solitary Life
Loneliness is all a poet needs
her heart must be under her orders
and her creed
her decency is just true
you cannot color the saffron sky blue
and you have to let the white bird go
fly and conquer the endless and vast sky
her right it is to die
and come back to live
a magical life
in the…
I especially love the line, “her feet are on clouds and they are safest there”. ~ Janean
Taking Stock…The Things That Matter Most: writing have i told you all that i love to write i do i’m not sure i’m…
writing
have i told you all
that i love to write
i do
i’m not sure i’m good at it
but i really don’t care too much
about that
i love to write
not for the accolades
but for the healing it brings
i love to write
for the smiles it can share
i love to write
to express my…
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