What if, they don’t wait for an email
Just book a flight
On the 15th of December
No second guessing
Let their eyes meet
8 weeks they’d always remember
A long awaited cuddle
Hold each other close
Share what they have learned
Be guided by their hearts
To make gentle plans
Voice what their hearts do yearn
What if, they do something radical
Throw old plans away
Make a fresh, exciting pathway
Know they have each other
Hold hands forever
And begin their together journey
What if, just what if, they believe
That everything will be ok
And everything will work out…
What if…
Category: Contemplation
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Alone wilting wonder
Clouds mask the sky
Foraging for crumbs
Left by the eye
Sacrificing so much
For someone so cold
So close to the edge
Without much to hold
Ideals aren’t a promise
Wishes don’t come true
Without solid plans
Emptiness seeps through
The loss for the future
Has started to creep
The aching is beyond joy
The pain runs deep -
What do two beings do when their worlds no longer meet?
Do they try to bring their worlds together?
Or do they simply drift apart?
What does one being do watching the other float away?
Try to keep them close?
Or wave them on their way?
Keep yourself busy
Whatever will be will be
For as long as it’s meant to be
We cannot control the universe
We cannot control our hearts
We cannot control others freedom
Just as we cannot control their farts -
Open the scars to see what’s inside
The gift under the skin
Hidden
Breathe in deep to air the lungs
The space to run
Have fun
Hug your body, hug it tight
Self-love, self-care
Be here
Stop and smile
Let the world wait a while
Live now. -
Bad Luck comes in 3’s
They weren’t half wrong
A baby, a husband and a future
In the blink of an eye all gone
What did I do?
What don’t I understand?
Why can’t I see
How awful I am?
I’ve been called
All the names under the sun
I’ve been abandoned
At my weakest point
Yet in silence I stay
Smiling with everyone
Shutting down
I get weaker
Reaching out
It gets darker
Is this the love
That we’re looking for?
What did I do?
What don’t I understand?
Why can’t I see
How awful I am?
What did I do?
What don’t I understand?
… I must be so awful
Why can’t I see
How awful I am?… -
I’m struggling today my love
I’m struggling with grief
Somehow the future slipped from us
Was it something we did?
An April fools trick?
Or is this a test from beyond us?
It seems really silly
To be this upset
But something has changed within me
A switch has been flicked
Time has ticked
And now somehow I feel empty
I know deep down it’s for the best
We weren’t quite ready
And now we can plan a bit better
Not carried by the storm
All fuzzy and warm
We can prepare, go slow and steady
I hope you’re ok
And not feeling too strange
With this brief whirlwind we got caught in
I’ll finish my letter
Catch ya later patata
Sending kisses a million
x x x -
What is a team?
Not this, we say. Not this.
You want to talk my dear?
Wait for the child to sleep, can we?
Oh! You’re more important?!
[She breathes, her heart dead weight]
A single male in the wild can never be trusted, for he will kill the cubs for his gain
How human are we?
Not much, I say. Not much.
There’s not much to say my dear
Actions speak louder than words, it seems.
Oh! I guess this isn’t important!
[She breathes, her heart more weight than gold]
A mother will never feel bad for sacrificing a man for the welfare and love of her child.
How human are we?
We are mothers! Regardless of species.
We are women.
We are what it means to be humane.
Something a man may never truly understand… -
As the sun went down
Where the metal birds flew
The little snail sat in the crowd
She breathed real deep
Trying not to feel weak
Instead she wanted to feel proud
The little snail sailed to the lilly and back
With her love by her side
He guided, loved and held her close
For the whole week she felt so alive
But the clock did tick and time did fly
Now it’s time for the little snail to go home
Back to her leaves, her little monkeys
Leaving her big love alone
The little snail sits in the crowded room
With all the buzzing wasps
Missing the tranquility
The silence, the beauty
That Henny and her love did gift lots
She closes her eyes
And to her surprise
She finds herself back on Henny
In the arms of her love with the stars above
Sharing delicate kisses a plenty.
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