I woke this morning to find you sleeping.
Imagine that!
I smiled and didn't want to move,
As I tried to ignore the alarm.
You were there, in our bed.
My relief.
The alarm rang again,
As my hands fumbled for "snooze".
I longed to stay under the blanket,
With you.
So I curled myself into your warmth,
Until no part of my body could breathe without
Touching yours.
You murmured something
Incoherent.
I kissed your forehead and
Ran my fingers through your soft hair.
Your voice told me you were content.
The alarm rang again,
Urging the moment to end but
I refused and found my hands reaching
Into the unknown, fumbling as always,
Keeping up to date with current affairs around the world, I was shocked to read of an Australian school principal feeling the need to apologise for overusing the word 'Christmas' in three school newsletters after "a family had claimed she had discriminated against them". What has our world come to when Christmas is offensive in a western country? Sure not everyone follows the Christian faith, but what right does that give someone to demand it to be removed from schools. Some cities have even been forced to remove Christmas decorations from their streets in fear of offending people.
As Queensland State Premier Peter Beattie stated "Christm
watching you sleep -
i sit on the floor
unsure of whether i should
get up and lie with you
or sit here
or tell you
that you should go home to her.
i am unsure now.
i don't know anymore
i want to touch you
to reach out to you
to hold you.
and let you reach out to me
to hold you.
i am unsure now
i was once able
to hold you
in a time of need
when you reached for me
to hold you close
to chase away your demons
to bring you to your rest
to pull you from the water -
but i am unsure now.
i am unsure.
Simple…
When I tell you something from the heart
I don't have to see your response
and wait as it
– your unspoken reaction -
breaks my heart...
I don't have to feel
my heart drop in the middle of a pregnant pause
while I wait for you to think of what to say...
I don't have to feel broken....
simple as that...
In person,
to tell you something from my heart,
I fear …
I worry about myself...
and I have to abstain from letting you see me cry...
which I seem to be good at -
when I have something true to tell you...
The young boy stood before me,
His arms reached timidly forward.
I hesitated, then embraced him.
Faintly I heard him whisper –
His voice choking back the words
"Thank you".
Startled,
I thought of when he came into my life.
He was so tiny,
So fragile,
So innocent.
My heart sunk -
I wondered where he would go now,
Who would be there to guide him,
To comfort him.
I broke his embrace,
And saw him clearly for the first time in years -
Rough hair -
Rugged face -
Broken eyes …
It was then that I realised –
The young boy in front of me …
Was the young man leaving my life …
watching you sleep -
i sit on the floor
unsure of whether i should
get up and lie with you
or sit here
or tell you
that you should go home to her.
i am unsure now.
i don't know anymore
i want to touch you
to reach out to you
to hold you.
and let you reach out to me
to hold you.
i am unsure now
i was once able
to hold you
in a time of need
when you reached for me
to hold you close
to chase away your demons
to bring you to your rest
to pull you from the water -
but i am unsure now.
i am unsure.
Keeping up to date with current affairs around the world, I was shocked to read of an Australian school principal feeling the need to apologise for overusing the word 'Christmas' in three school newsletters after "a family had claimed she had discriminated against them". What has our world come to when Christmas is offensive in a western country? Sure not everyone follows the Christian faith, but what right does that give someone to demand it to be removed from schools. Some cities have even been forced to remove Christmas decorations from their streets in fear of offending people.
As Queensland State Premier Peter Beattie stated "Christm
I woke this morning to find you sleeping.
Imagine that!
I smiled and didn't want to move,
As I tried to ignore the alarm.
You were there, in our bed.
My relief.
The alarm rang again,
As my hands fumbled for "snooze".
I longed to stay under the blanket,
With you.
So I curled myself into your warmth,
Until no part of my body could breathe without
Touching yours.
You murmured something
Incoherent.
I kissed your forehead and
Ran my fingers through your soft hair.
Your voice told me you were content.
The alarm rang again,
Urging the moment to end but
I refused and found my hands reaching
Into the unknown, fumbling as always,
Admittedly, I was a rotten child. I liked to spend my time throwing rocks at stray dogs. No one ever bothered to stop me until the old voice in the alley.
Why are you throwing rocks at puppies? It was an old man voice, deep and gravelly, so I didnt stop.
Because I want to, old man, I retorted and tried to sound mean. There was no warning before I heard a yelp and felt dirt under my shoulders. I tumbled over and realized the yelp had come from me. I lay on the ground and listened to my heart beat. That old man had pushed me down, and now he would pay. You asked for it! I yelled and grabbed the first
You know me well, Im a 47 year old teenager
with grit in my teeth. No, Im, not going to tell you
what is wrong, Im holding onto hair ties
and brushing my teeth with somebody elses toothbrush
hoping to pull something out of my mouth
worth more than me.
Can you help me? I am considering buying an Island
from e-bay that I cant afford but Ill just
try anyway because my hair is falling out,
my teeth are not white and my lips
are shut. But can I tell you something
supple? ()Maybe that I love you. )
This is my only chance to highlight myself
and click bold. My only chance to hint something subtle
in itali
I have written this story two thousand and six times,
never perfect, only half-truths that make me want to
hide inside boat engines and hum.
There is a fish hook in my left eye,
trying to be a simile, but not quite as loud as the SOS
calls I have coming out,
all over.
I am not supposed to smoke cigarettes anymore,
or kiss you on the lips
on the street.
But hey, what the hell!
I do it anyway
because were always hungry at the same time
as each other. One hour apart. I think its a lighthouse signal
we both missed because weve been hanging from these cliffs
with cut feet for six weeks and I want to save you but
Sadness is grey, despair matt black and anger blood red...
Bitterness is almost beautiful, like an iridescent poisonous bug - shiny black shot through with a deep, reddy purple ...
The Soundtrack to Your Life Survey
Make a soundtrack for your life, matching songs with the following:
Opening song: Just a Girl – No Doubt
Waking up: Morning Song - Jewel
First date: When I Grow Up - Garbage
First kiss: Thank You - Dido
Falling in love: Wicked Game – Chris Isaac
Seeing an old love: You Oughta Know – Alanis Morrisette
Heartbreak: Foolish Games - Jewel
Driving fast: I give up … can't think of one … something from Nickelback but only cos that's what I have in the car …
Getting ready to go out: In A Little While – U2
Partying with friends: Brown Eyed Girl – Van Morrison
Danc
You could do better. Don't think about arguing with me on this. Someone is
just going to fall for you completely ... and that is something I could
never do. Is that too honest? I just know I'd always seem a little
distant, if you and I were together. I'd be happy (because otherwise it
wouldn't have happened ... if this hypothetical discussion makes any sense),
but you'd feel like you couldn't reach me and I'd feel like I could never be
what you want. Pessimistic perhaps. Fatalistic - almost definitely. But
truthful.