I drown in your voice
Lose focus of everything
It pulls me under
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Home to me
You are my anchor My solace, my gravity You are home to me Wherever you are I still carry you with me Always in my heart I cannot let go The pieces of you and me It's all I have left I am at my best Because you see that in me You are home to me
Haiku Series #23
Laughter fills the room
Hair cascading down my face
These moments with you
Haiku Series #8
Try to stay away
I’m the match to light your flame
Into a wild fire
Get out of my head!
I must confess… I am OBSESSED with Tyler Knott Gregson. You should be too, just saying. He’s a wordsmith whose every thought touches my very soul. It’s like he literally reaches deep inside me and pulls out the exact emotions coursing through my body and puts it on paper.
I especially love his typewriter series and find myself randomly clicking through his blog, soaking in all its beauty. Some of his stuff is actually quite heartbreaking but so powerful. I came across this poem today and damn it if I didn’t cry:
I found myself
the moment I found you
and I am petrified
that if you stop
seeing something
beautiful
in me
then I’ll stop
seeing it
too.
He’s the inspiration behind my Haiku Series, which will probably never measure up to his insane genius. But here’s hoping. Check him out and fall in love: Tyler Knott Gregson
Never Gone
By the old oak tree I buried it there Pieces of you Pieces of me When the water touched my toes I threw it out to sea What was left of you What was left of me The warm breeze against my skin Brought it all back to me I am never without you
No words for a writer?
Sometimes words aren’t needed. Maybe you can stand on a bridge and let the space around you just be. You don’t need to fill the empty space with a declaration of any kind. Don’t ruin the moment. You don’t need to define it or find meaning in it. Maybe the moment is enough. And that one view makes more sense than anything you could say. You have these rare moments, just a flash… and then the moment passes. But it doesn’t mean it’s insignificant or worthless. Sometimes it just is what it is, but it holds more value and a meaning deeper than statements can make. Hold on to that… and remember that moment in fondness.
Addiction
I’m addicted to him Not in an obsessive way, or even in a sexual way I’m addicted to the way all my problems and anxiety seem to fade away when he is around I can be having a total meltdown And when he grabs my hand I’m relaxed He’s my medicine (Who am I kidding? He’s my drug) He saves me from myself Not every secret is bad
Out of hiding
I’ve been so overwhelmed with life and all that comes with it that I haven’t really been writing lately. (Besides the fact that I’ve been cheating on this blog with… a journal… gasp!) It’s not that I haven’t been inspired (well that’s partly it), it’s just my focus has been pulled in so many directions. Sometimes I’m on autopilot. I’ve been contributing more to my other blog as well, a more intimate view into the mind of Mei Mei. It just seems that lately there’s been too much serious going on, not enough silly, which is the main inspiration for this blog
I made a new friend lately who totally embraces my quirkiness. We have a similar mindset and sense of humor… he just GETS me. It’s an awesome feeling to not feel awkward and embarrassed ALL the time. He doesn’t think my ideals and dreams are silly and farfetched. We’re two positive people, especially around each other and I appreciate someone who looks at life for its possibilities (and not just as a raw deal that was handed to us). After talking to him for a few minutes I feel so empowered and excited about life. I’m so much more amped to cross off bucket list items – that thing was starting to collect dust. I think I’m most happy that I feel like ME for the first time in such a very long time. I was a little lost for awhile and he found me. I’m still fumbling around, but I wake up with purpose again. I just remember the old me and how I used to be. I guess it’s the me that’s always been there but fell into a jaded place. I just found her again is all.
He is more myself than I
I'll go back on the things I believe Abandon all common sense and logical thought I'll hush the quiet voices Drown them out with a soft melody The rushing and spinning around me slows Because when I'm standing there with you I don't hear all the noise Just the sound of the rain Even my laughter is foreign to me Maybe you bring out the real me I like her She gives freely and dances in the rain Jumps in fountains and sings on the top of her lungs I'm only her with you And when you're gone the blurry fog returns And the streaks of dizzy returns And so my day just goes on I already miss the freedom you gave me You'll be a hard act to follow, sir
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