Injustice

Walking in the summer heat I think of you. A cozy balminess laces my body as tears fill my soul. They haven't yet reached my eyes but they weigh on me as words can't describe. I fight the urge to collapse...here where I stand, I fight the urge to voice the injustice I feel.  It hurts, to deny myself.  It pains me to question the truths I believe.
Walking in the summer heat, tears tug at what's left of my self control. I miss you and want nothing more than to feel you in my arms. I hate you and wish you would disappear from my fondest memories.  I can't live with out you as I watch lovebirds coon together, my life will never be complete with you as you tear me in two beyond my control.
Walking in the summer heat, tears run down my cheeks, as I try in vain to hold myself. A pit fills my stomach and I wonder wholeheartedly, if there is a path for us.  Question whether this feeling that sends my heart to swell, is my imagination protecting me?  Is this real?  Why do I fight a feeling I dream of?  Or are dreams simply that.  The thoughts and reality you wish for, never to touch in the most perfect day.

Walking in the summer heat I cry.

-N

Secrets

The brilliant darkness envolpes me like a silk blanket. Feeling the coolness around me, I see nothing behind and nothing in front. The sound of my own breath and the feel of my slowing pulse comfort the racing thoughts in my mind.
Sleep now, rest with in. The only thought I wish to hold, simple blank sheet. Every inch covered in a milky white, each corner the same, not one differentiating mark.
I go over the sheet again and again, my mind quiets. My thoughts drift, my tears dry, my pain quells, nothing left but stillness.
Sleep now, rest with in.

-n

L.i.f.e.

I can't believe it has been almost a year since I've posted.  The thought gives me a very bittersweet feeling, my life has been a roller coaster for the last ten months to say the least.  Just as a roller coaster ride there have been high and low points, each bringing me to a new place in life.

I sat on a fallen tree trunk as the pup ran for a distant tree line, continuing her squirrel hunt from our last visit to the park.  Being early spring the sun is still getting use to staying up late, giving me just the right amount of warmth I needed.  As I watched the pup run back and forth my mind drifted to another time...to this time last year.  Where was I?  Thinking harder now to fill what seemed to be a life time of memories ago, I couldn't believe how many differences there were.  Virtually nothing was the same besides where I lived but even that didn't carry the same meaning to me now.  Today, if you were to ask about my apartment, I would say that I love it and am never ever giving it up!  A year ago I wasn't completely happy with anything about the apartment the location and anything around it that I wasn't use to.  A new job that takes up most of my life, that I enjoy excelling at and hate laboring through all at the same time.  Talk about a double edge blade, there are many time a week I look around me and ask myself, what the eff I'm doing!  Because I moved, many friends that I was used to seeing based on distance became once a month phone calls if we were lucky.  Abundance of new friends were made, many a product of my new job and the amount of time I spend doing it.

 New life.  I've come leaps and bounds in differences in the last year and the result feels like a completely new life.  I'm excited that it's still a life I can be proud of but I haven't taken my eye off ambitions and goals I set for my self a year ago and may not have gotten to yet.  That makes me smile, I'm happy to know that with all that's taken over my daily living I still have a vision of where I will be one day.  What I'm going to do for myself...that's exciting.

Looking back at my writing I see so much emotion, there's been no lack of it in the past months just lack of energy to express it well.  Taking the time to get a handle on my new surroundings has given me that extra time to make those phone calls to say hi, take a moment to write and enjoy friends I've missed dearly.  So while every post isn't going to be a masterpiece it will be published and not sitting in draft form.  It is strange that I've forgotten how amazing it feels to write, it's a release to get it out of the constant cycle in my mind.  Perhaps I'll sleep more soundly tonight, I hope that the sweetest of dreams are waiting for each of you in your slumbers tonight.

-n

Dance

Meet by chance, keep walking.

Cordial talk, no second thought.

An offer made, an offer passed on.

Second offer made, sip and talk.

Still no second thought.

Humor passes, watch, listen, feel.

Intermission of separation, thoughts stir.

Curb, cheek to cheek, cab pulls away.

Line for a line, curiosity weaves through stars.

Rain, overted eyes, changed focus.

Sun, clever smiles with bittersweet parting.

Promises of company pulls, feet act on their own.

Navigate through the crowds, a complimenting team - nothing more.

Swirl in a glass, drama in a dress.

Tears flow, the peace maker is here.

Handy addition, shows value.

Evaluating eyes, dress and heels render powerless.

Verbatim speech tickles the tongue, touch the senses.

Perfect presentation, hidden protection.

Admiration flows into adoration like footsteps in the waves.

Dance, twirl, dip, spin, smile, blush, lead...follow.

Notice taken, doesn't stop an amazing sight.

Say goodnight, say hello - the door opens, the door closes.

Step out of body, into the moment.

Flash, blink, shivers crawl the spine.

Hunger grows, memories fade in the distance.

Walking on grass, organic growth swells.

Step up, lead the plan.

Own it...all.

Accept nothing less than everything.

Worship, melt, power, deep breath to land on two feet.

Flash forward, fear sets in.

Inner fight, strains to protect and maintain.

Confusion and sadness, translated through giving.

Moments of want, forced through unknown terrain.

Pieces hit the floor and shatter to every corner.

Tear stained pillow, painful embrace.

Aching for the past, take the needed steps, say the needed words.

Light speed thoughts warp to cold clarity.

Defend from disappointment so incredible.

Erie calm sets in, mellow like a tornado ski.

Not away, not with, not wanted, not taken, not idea.

Rolling ball stops, court undecided.

Next step taken, door still open.

Sting in every new step, a trail left behind.

Find the path back, collecting tiny glass pieces along the way.

Held together with tears, hope and determination.

Tinted red, the familiar color of passion held so dear.

Heart.

-n