It’s been quite a while since I’ve updated on here. A lot has happened in the past few months. I’ve been through relationship trouble, read a few good books, written on one of my stories some, moved again, and thought about how this blog was doing. Nobody cared that I was gone, so I’m going to change the direction of this blog.
I want to still have it up as writing help, but this is going to be where I put my book reviews as well as continuing to have it as my draft review area. I’m going to be using my new blog as a real blog. Anyway, I must be off for now. I’ll update more later when I have more time.
When I think about beauty, I tend to miss the point. I look for treats that aren’t truly physical. I compliment your laugh, your heart, the way you giggle, yet I still feel like I’m making things difficult. As I try to write to explain your looks, I stop to think and wonder. Is this true, is this real, or is it another thing to blunder.
At a moment’s notice, I think of you, and it all comes rushing in. If I say it aloud, I’m almost guaranteed to end up cuddling. I don’t need to worry about things that don’t truly matter anymore. For when the time comes, I’m right there, standing in your door.
You’ll come to me, and hold me close, not wanting for us to part. I’ll look down to you, kiss your cheek, and tell you that it’s just the start. You’ll look over to see the fact that I walked mile after mile. I’ll just simply shrug and hold you close before I tell you that it was worth your smile.
A poem about long distance relationships and the beauty that some people work dream about seeing.
While time can stand still for years at a time for many people, it has to happen eventually. Growing up, maturing, is a part of life, no matter how long we avoid it. It’s an odd act that sometimes leaves us all alone, taken away from those we once loved.
There is still hope. We can move on to who we’re supposed to be while staying with those we care about. Those who refuse to grow, who want to act like children forever hold us back, making it even harder for us to mature into the wonderful person we can be.
Maturing isn’t about losing who we are. It’s about understanding and willingness to change. As we look forward into that future, we find ourselves looking back, remembering the times we had. Each of us has done stupid things in our past. What’s important is the fact that we’re still alive to regret and move past it all.
I can’t believe what I’ve done. After all we’ve been through, after our years of marriage, our three children, our dedication to each other, I cheated on you. I hurt you, and I’ve ruined all that we are, all the we could have been. I was selfish, and now our lives are ruined. I can’t be trusted anymore. I can’t be seen the same way again.
I’m sorry. I’ll go. I don’t want to hurt you again. I can’t possibly understand how you feel right now, the pain, the suffering that you must be going through right now. Are you hurting still? I’m sorry. Why can’t I just get out of your head? You still love me even though I did this to you? No. I’m not worth your love, but I can’t leave you. I’m sure to do it again, but I’ll do all I can to avoid it.
Don’t ask. I’ve been going through a lot lately. My mind’s been going so back and forth on things and this is where it ended up. Obviously, this isn’t about me, since I’m not married, I don’t have any kids, and I really don’t have it in me to do something like this. If I did, I’d have gone insane shortly after doing it and everyone would know about it. This is where my mind went…I don’t know why, and right now all I really want to do is hold the one I love and kiss her until I feel like myself again.
It’s nice to know that when everything else hurts, your love will bring me joy, that when I have nothing else to give, my love is enough, that even when it all hurts, you’ll be there to help me smile.
It’s nice to know you don’t expect anything from me, but you accept all that I have to give. You don’t hold my faults against me. All you do is let me hold you, even when we can hardly stand.
It’s nice to know that you love me and all the odd things that I do. You don’t make me dress a certain way. You don’t expect perfection when the rest of the world demands it.
It’s nice to know that your love is exactly what I need to be happy. It’s a thing of beauty that can’t be explained, yet I can’t get enough of it.
It’s nice to know that I can just love you and not have to impress you. Thank you for this love.
What does it take to see into her eyes as we walk together side by side? What does it take to be with her her for the rest of my life? What does it take? What does it take?
What does it take to make he feel beautiful, when the world wants nothing to do with her? What does it take for her to smile? What does it take? What does it take?
What does it take to hold her hands in mine, to give a smile that is happy and wide? What does it take to be in her arms? What does it take? What does it take?
What does it take to change her name, so that we can be one and the same? What does it take to find her in that white dress. What does it take? What does it take?
As the title wave of life passes us by, we must think on what is really important to us. It’s not about what the big things are, but what means the most. Can we push on when we’re unsure of how to go, or is it too much to push through? That’s for us to decide. Nobody can tell us how to live, but in our short time our lives are shown to those around us. Be it online or in person, those who know us best see us for what we truly are. We’ve had so much to live for, so much strife to push aside, yet as the time counts down to the end, what have we done? Who have we helped? Where have we drawn the line? Today isn’t meant to be shown. It’s meant to be lived, and as we move on, we learn how to live. It’s not about what we do. It’s about what we take from life. It’s not about being alive. It’s about living. As we fade away, no matter how young or old we are, there’s somebody out there who was affected by what we did, what we said, how we lived, and what we thought was important. Death isn’t a fact of life. It’s the goal. Life isn’t about the destination. It’s about the journey. Lets take one together. As friends, as family, as the human race. Lets just go and see how far we can go until we’re forced to no longer go again. Lets see who we can affect and how much we can bring to the race as a whole.
This poem was written by a good friend of mine. She’s currently dealing with cancer, but her birthday is coming soon. I thought it’d be appropriate to show her that her journey won’t be wasted even if it ends. Her treatment is going well, but if you can, I urge you to do something for Christina based around the journey of life and send it to her or to me to send to her if you don’t want to make a deviantart account.