Thoughts Become Things

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Keywords: "YOUR," and "experience."

I could write a novella about this right here and now... but, all I will say is this: YOU are living YOUR thoughts. Please, we humans need to stop focusing on the bad and negative ones. It's actually really stupid of us to continue to deny responsibility for our lives. Listen to what you say, out loud or even in your head, when people ask how you are... pay attention to what you are explaining, because you're manifesting more of that.


In addition: I really want to say how grateful I am for the people in my life. Having a support system with genuine people who aren't afraid to call you out on your bullshit is so important. SO IMPORTANT. The patience (and patience, and patience, with some more patience,) the encouragement  and love you've shown to me is more than I could have ever asked for. I love you, and thanks for loving me ❤

HER

She is more than
a good woman and
a good person.

She is
a beautiful soul
who carries
light in her smile
and Love in her bones.

(ilovehermuch)

because her smile turns tides inside of my heart (sheismymoon, and i, her stars)

Meeting you changed her as a woman. When you are around, she finds herself growing and glowing at the same time. And when you are away, she finds herself appreciating you a lot more. Around you, she is always on cloud 9. Her wings just cut differently through the air when you are around. You never put her down and make her feel like her opinion doesn't matter. You kissed her mental and emotional scars so much that she has found herself being further and further removed from previous pains now. You gave her hope, when every other before you gave her doubt. What made you special was, you wanted to win her over in the proper order. You wanted to be her best friend way before you wanted to be the best lover she has ever had.



(iloveyoumore)

Twilight

(to HER and a night I can still taste)

 

When the stars come out to watch the daylight die, that's the time I feel most alive, but when last night slowly creeps into tomorrow morning or when the day is confused and falls to night. The soft, diffused light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon, either from daybreak to sunrise or from sunset to nightfall, that's when my thoughts all run to you .. and that night.

That one night has left me shipwrecked on an island of wanting more. For those few hours spent in twilight; Your skin against mine, your lips, my hands, our souls entwined stuck in a mutual bliss.
No one else in the world mattered,
Just you, me, and the night stuck in twilight.
I almost can't wait to look into your eyes once more, but our meetings are to few with mountains of time filling the holes of wanting you. I close my eyes and just sit here waiting for tonight to be tomorrow, so tomorrow can know what it is to be today ..

and then maybe.
Just maybe.
Today will be that day.

for a pessimist I'm pretty optimistic

(i'm not sure how she tie's me up in knots without a single touch or how she has taken nothing and given everything without a single word. she calls me Wonder Woman and insists my hands are magic but truth is she was the magical one and I am only the illusion of it left wondering how skin to skin was never close enough)

She never asks for much, but she always wants more

I open
My mouth
To speak

but silent

"iloveyous"

fall to the ground

with such force
I can't help but to cry.

Sadly those silent

"pleaseforgivemes"

were the only words

I had power to say.

It kills me because

I have
So much
On my mind

So many
Things I need
To tell you.

I have
All the words

I didn't have
The courage to say

Trapped in my mouth.

They're choking me

I can't breathe..

And as I swallow

All the things
I wanted to say

All the feelings
I wanted to share

They all fall

To the bottom

Of my stomach

And are lost forever

Inside of me.

It burns
And it hurts

But it was just easier

To say
I didn't love you

To say
I wasn't in love with you.

It was easier to lie

And pretend
I was ok.

It was easier

Than living

With the pain

Of knowing I wasn't

And easier than

Admitting I'm not.

I've made my rounds

Once or twice

And filled my head with

"hersandthemsandonenightstands"

But still I wake up

Missing you.

I wake up
Wanting you.

I know its done and
Over, with nothing
Left to say..

(This is the last time I write to you. The last time I reach out my hand with the hope that you'll reach back. I know I fucked up, I'm sorry)

Lost between her Lips

(an unopened letter to HER)

I woke up this morning wanting to hear your voice before the warm light of just another day peaked through the blinds to find my tired face. Laying on my stomach staring at the quote I have tattooed on my arm..


"if I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain"


Lost in the thought of how you looked at me with eyes so intense. Eyes secretly filled with stories of a woman I want so eagerly to know. Just as I was thinking to myself how I wished I had your smile to help me start this day, it hit me. There was nothing I could do or say that someone else hasn't already said and done. There is no place on your body that I can kiss that hasn't already been kissed by another. I lay there wondering if I had made any impression at all. Wondering if you were able to fall asleep, or if you stayed up like me thinking of a good enough reason to call you, just so I could hear your voice on the other end. Wishing I would have left something with you, something I so desperately needed back that I would leave my house at 3am to go pick up. Only to have another chance to pull you close to me. I lay there in silence, and between all the questions and thoughts, I yet again found myself smiling at thoughts of you.

(untitled)

Listen. Time's a wasting. That's what she said to me, what she said right before she died. And then? And then she laughed and said that she was just kidding, and that I should see the look on my face. Her hand fell out of mine and never moved again... Time's a wasting. Time is a wasting. Is Time itself wasting? Or is Time truly "a wasting." Anyway... Listen. Time's a wasting. Light finds the holes in the curtains and slips in, shines in on the floor. There's dust, making it all visible and it moves as she passes through it. She looks at me, but not at me, and turns away, but not away from me. Life is eternal in this moment, and there is only she, only she and me. And now? Alone and cold, left, sorry, and regretful. Truly missing. Missing all of those gone moments, the ones eased out or blown away. Missing the warmth, the hugs and smiles and laughs. Missing. Missing just knowing they are there. Knowing they are there to forget, there to make the missing okay, bearable. Just one moment back, even if it was to once more take advantage of having it. Just one. One to stop the confusion upon waking up. One to stop the tears even though they burn, and crush, even though they are real. Listen. Time's a wasting. That's what she said to me.

Unapologetically Me

I am a human being, (human) meaning I have made plenty of mistakes. I
mean I have made A LOT OF MISTAKES. I have done some things that hurt
some people pretty badly. I have broken the hearts of a lot of people,
I have made some very bad life choices, I have gone down the gutter
many times, I got involved in unprogressive things and unprogressive
people. I have just generally been one huge fuck up many MANY times.
Not to mention I have a list of issues I am still dealing with. I have
terrible anxiety, I have body issues, I have a tendency to fall into
extreme bouts of depression, and when it is really really bad I have a
temper and a passive aggressiveness that can shatter ego's with the
snap of my fingers. As much light I contain, I contain an equal if not
more darkness and when I lose a grip on myself it comes out and
destroys me and everything around me. As much as I want to save the
world, but I fall into a very dark place the urge to want to leave my
entire life behind is equally
as strong. That is the price that comes with this journey. If I did
not make the mistakes I have made and continue to make I would not be
who I am.

My journey hasn't been pretty, and I'm not proud of some of the paths
I've chosen, however I AM proud of who I am today.

Stop crying

I allow myself one tear. Then I wipe my face, pick up my shit, and continue with my day. 

Some ask how. How can you just move on? There is no how, that's the way it goes. Why sit and waste time crying over something I have no control over. 

Sometimes, it takes more than one tear; sometimes, it takes an hour of tears, but you wipe your face dry, and you go on. That's just the way it goes. 

Cloud Nine

Like words trapped in my mouth breaking my heart.

I speak, but what I say is always wrong. what I do is never right.
Like moving mountains, trying to push for a movement of heart
I always manage to let you down.

Cloud nine,

is just so far

I call her Arizona

I used to love a girl who made me a heart from frozen leaves. It was mid November, and snow covered the ground. It took Arizona hours to peal the frozen leaves from the ice covered asphalt beneath her feet and arrange them into 6" letters to spell out the words 'I Love You.' Next to those three words, there was a 6" frozen leaf heart.

Every time the seasons change; leaves start to fall, and snow covers the streets. I find myself thinking about that frozen heart. About the nail she broke, the cut on her index finger from ice, and the skinned knuckle from the hard asphalt. She could have stopped at 'I Love You,' but she didn't.
She didn't.

Arizona and I have went our own ways, and the last two winters haven't
been the same without her. I say I used to love a girl who made me a
heart from frozen leaves, but the truth is: I will always love the girl who made me a heart from frozen leaves.

I call her Arizona.

You never fall in love the same way twice.

"Besides the obvious difference, there was not much distinction between losing a best friend and losing a lover: it was all about intimacy. One moment, you had someone to share your biggest triumphs and fatal flaws with; the next minute, you had to keep them bottled inside. One moment, you'd start to call her to tell her a snippet of news or to vent about your awful day before realizing you did not have that right anymore; the next, you could not remember the digits of her phone number"

- Jodi Picoult, "Handle With Care"

And from within myself I scream

*circa 2007*

This is completely random and out of place, but most of my thoughts are.

I'm not sure why I'm thinking about this now, but a few days ago I found myself driving without direction, just driving to drive. It was 8am, and without knowing how I got to the house I found myself in front of, I turned the engine off and stepped out of the car. Kind of in shock, a little nervous and somewhat scared, I rang the door bell. I hadn't seen this woman in a few months, and the last time we spoke it wasn't good. Still unsure as to how or why I was standing in the cold to see someone who I wasn't quite sure wanted to see me, she answered the door. With sleepy eyes, and a crooked grin, she let me in. I apologized for waking her up, but she didn't say anything, just a nod as she walked to the bedroom and curled back up in bed. I stood there in the doorway, I just stared at her for a moment wondering how I forgotten how beautiful she was. I slowly took my shoes off, pulled my hoodie over my head, threw the keys on the dresser, and laid with her. For the moment I was lost. In the blankets, in her arms, I fell asleep. I opened my eyes to find more then a few hours had passed. I looked around the room, still in her arms, I just laid there, breathing her in. My mind started to wonder and I suddenly felt out of place. Questions racked my brain to a point of paranoia. She's practically married, and all I could think about was what would happen if he walked in ... The comfort of her arms couldn't hold me or my thoughts. Like Deja Vu, I pictured him finding us like before. I pulled myself up and sat at the edge of the bed. I wanted to stay, but everything inside of me was screaming to go. Hands pressed to the mattress ready to get up, she warped her arms around my waist. "Five more minutes, just hold me for five more minutes.." as those words hit the air, my mind cleared of all thought. I laid back down and I held her. Face to face my fingers traced the outline of her lips, around to her ears, then down her nose and back to her lips. I was lost again. Not in her, but the way she had her arm warped around me. She hugged me with such force as she pulled me close. I know our heartbeats felt each other as she held me with no intentions of ever letting go ..
Five minutes turned to ten, which turned into twenty. I softly kissed her lips as I pulled away. I watched her lay there, thinking to myself "why couldn't she hold me like this when we were together?" I pulled my hoodie over my head, slid my shoes on .. picked up the keys, and turned to walk away. I looked back as she whispered "I LOVE YOU" .. her eyes were closed but her lips spoke those words so clearly, like never before. Was she asleep and talking to me? or was she asleep thinking I was him? As I lost that feeling of comfort yet again, she opened her eyes and said "Ang, I love you" .. I stood in the doorway as she got out of bed and slowly walked over warping her arms around me with just as much force and intent to never let go as before.We said our goodbyes and I walked out to the car. I sat there for a moment thinking to myself, "I wanna be held like that forever."

TBT post (And The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round)

1/22/2008

sometimes I want to write all of what is inside my head down in a notebook, and hold it so close to me that no one will ever know what I am thinking. Other times I want to write what I feel down on pieces of paper, crumble them up and throw them at your fucking head, just so you know exactly what I am thinking. Sometimes I feel all of what I have to say is of no importance to you or anyone in this world. I am just a girl with a thought; who knew?

sometimes I want to write until my fingers bleed. until every memory, thought and idea is gone from my mind and all that I am left with is emptiness. Or sometimes I can't write at all and I have this build up of never ending words jumping around inside of me, filling me up until I explode. Sometimes I look at you and I don't need to write, not that I could or couldn't, but for the simple fact that no two words put together could ever give justice as to how I feel about you.

sometimes I think somewhere between all the pages of what I write my heart was somehow misplaced and now all I have are these words. Pushing and pulling, fighting to be heard, to be said. I know sometimes I push people away. I guess I'm just looking for someone to push back and then maybe pull me in. It's the way my heart pushes and pulls and pushes to pull. How and why I need someone to push so I can pull, only to get pushed and then pulled in for good. Sometimes infected with the thoughts you put inside of me. infected with hope, with love, with a want for tomorrow. wondering if there's always a way, always a price to pay, there's always another day ... and still these words fight inside of me, they're all I have.

I haven't a heart, but a space replaced with all these words. will you take them instead? Because it's the simple things in life my words beat for. most of the time they beat to thoughts of you!

11:22

This hole in my chest feels so huge right now.
Like it's growing beyond the capacity of my body.
I can't breath. My chest is tight, my ribs feel like they are breaking from the inside out.

Is this what alone feels like. What loneliness feels like?
Screaming voices inside my ears, until I find a way to cut them out..

I cut them out.

This emptiness feels like it is ripping its way through my body.
I feel completely cut open, and I don't want the pain to stop.

... And She Went

“Why did he write to her,
“I can’t live without you”?
And why did she write to him,
“I can’t live without you”?
For he went west, she went east,
And they both lived.”

--Carl Sandburg

TBT post (My Blue Heaven)

4/4/2008

Told in stories written on walls of bathroom stalls
a beautiful girl with a smiling face.

I wanna see myself the way you look at me
dark brown eyes, a cute freckly face,
kindness and beauty ..

why can’t I see what you see
why can’t I see what you see?

but love, is more

I’m not sure why, but my heart is heavy tonight, and thoughts of my dad have flooded my mind. I always wonder if I was lucky to lose my dad at a young age, and not later on in life. My mind and my heart go back and forth arguing this debate.. and every time I come up with the same answer.
Time is irrelevant.
It doesn’t matter when, I would miss him just the same.

I don’t know if life is greater than death.. but love, is more than either.

Love. IS. More.

What Are You Afraid Of?

everything. I'm afraid of not being good enough, of being left, being forgotten. I'm afraid of disappointing. I'm afraid of being lost, I'm afraid that no one will ever love me the way I need to be loved. I'm afraid of myself, of losing control. I'm afraid that I wont be able to fight the urge. I'm afraid I'll cut again. I'm afraid that I let true love walk out of my life without fighting for it. I'm afraid of pushing myself. I'm afraid of change. I'm afraid of being happy. I'm afraid of losing friends and family. I'm afraid to let anyone in. I'm afraid of being alone. I'm afraid of what will happen if I wasn't afraid.