“Your aura is incredible;
if you don’t have to go: don’t”*
I’m completely blindsided,
but welcome more, if you please.
My lower lip may not last for much longer,
and I am sure that my cheeks will burn off.
But I know that my smile is real, genuine – painless;
And I can feel the light shining from my eyes.
All that passion for life – tapped,
And ready to explode.
I’m still in shock;
Trying to figure it all out.
And then remind myself,
It doesn’t really matter.
(Except to say, thanks-
For seeing what I thought was gone.)
*Lyrics from Don’t Stop the Music by Rihanna
Written by J. A. Busfield
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
one hundred fifty-one
If you say something often enough it becomes true, right?
Even if it is only in my own mind.
My new goal is to tell myself everyday that I love you.
No matter what else is going on, no matter what you have done or how I really feel.
If our relationship is going to be wonderful, amazing & beautiful, I should start believing it! I do not mean to imply that I don’t believe we have something lovely right now. But can’t we always be better? So I will try to be more loving, acting it out even when I don’t feel it 100%.
Written by K. B. on January 19, 2012
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Even if it is only in my own mind.
My new goal is to tell myself everyday that I love you.
No matter what else is going on, no matter what you have done or how I really feel.
If our relationship is going to be wonderful, amazing & beautiful, I should start believing it! I do not mean to imply that I don’t believe we have something lovely right now. But can’t we always be better? So I will try to be more loving, acting it out even when I don’t feel it 100%.
Written by K. B. on January 19, 2012
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Monday, February 6, 2012
one hundred fifty
All that came out of my mouth was, “thank you for taking care of me
this weekend;” but I wish you could have felt my heart swell as I
reflected on how your care of me, for me had touched me so deeply.
It was a moment when I wished there was a USB cord that would connect my heart to yours…but then, that would probably transfer more than you’d want to know.
Just know that it mattered to me…
The time we spent together was special.
You are special to me; and I can’t imagine ever wanting you more.
Written by J. B. on January 25, 2012
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It was a moment when I wished there was a USB cord that would connect my heart to yours…but then, that would probably transfer more than you’d want to know.
Just know that it mattered to me…
The time we spent together was special.
You are special to me; and I can’t imagine ever wanting you more.
Written by J. B. on January 25, 2012
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Sunday, February 5, 2012
one hundred forty-nine
A,
It is winter in the midwest, and we are all hunkered down for the snow. Thanksgiving and Christmas have passed and because we have lived here our whole lives all we can do is be prepared and wait. Winters in Michigan make everyone crave carbs, warm pajama pants and sleep.
You are working so hard now, and rarely are you home. When you are, I get the pleasure of watching you sleep. You sleep so hard and for so long. Dogs bark, TV channels change and still, you do not stir.
I am always restless, I am a tried and true insomniac, but that gives me time to study your face, to watch your pale skin pink at the cheeks, listen to your even breath rise and fall, rise and fall.
We’ve been married six months and still you make me nervous, still I can’t sleep, eat or keep my thoughts from coming back to you.
We want to stay married a long time, like your grandparents, who have just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. I can see this happening...
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Written by K. W. on January 25, 2012
It is winter in the midwest, and we are all hunkered down for the snow. Thanksgiving and Christmas have passed and because we have lived here our whole lives all we can do is be prepared and wait. Winters in Michigan make everyone crave carbs, warm pajama pants and sleep.
You are working so hard now, and rarely are you home. When you are, I get the pleasure of watching you sleep. You sleep so hard and for so long. Dogs bark, TV channels change and still, you do not stir.
I am always restless, I am a tried and true insomniac, but that gives me time to study your face, to watch your pale skin pink at the cheeks, listen to your even breath rise and fall, rise and fall.
We’ve been married six months and still you make me nervous, still I can’t sleep, eat or keep my thoughts from coming back to you.
We want to stay married a long time, like your grandparents, who have just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. I can see this happening...
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Written by K. W. on January 25, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
one hundred forty-eight
Why can’t we just talk about it?
I know it is making you unhappy; now I am unhappy watching you mope around. If we could just spit it out, I would say sorry, you would say sorry, we could snuggle & agree to work through it together. Sadly, I know that will not happen. You never seem to want to talk about things & I am tired of always bearing the initiative.
How sad; now we will both be going our separate ways (if only for a few days) instead of enjoying our life together. You will be sitting at home feeling rejected & hurt while I am out trying to have fun with my friends...
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Written by K. B. on January 26, 2012
Comments: Category — I’m sorry.
Written during on of those silent disagreements that most couples have, some more than others.
I know it is making you unhappy; now I am unhappy watching you mope around. If we could just spit it out, I would say sorry, you would say sorry, we could snuggle & agree to work through it together. Sadly, I know that will not happen. You never seem to want to talk about things & I am tired of always bearing the initiative.
How sad; now we will both be going our separate ways (if only for a few days) instead of enjoying our life together. You will be sitting at home feeling rejected & hurt while I am out trying to have fun with my friends...
Read more...
Written by K. B. on January 26, 2012
Comments: Category — I’m sorry.
Written during on of those silent disagreements that most couples have, some more than others.
Friday, February 3, 2012
one hundred forty-seven
It’s cruel the tricks your memories can play.
You were in my dreams again last night, same as last week. These innocent, random dreams occur every so often, and every time it is so real, I wake up with my heart pounding, stomach churning, your smell-sound-feel still in my senses. Then I remember…and now the feelings change.
I haven’t actually seen you or heard your voice in years, but the cruel part of my brain holds the memories of you hostage, to throw in my face at random. And when those memories surface, the physical pain takes my breath. The cliche of a ”knife in the heart” comes to mind, but doesn’t even touch the reality.
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Written by K. F. on January 26, 2012
Comments: Partially inspired by the song ”Someone Like You” by Adele.
You were in my dreams again last night, same as last week. These innocent, random dreams occur every so often, and every time it is so real, I wake up with my heart pounding, stomach churning, your smell-sound-feel still in my senses. Then I remember…and now the feelings change.
I haven’t actually seen you or heard your voice in years, but the cruel part of my brain holds the memories of you hostage, to throw in my face at random. And when those memories surface, the physical pain takes my breath. The cliche of a ”knife in the heart” comes to mind, but doesn’t even touch the reality.
Read more...
Written by K. F. on January 26, 2012
Comments: Partially inspired by the song ”Someone Like You” by Adele.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
one hundred forty-six
I’m black, you’re white
I’m older, you’re younger
I hide behind the curtain, you take the stage
I think little of me, you say the greatest things about me
I rely on one color, you embrace the whole spectrum
So many other differences, to you they don’t matter
I would think the difference we have would set us worlds apart
But your smiles, your hugs, your encouragement, your prayers, your tears,
your LOVE always places us together as one.
You let me know straight up we have more alike than we have different.
Sista Girl, Thank You! You are like a big sister! I Love You!!!
Written by T. B. on January 18, 2012
Comments: This small piece was written to express how much the relationship of my ”sista girl” means to me despite the differences that could have kept us apart. Thankful for the many ”sista girls” out there who make the difference in another sista girl’s life.
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I’m older, you’re younger
I hide behind the curtain, you take the stage
I think little of me, you say the greatest things about me
I rely on one color, you embrace the whole spectrum
So many other differences, to you they don’t matter
I would think the difference we have would set us worlds apart
But your smiles, your hugs, your encouragement, your prayers, your tears,
your LOVE always places us together as one.
You let me know straight up we have more alike than we have different.
Sista Girl, Thank You! You are like a big sister! I Love You!!!
Written by T. B. on January 18, 2012
Comments: This small piece was written to express how much the relationship of my ”sista girl” means to me despite the differences that could have kept us apart. Thankful for the many ”sista girls” out there who make the difference in another sista girl’s life.
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