A Sunny Day in December

An idea once brought up in passing

Seemingly ridiculous to discuss

Yet here I sit watching the clock

Time marching on

Ticking

Tocking

 

Anxiety building within me

Wonders of what new realities may be created

Waiting

Surging

 

I take a minute to recompose

Go for a walk and get a drink

Trying to move my mind further away from the present

I return to my seat to sit

Watching

Searching

 

Pressure inside is almost too much

Tension building by the minute with each pulse of my heart

Questioning

Hurting

 

Did I get something wrong

Was the message askew

Maybe something happened

Fumbling, I reach for my phone

Flipping through messages sent

Looking

Hoping

 

She walks through the terminal door

Entering the claim for baggage

She sees me

I see her

Unmistakable

 

We both smile

Walk towards that first embrace

Striding

Meeting

 

With that first touch my world is now changed

 

Forever and Always

Hard Feelings

How I wish I could let my guard down

How I want to tell you how I feel

All these things buried inside

If let out become all more real

 

So, I sigh and look away

Being careful not to stare

Wondering what may happen

If you caught me looking there

 

Silent moment shared in passing

Smiles shared between in the hall

Oh, what might become of this

If I let out the call

 

Her heart may be a locked box

But I feel I have the key

Oh, my dearest this is such torture

If you could only see

 

I want this more than I realized

I dream you want it too

Take this first step into forever

The story of me and you

 

I cannot promise to be the best

But I promise I won’t lie

I want to be with you forever

And every day I will try

Turning Pages

Depression, self-loathing, doubt, despair.

 

I have had all of these things and more.  So much that it has almost been a constant downward vortex pulling on my soul.  It was so hard to see the good within.  Like staring into the abyss and it staring back.  I can break this cycle.  I can be freed from the chains I have placed upon myself.  I don’t know exactly when it started, but I feel it has been an extremely long time that I have had a positive image when looking at the entirety of me.  But I am getting better.  Every day I find something that I like about me.  Heck, the other day I got lost in the mirror because the guy in it, for the first time, I recognized as being handsome.  It was quite the odd realization.  I managed to look past the weight, and into the person, and realized that there is a great looking man there.  Sure, he needs some work, we all do.  I need to help him.

That was a big thing.  I never offer myself help.  I can help anyone else with just about anything, but when it comes to myself, I am the worst.  I sabotage, deny, get in my own way, lie, cheat, or steal any good intentions that I should have, and channel them somewhere else.  Those days are done.  I am extending my hand, and yea, I am cautious about accepting it but I know I must.  The me who is the greatest champion for everyone else, needs to be his own too.  No more waiting for someone else to change me, I can do this.  I have the power.  It’s a scary task, but I will succeed.

Even if it takes the rest of my life.

And I for one, am finally able to look forward to it.

With Regards, Kipling

A smile that ends in laughter

Those eyes that shine in love

Never is there more proof

You have been sent from above

 

Always a kind shoulder

Ever a true friend

Over the days I have learned to trust

You are a true friend

 

You’ve had your troubles

Shared of mine too

A bond has grown between us

More than we knew

 

Making days seem brighter

Helping to bear the load

No matter what twists come in the story

Of the paths in which we strode

 

Hearts are a tender thing

Especially when broken

A slow healing flows between us

In a language that is unspoken

 

Thank you, my friend

You have helped me to see

No more shall I be fighting

Against the enemy of me

 

For you shall have

All that I can give

A hope for better tomorrows

Our own life to live

 

One step at a time

Like the waves crashing of the sea

One day we shall be rewarded

Our very own reverie

Girls and Their Boys

Teenage daughter relationship drama is heavily romanticized in pop culture nowadays.  So much so that there are countless dramas and comedies on the matter on our televisions and movies that it’s not really worthwhile to count.  When the teenage daughter relationship drama comes home, Hollywood dims out and things get extremely real.

 

Such is my life with my girls.  Sara, is currently happy with a boy she started dating about a month ago.  They have been out on a handful of dates so far, and they talk way too much to each other for way too long.  So far though, they seem to be having fun and being true to who they both are.  Worst thing we as parents had to do so far is to reign in trying to go on dates on school nights.  Sorry, dating and fun is for the weekend, school work, cheer training , and chores always come first.  We work so we can play after all.

 

Tori on the other hand, recently broke off relations with a boy she had been seeing for about four months.  One of the greatest disappointments in their relations was quite simply, that he could never say if they were in a relationship.  I might not know many things, but telling the girl where your head and heart is at, is a cornerstone of relations.  Failure to do so, leaves seeds of doubt about knowing what path you are actually on.

 

I am okay with that things ended, and she is too.  She did recently tell me about a new boy she had started talking with, and feeling out intentions.  She told her mom about him too, and she already has her asking him to go to the theatre, or on big dates, and even started planning on them going to Prom.  Whoa there lady, slow your role and let these kids get there on their own!!

 

Now it wasn’t really as if Tori was asking for my advice, but I did lend my ear first, and some ideas second.  I have gauged that she truly is interested, but is waiting things out.  I told her that taking one’s time is never a bad thing.  After all, he could be shy, or is building up courage.  If it helped, set an internal clock for herself, and when that were to ring, just ask him one if he would like to go and do things one time.  If he does, great, if he doesn’t, she at least knows that he would rather just be a friend.  Now I freely admit, I might be the last person to get dating advice from, but I feel it is good counsel that applies well.  She thanked me for that opinion and agreed that it was what she had been thinking too.

 

That, makes me smile on the inside, for she has more of me in her that either of us are aware of.  Keep up the good work kid!

 

Turning Pages

Depression, self-loathing, doubt, despair.

I have had all of these things and more.  So much that it has almost been a constant downward vortex pulling on my soul.  It was so hard to see the good within.  Like staring into the abyss and it staring back.  I can break this cycle.  I can be freed from the chains I have placed upon myself.  I don’t know exactly when it started, but I feel it has been an extremely long time that I have had a positive image when looking at the entirety of me.  But I am getting better.  Every day I find something that I like about me.  Heck, the other day I got lost in the mirror because the guy in it, for the first time, I recognized as being handsome.  It was quite the odd realization.  I managed to look past the weight, and into the person, and realized that there is a great looking man there.  Sure, he needs some work, we all do.  I need to help him.

That was a big thing.  I never offer myself help.  I can help anyone else with just about anything, but when it comes to myself, I am the worst.  I sabotage, deny, get in my own way, lie, cheat, or steal any good intentions that I should have, and channel them somewhere else.  Those days are done.  I am extending my hand, and yea, I am cautious about accepting it but I know I must.  The me who is the greatest champion for everyone else, needs to be his own too.  No more waiting for someone else to change me, I can do this.  I have the power.  It’s a scary task, but I will succeed.

Even if it takes the rest of my life.

And I for one, am finally able to look forward to it.

To Remember

Oh to dream of yesterdays

Endless summer

No worries just play

Oh what I would give to return then

Losing all concerns

Just to remember life then

Simpler times where we could just be

No troubles on our minds

No fears of failed destiny

No romance no strife

Just wholesome abandon

Such a short cycle in life

Please let me find that inner tranquility

For in that moment I will redefine

All the worst parts of me

Just, please

Why can’t you let me go 

Haven’t you done enough 

Are you not satisfied with ruining my life 

Shattering all my trust 

 

Day after day 

I am beaten and defeated 

All because I made a choice 

From that my life has been cheated 

 

Leave me alone 

I have no more blood to spill 

Or is that you final wish 

Close in for the final kill 

 

If I would have known you were like this 

I would have stopped this before the start 

Yet I lost judgement of my instincts 

And let you in my heart 

 

You have used and abused me 

Left me dead upon the floor 

Why do you choose to torture me 

Why insist on taking more 

 

One day I will get past you 

I hope that it comes fast 

Before your infatuation due needs paid 

And I breathe my final gasp 

That Long Look in the Mirror

 

Envy is certain 

Hatred, maybe 

When ever did I become 

My own enemy 

 

So long have I fought  

Chasing after naught but sin 

When what I really needed 

Was to reconnect within 

 

Self-doubt and loathing  

Personal image is only despair 

Lost what it meant to enjoy 

Forgotten how to care 

 

I am a good person 

I deserve to exist 

I will become better 

I must trust in this 

 

I am sorry for what I have done 

But this doesn’t mean I have to end 

For today I forgive myself 

For forgetting to be a friend 

 

It may take a lot of dates 

A lot of paths to wander 

Putting my own self in order 

Before I rip myself asunder 

 

I am sorry Dean for I have not 

Loved you enough that you felt forsaken 

Believe in me that we will find our way 

From an idea that was mistaken 

 

I hold out my hand 

For myself to grasp 

Finding the courage within 

To face these demons at last