Posts Tagged love

these four walls

four walls provide shelter.
protection from rain and sun.
a buffer from the cold and heat.
a quiet place to find rest.

four walls do not provide life.
it doesn’t seep from the foundation.
it doesn’t blow in through the cracks.
it doesn’t drip from the light fixture
every time it rains.

life is made from love and laughter.
life is forged out of respect and admiration.
life is built through trust and participation.

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old words with new meaning

Cleaning out a closet I ran into one of your old journals. Once I realized what it was, fully, the words I’d read seared me inside. I wanted to close it, throw it, rip it, burn it, then pretend that I’d never found it. But the more I read the more it somehow made me feel better.

You were just a child. You had boyfriend pants, brightly dyed hair, both of your nipples pierced, and your head tilted toward the world. Your sweet, flowing innocence was evident in every looped “l”, every dotted “i”, and every praise for an unsmoked cigarette.

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fat free kisses

[I've been writing a lot of poetry lately. Little snippets mostly. Bits waiting to be grown into something bigger. But they are less fun locked away and unshared. And no thought is really ever finished. So, here they are, still growing...]

Our hands were clasped to hold the liner notes of sad songs we sang together.
I’m a sucker for a soft, sad song, don’t get me wrong. But, no matter how soft
or how thick, a blanket of sadness just doesn’t keep me warm at night.
In the end, all we really had is a handful of wishes and far far too much sadness.
So you can call this whatever you want but I’m throwing your toothbrush away.
and I’m building the rest of my life on blocks of happiness.

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circles never end… until they’re broken

Yesterday was my 7th wedding anniversary.

We’ve been separated for over a year. We’ll likely be no longer married within a month or two. I never wanted to split up in the first place, not because of my wife, but because of the commitment we made and because of my child. Despite all of this, I still had cause to celebrate.

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the next best thing

new york calls to me in rain drops and puddles–
the pit pat tapping call to something more.
like your name on my lips, each pause intended.
each drop more important than the last.

but I know your song.
I know its volume and its capacity to fill.
it is not the rain which never ceases.

I am not suited by a place.
home is not tangible.
yet it is so easily described by tangible things.
things like you, new york.
and the next best thing.

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behind every door

5/365: behind every door every door leads to a different path. but every path offers similar views.

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Resolutions

I don’t usually bother to make New Year resolutions. As best as I can tell, I haven’t done so for at least the last three years. It has always just seemed so arbitrary to make large changes and big promises on a day that, in reality, isn’t any more important than any other. I just felt that we as a society should be able to make changes whenever we need them and that waiting for some special day to do so was just a crutch. I still think this is true, to some effect. But I’m also beginning to understand the true importance of ritual, celebration, and social unity. I am starting to realize the necessity of patterns and the importance of outward representation of inner change.

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a color unseen

Before a child understands the concept of  ”color”, explaining to them what “red” is is not possible. You must, instead, show them what red is. We simply lack the words to describe color. We can list things that are red. We can talk about feelings and ideas that share the essence of the color red. We can talk about what the color red means to us. But in the end, without seeing it, you simply can’t understand it.

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all the riches money can’t buy

They’re really not so different than us, wealthy people. You’d think with so much money and fame and fortune that their lives would be remarkably different. And on the surface they are. Everything they have is bigger, everything has nicer labels on it, and there are some problems that simply don’t exist when you have enough money to throw around. But once you get under the surface, everything else is the same.

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on child rearing and parenting

I think our society makes raising children too difficult. The intentions are good: we all want to raise our children to be the best, healthiest, happiest children ever while still maintaining as much of ourselves as possible. But everyone has a different idea about what that means. The parenting section at any bookstore is full of titles. Aside from the very basics — you should feed your kid every now and then, etc — hardly any of them agree with one another.

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