11/12/18

Instead of a poem, today I’d like to just post the lyrics to what is currently my favourite song. The song is called She Used to Be Mine and is performed by Jenna (Jessie Mueller). Her rendition of this masterpiece awakens such awe in me, that there are human beings out there that can use lyrics and song to such a great extent, that they reduce me to tears. I thoroughly encourage you to listen to it as well, but to also watch the musical somehow.

For added context: This song is near the ending of the musical, as the main character: Jenna, reflects on herself and how she has changed.

She Used to Be Mine

It’s not simple to say
That most days I don’t recognize me
That these shoes and this apron
That place and its patrons
Have taken more than I gave them
It’s not easy to know
I’m not anything like I used be, although it’s true
I was never attention’s sweet center
I still remember that girl
She’s imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won’t ask for help
She is messy, but she’s kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine
It’s not what I asked for
Sometimes life just slips in through a back door
And carves out a person and makes you believe it’s all true
And now I’ve got you
And you’re not what I asked for
If I’m honest, I know I would give it all back
For a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two
For the girl that I knew
Who’ll be reckless, just enough
Who’ll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up
When she’s bruised and gets used by a man who can’t love
And then she’ll get stuck
And be scared of the life that’s inside her
Growing stronger each day ’til it finally reminds her
To fight just a little, to bring back the fire in her eyes
That’s been gone, but used to be mine
Used to be mine
She is messy, but she’s kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine

6/12/18

From his mind onto the paper, the words moved.

Carefully, with conscious decision each placed in its rightful position.

The paper was folded, and attached to the foot of a pigeon.

It flew, out into the sky.

It flew, through the darkness and through the light.

It landed, its journey halfway done.

For a new letter was attached to its foot, the last one removed.

It was released, and it flew.

It flew, back through the sky.

It flew the way it came.

The man sprang up in great anticipation as the bell rang, notifying him of the pigeon’s arrival.

The man cautiously opened the letter, finally a reply.

The letter, from the one he held dear said:

“Seen”

For her

I see your eyes, and they reach in.

They fill my heart, and I wish I filled yours.

This constant crisis, withstanding the test of time.

The everlasting dream, to hold you under the stars, to reveal your brightness to the universe for none compares.

Your laugh, the sweetest sound that makes me want to cease to exist, for I know no greater thing may be true in this life.

Your nose, your lips, vital pieces to such a face of perfections.

Even in those moments of embarrassment the beauty of your soul shines.

The utter beauty of sincerity, of reality, though these thoughts are a contrast.

I am…

Falling so, so madly in love.

A completely helpless feeling.

No prescribed medication for this, except to simply release this burden, so it may grow into something beautiful.

Or die.

3/12/18

The man’s squat became a stand;

Knees cracked, a wince.

He shakes the dust out of his shoulder;

A pop, a sigh.

Pondering, will the arrow strike true?

Twang, said the bow.

Eyes narrow, a flicker of hope.

A physical conundrum, the arrow turns away.

It flies.

It flies far.

It flies far away.

To the ends of the earth.

The arrow finds a partner for life.

They ride on a horse into the glowing sunset.