I Wrote This For You // The Dedication List

Not a whole lot to say beyond the poetry today. This one speaks well for itself, and speaks to the people who read my blog. Thank you for showing such an interest into my thoughts. I hope you find some meaning, entertainment, insight, or distraction from my ramblings.

*Reminder that I take no credit for this work. It does not belong to me, I did not make it, I make no claim to it other than the feelings it evokes in me.

Toodles!

I Wrote This For You // The Time It Takes to Fall

Far to often, people (including myself) forget to enjoy the things in their life as they are. We focus too much on getting to the next thing, another pastime, a deeper connection. By doing this, we miss what's right in front of us, we miss the beauty of what we already have. I've been trying to make adjustments to my life for the better over this last year, and one of the big things I've been focusing on is enjoying my life in the now. Having something might hurt later if/when it leaves, but that doesn't make the experience any less meaningful. I'll take the pain of loss over the numbness of not having anything. Loving and hurting makes life much more worthwhile than to sit in fear, to not strive for anything because you're afraid of failure. Or rejection. Or loss. Or pain. Nothing is guaranteed, positive or negative. So why not strive for happiness, and accept what happens because of it? You either remain happy, or you dust yourself off, see what you've learned, and have a new story to tell.

I'm taking pictures of the book of poetry I'm taking quotes from instead of simply typing them out. Part of poetry is the form in which it is presented, so my typing wasn't giving it the justice it deserved. There is a copy of the book that doesn't include the photos, but my copy includes them. So now Saturday quotes shall be a little larger, with direct pictures from I Wrote This For You.

*Reminder that I take no credit for this work. It does not belong to me, I did not make it, I make no claim to it other than the feelings it evokes in me.

Toodles!

I Wrote This For You // The First Sign is Taking Strange Pictures

*Language warning today

It's interesting how by attaching a word to something can completely change how it is  perceived. Two people sitting on a couch watching Netflix sounds normal. Call it a relationship, and suddenly that evening could be a date. An evening of sex with someone could be fucking or it could be making love, both have different imagery attached. Someone will fiercely defend whether they are a geek or a nerd.

Attaching words to things has a certain power about it. As someone who loves to write, the words people choose when they write or speak is incredibly interesting to me.


The First Sign is Taking Strange Pictures

I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn't worry anyone.

*Reminder that I take no credit for this work. It does not belong to me, I did not make it, I make no claim to it other than the feelings it evokes in me.

Toodles!

I Wrote This For You // The Song Across Wires

The "baggage" that people carry around with them, their history, is something that for some reason has become kind of negative aspect. That the choices that made them precisely who they are today are somehow a burden for the people they let into their lives. Being a mess doesn't make you messy, it makes you unique. No matter how many times you spill milk on the floor, it'll never look the exact same twice. The real trick to dealing with your past is to find people who accept you for who you are, not who you used to be. That old version of you is important, for sure, they grew into the current you. But remember which one of them you live as. You can dwell on the old one, as the current one stands still in life. Or you can live as you are, and be able to look back at the footsteps that you've made up to this point, and the paths ahead waiting for you to step there.

The Song Across Wires

I'm a picture without a frame.

A poem without a rhyme.

A car with three tires.

A sun without fire.

I am a gun without bullets.

I am the truth without someone to hear it.

I am a feeling without someone to feel it.

This is who I am.

A mess without you.

Something beautiful with you.

*Reminder that I take no credit for this work. It does not belong to me, I did not make it, I make no claim to it other than the feelings it evokes in me.

Toodles!

I Wrote This For You // The Heart Rides On

Being in a long distance relationship isn't easy. Like seriously, for two people that are very physical in nature, long distance is freakin' hard. But I can focus on the time we've already spent together, and use those memories to weather the time between visits.



The Heart Rides On

I love you. I love your eyes. I love your smell. I love your hair. I love your laugh. I love your skin. I love everything inside you. And I'll try to make all the parts that I find, happy.

Because you make me happy. So much.



*Reminder that I take no credit for this work. It does not belong to me, I did not make it, I make no claim to it other than the feelings it evokes in me.

Toodles!

I Wrote This For You // The Corner of Me and You

By now everyone who reads this blog should be very aware that I am a romantic, and I take my shot at being poetic when the mood strikes me. An old acquaintance  of mine reminded me that in order to become a better writer, it was necessary to read. Over this past (eventful) summer, I bought two books of poetry, entitled I Wrote This For You and I Wrote For You and Only You. Both of these books contain a number of beautiful, anonymous pieces of poetry. They vary in length from be only a line to taking up the entire page. Because Saturdays don't currently have a theme on my blog, I have decided to post chosen works out of the books.

The Corner of Me and You

I don't know if you felt that or not.

But it felt like two people kissing after hours of thinking about it.

It felt like two people talking after nights of silence.

It felt like two people touching after weeks of being numb.

It felt like two people facing each other after months of looking away.

It felt like two people in love after years of being alone.

And it felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.



*Reminder that I take no credit for this work. It does not belong to me, I did not make it, I make no claim to it other than the feelings it evokes in me.

Toodles!