newborn writechild

www.stainedfingers.wordpress.com

I'm still unsure of the survival potential of today's birth.
I'm floating in and out of blogs trying to find myself as well as a "correct" way and place to write and type and love and hate. I don't know very much of late, only that I learn much more when I observe those around me who I do and don't know. But as opposed to judging from my observations, I'd like to think I am instead constructing new/different or building on old understandings of people. We are a strange species, and one I couldn't be more in love with!

reassurance reacquainted

So finally these many waves
Crashed upon my plastic caves
Tell me why they wouldn't hold
These pressures are a little old
These broken shards of plastic shields
These obsolete and aging fears
These mechanisms of defense
Impersonal, fearful immense.

But wash me over salty waves
With songs and Psalms to make me brave
You whispered love, swiftly disarmed
Validating me without need of charm
Your concrete truth, I hold to tightly
Shared passions urge me, keep on fighting
I find in you my greatest peace
You bought my life for yours released.

Tell me what I would ever gain
If all I did was run from pain.

never ever clever

I stacked atop the mini wheelbarrow because I tried to transport more junk than the little tike could comfortably manage when it got caught in a crack in the concrete and my momentum carried me forward... my left shin still feels the repercussions twelve hours later. I just thought you'd like to know.

Apparently my emotions seem to mirror this awkward, clumsy, somewhat accidental yet self-inflicted amusement forwardslash annoying bruise pain. I don't know what to do with myself and I don't know why I do this to myself. I think I'm much too susceptible to a little bit of...I wouldn't even call it charm or chivalry, but somehow whatever it is encompasses both. Black and white or sepia? I can't decide.

Not a fan of wine (red)
Though I like nightime's navy blue
Bedtime's getting later
I also like playing with staples and glue.

Challenge this!

I have the best friends

in
the
world.

Rhyme and rhythm of she incoherent

Late shower
Hair dryer
Dry skin
Sleep in

Thoughts on fire
Dreams expire
Distinguishing, truth from liar

Waiting, wanting
Temporary
Finding, minding
Those worth caring

Smiles and handshakes
Syrup, pancakes
Firm but fluffy
Tell me nothing

What if we all
Never looked for
Love or told you
"You are beautiful"

Love aint
For the faint
Look hard
Junkyards