Tag Archive: poetry
I sit here staring at this blank canvas …
thinking.
I am trying to organize my thoughts
but it seems I keep getting lost.
A.D.D. got the best of me,
thinking of … him
dreaming of … when
stressing about … what could of been
throwing the remains in a box to be forgotten
I’ll start this weekend …
begin with anything resembling him.
re-reading the prior all over again, trying to come up with something
but I keep on thinking …
I want to let it out but my fingers can’t catch up …
BLAR!!!
(re-read)
(re-read)
(singing … Just Dance … going to be okay … just dance … going to be okay .. dance dance dance)
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It seems most of my material things are either, falling apart, getting lost, being fixed, or getting replaced.
1. My car’s windshield had a small crack that became a crack straight across, now replaced.
2. My car’s light was no longer shining because of wiring issues, now fixed.
3. My FM Transmitter was lost, now replaced but still hoping to find it.
4. My spare iPod USB is lost, still lost.
5. My clothe dryer was no longer heating just tumbling, now replaced.
6. My PC’s CD Burner and Universal Media card reader are no longer recognized, I need to replace/temporarily fix.
2. My car’s light was no longer shining because of wiring issues, now fixed.
3. My FM Transmitter was lost, now replaced but still hoping to find it.
4. My spare iPod USB is lost, still lost.
5. My clothe dryer was no longer heating just tumbling, now replaced.
6. My PC’s CD Burner and Universal Media card reader are no longer recognized, I need to replace/temporarily fix.
I know it seems like I am falling apart but there is one thing in my life that seems to be going RIGHT!
7. My heart was broken, now is fixed.
Things seem to feel so different this time. I feel FREEdom and with that I have gained some wisdom. I have learned a lot about myself and about others. Continuously learning … growing … loving … forgiving …
I digress … ’tis late.
Liza Mae
This just came out the way it did and sorry if it is too hard to understand …
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The passion between us is so strong that it still resonates within me. I crumble with the thoughts of us together. It has been six days too long since we were in close proximity and the moment that he came close to me, I reached pure bliss. It was an euphoric moment. The thoughts of us makes my knees weak and stomach turn. I can not even describe this connection we share because there are not enough words to describe this feeling. I am still lost for words but the only words that seem to flow from my lips are "I love you" and those words are not even enough, so I try to show this love with my touch, my kisses, my smile. His eyes glow while I stare back at them and his eyes smile with his lips. I can barely type this because the passion is too much for my mind to catch up to it. I can not really describe it but all I know is that it makes my soul smile – it makes me happy inside and out.
Wearing her heart on her sleeve,
Liza Mae
I wrote this on my Blackberry while on the subway. There are two ways you can read it. All in one long stride or skip formats. So read all the regular fonts first – then the italicized. The italicized is what actually was occurring on the subway and the regular font is what I was thinking during those moments.
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So I am standing at Pape station after my Hip Hop dance class wondering why I am standing alone?!? 100 metres of him … I. step on the train and I am getting farther and farther…
station . stop . station .
People exit … people enter … people sit
People read … Little boy sneezes …
I have little tolerance but I am patient. I rather not fight so I surrender. I stepped on the train as he wanted.
Victoria Park …
2 more stops ’til mine.
Victoria Park …
At a stand still …
Waiting patiently.
Listening to “Losing my way” by Justin Timberlake.
I take things as they are. If the light is Green – I go, if it is Red – I stop.
Boy stares in to my eyes.
My eyes smile.
I no longer run reds because I am trying to listen to your words from your lips and your eyes, I do not negate them.
Kennedy. I am at my stop.
- Liza Mae
