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Snippit of my poem.
The following is a snippit of a poem
that I wrote that is included in my book. Please understand that all rights are reserved and copyrighted. Work may not be distributed or used elsewhere without consent of author. "How swollen are our hearts when the sun goes down into desolate night. Come morning, everything we bare has learned to expire on its own." vNova©copyright2014 |
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one of my fav books.
“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men have
no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me. . .” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince |
PREACH!
"If you are in a relationship that causes you imbalance and anguish, get out. We come together in relationships to grow, not to live in misery."
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There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.”
― Wendell Berry |
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The only reason we don't open our hearts and minds to other people is that
they trigger confusion in us that we don't feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else's eyes. ~Pema Chodron |
"Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible in us be found. You are the sky. Everything else... It's just the weather.
If we learn to open our hearts, anyone, including the people who drive us crazy, can be our teacher. The only reason we don't open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don't feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else's eyes. Feelings like disappointment, embarrassment, irritation, resentment, anger, jealousy, and fear, instead of being bad news, are actually very clear moments that teach us where it is that we’re holding back. They teach us to perk up and lean in when we feel we’d rather collapse and back away. They’re like messengers that show us, with terrifying clarity, exactly where we’re stuck. This very moment is the perfect teacher, and, lucky for us, it’s with us wherever we are.” ~ Pema Chodron |
movie quote
I am not afraid. I am astonished. I had not realized until this moment how real everything is. A twig lies on the marble at my feet, bearing a cluster of hard brown berries. The broken-off end is raw, white, fleshly. Trees are alive.
"I'm here," Carlton says again, and he is.” ~ A home at the end of the world |
The High Cost of Living
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"I came back because I knew if I didn't stand in front of you and apologize I wouldn't ever be able to live with myself" |
Fuck Like We Did (A Poem For The Jaded) By Staceyann Chin
I want to fuck the way we did when we believed we were invincible when we thought ourselves unbreakable when we knew nothing of hearts shattering or bones fracturing under the weight of unrealized dreams I want to promise the impossible/again I want to unlearn this hesitation that colors my steps/measured slow/trudge that I am now I want the urge to move erratic/irrational fall helplessly in lust with someone who was promised to someone else I want to know that we were meant for each other without proof I want to know we were divined by God or fate or fortune I want my actions to belie the fact of these brutal years that have shuttered me passions held taut beneath this loose gut I want my body back the one that could wrap itself careless round the idea of forever/without fear I want to leap off some idiotic ledge/I want to hedge less I want to erase these lines drawn definitive round the edges of what I can do i want to ignore the blotted lines running decisive through the list of things I decided not to do I want to do everything you ask ask you anything/without knowing how you will answer I want to shake this inertia move you to tears/with the things I am too afraid to say to you late at night/early morning sex unexpected I want to fuck like we did when we were doing it/for love foolhardy/with hardly any fear of the future I want to believe in love/like I did before I had a kid/before we knew how to stop mid-orgasm before these impermeable cracks hammered steel beams through the fragile flesh of my heart before my art started making money before balancing my emotional budget became a thing I needed to do before our wings broke before the yoke of collected experience dragged us away from our best selves I want to do more than just fuck I want more days of feeling/foolish and full/and flustered/and flushed I want more of myself/more of you more of us wanting more out of today and tomorrow and all the days we aren't even sure will ever come I want to do everything you ask ask you anything/without knowing how you will answer... |
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