Just be you That misplaced shoe, reminds me of you, and your endless rush toward your newest passion. You are a blur of forward movement. Those socks that quite often don’t match but, manage none-the-less to convey, with just a glance, the temperature of your percolating heart. That rumpled hair, that your fingers find, asContinue reading “Just be you”
Yeah, I know, you got shadows. So what? Even your dark sides balance you in the light. Even the irritated you is beautiful. Because each growl from your annoyed throat, indicates you noticed things to be annoyed by. That you are paying attention to things and keeping track of it all because you care, evenContinue reading “The shadow at your side”
I’ve got you covered if you ever get an owie. (Um..not cause I want to insult you…(blush) just because I think you might laugh at them.) 🌸B
The years have grown longer but your smiles have become stronger, more filled with contentment and surprised wonder. You have built these blessings, brick by brick, stone by stone. and now stand before the well-made foundation that is your hearts most cherished dream. These moments become you. Happy Birthday. Thank you for being born. YouContinue reading “Anu”
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Even the sweaty and disheveled you is loved, for that is you in your honest face. The parts of you that end up on the cutting room floor are the bits of you that I gather up and press sweetly into poetry books and journals, to remind me, that you are also a person everyContinue reading “Just be you,”
Dear MW5T, As I get older I realize that there are some things I never speak my thoughts on. Conversations I am saving up, for a select few confidantes. The rare ear I wait for that hasn’t shown up just yet. Thoughts that I instinctively realize are too much for most people. I’ll know themContinue reading “Dear Man With 5 Typewriters,”
When I think of you something strange happens. Something unlike others who patter on about you giving them heart palpitations every time you smile, every time you speak. every time you breathe. My pulse doesn’t beat more rapidly, it doesn’t break out in dance, in fact, it slows down, it relaxes, it stills. it calms,Continue reading “Exhale”
It doesn’t matter if you lose all your money. all your looks all your fame. Those things, aren’t really you anyway. You’re the guy Who bends down to see small things more closely. Wanders away from the conversation because his mind woke up. Looks back and gets caught up in yesterday’s goodbyes. Sees the detailsContinue reading “I see you”
I don’t know your story. I just know that family relationships are kinda hard and often complicated. My relationship with my own father was extremely complicated and definitely very private. I’m sorry for your loss. Bex
Sometimes the best stories, are the ones you rarely share. Some are in your heart. Like wishes or longing. They speak of who you are inside your dreams. They reveal the heart of you, the deep of you. The you that wants to be a hero, or savior. To have the right answers. The youContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 Typewriters”
25 things I really, really like about you. 1) Venus in Cancer 2) You remove your hat for photos, because your manners matter more to you than your hairstyle. 3) Voracious reader. 4) You still blush. 5) You never stop learning the language. 6) The Pudendum moment (Still funny) 7) The best smiles are giftedContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 Typewriters,”
Happy Birthday!!🎁💐🎂 Here is your present: A breeze is also a breath A cool breeze to clear cobwebs and reveal forgotten shades of color. A soft breeze to uncurl thoughts and gently foster growing dreams. A warm breeze to spark inspiration and set fire to tomorrow’s ambition. A breeze is also a breath ————- CloseContinue reading “Dear Man with 5 Typewriters,”
When an old friend is ailing, your heart feels a bit stretched thin and you fret, a bit, about how you’ll miss them if something happens. It doesn’t matter if that friend is a living person or something else, it still matters. If you spend enough time with something, it becomes part of who youContinue reading “Dear man with 5 Typewriters,”
I looked up mine, it was “Guardian of Sacred Wisdom” Then, I looked up yours. Much chuckling ensued, dude! (Excellent!)
Teach me the grace of a small deed. The beauty in a task with no reward. The joy in being present. The gift in being silent.
I wish I could write you for real. I’d make you laugh and tell you stories. Give you someone you can talk to about everything that you wonder about. If wishes were fishes.
Sometimes it’s not about appearances. The way you smile or the way you move. It’s not about money or intellect. It’s not about prestige or influence. It’s not any of those things. Sometimes it’s about the small still voice that started things off, from the very beginning, and never stopped being true. The core truthContinue reading “Dear Anu, In case you don’t know why people love you”
Dear Man with 5 Typewriters, I don’t get it, why do people take photos of you leaving the hotel or at the airport? It makes 0 sense to me. Don’t you do that stuff a lot? Like, 100 times a year or something? It’s repetitive and seriously unnecessary. While I like to see your face,Continue reading “Dear man with 5 Typewriters, (June 24th, 2017)”