JHem

I wonder why When you look up at the sky You think of it as 'up there' But when you put your hands out Clearly you must see There is no dividing line In a way You're never not touching the endless The skies You have the entire universe right here Breathe it in

When people speak about love, why does it almost always have to involve another person? Whatever happened to the love of being alive? The love of enjoying your craft? The love of designing a cool shirt, running an event, or just smelling the roses and taking in the horizon can be just as grand as, or even more, invigorating as romantic love. Don't get me wrong, loving people is really awesome too, but it seems really scarce, to me at least, to really meet someone that brings me a sense of aliveness that isn't based on some sort of neurotic attachment stemming from lack. Heck, sometimes the pure things become poisonous if I'm not careful. I could write an essay on this, but nahhh... I'm just curious. Whatever happened to the love that has no requirements or particular gain. Whatever happened to just paying attention? Isn't the attention you give, regardless if it's on a person, thing, objective, etc, the ultimate form of love?

This is a story of poetry A tale of a ribbon pulled too tightly One end dried from her deeds The other -- a heart with wings Willing to take the lead Her heart was soft Her heart was slow But her heart was willing indeed To let it be known That she was loved For a tender time Her heart tugged To pull her in To show her it's okay Things don't have to be this way Even during the mess When we're intertwined I'll be here to help you rest Yet she began to pull away Whispering to her heart I can't believe things are okay Don't take this lightly For her heart grasped too tightly And the closely kept ribbon fell apart

Constantly looking Always searching For something to fill The void in my heart The heartache I carry with me The insecurity inside of me Following me As I wish for something pure Constantly looking Always searching To mend this absence To be filled with presence This pain I hold with me This trail of disparity Has its way with me As I fall into the same old bore This is the tour Of one who's forlorn Writing about her unborn lore From a love that was torn

Oh, today It's no longer yesterday I can't wait 'till tomorrow, Or I'll be filled with sorrow Because it won't be okay Step by step, Moment by moment, I can't help but feel The fear of the next day Being in my way I'm not okay, It's not okay, Where is the way... I can't help but shiver, As the void brings me to quiver The tilt of never being okay Stuck in my own dismay It's not okay To fall my own way What else is there to say...

What if the heart breaking was a good thing? What if what was breaking wasn't the heart, but the armoring around it? What if the pain is just the heart shedding off that thick skin you built to block you out from everything that makes you vulnerable, open? What if the ache brought you back to the the most tender part of yourself? What if an unguarded heart was a call home to love? No matter how many times she breaks my heart, I can never hold onto the anger that arises. No matter how many times she brings tears to my eyes, I can never think any less of her. No matter how painful, each heartbreak humbles me to see remember our humaness. Perhaps this is a cleansing of conditioning to the innocence we're covering up? A surrender to an all inclusive love of allowing without argument? An open heart, no?

From the crack of dawn Till the dust settled I couldn't help but fawn Over the way you made me curious Of how someone could be so kind Yet mysterious In the way you had showered me with attention Only now to withhold it Leaving me as another passerby Just another guy As you say 'goodbye' I guess I was just a pawn