Posts tagged ‘honesty’

February 14, 2013

Where Love Still Remains

Some things, they say,
like certain favorite dishes,
are better after you let them stew,
and rest, bringing on deeper flavors to enjoy.

Sometimes, I’ve found,
it takes time, and a willingness
to try again, and again.  A strong desire
to not only not give up, but to also make things better.

Some people, I know,
like you, my love, are able to change
themselves, and other people’s minds,
like mine.  Surprisingly, against all odds, they move past
the past, to a new place where love still remains, and grows.

~ smj

To my honey… 
I’m glad you’re still the one…

Shania Twain – Still the One

January 5, 2012


Steam rises hot off her skin as the water rolls
off her back into shallow pools that skirt around weary feet.
She breathes

deep, warm, cleansing breaths.  Savoring each one
as if it were the first drag from her last cigarette.

Exhaled wet smoke joins forces and adheres to glass,
surrounding her in a dull grey veil, blurring the world outside
until it fades to black, drowned down and out
by the soothing rush of running water.

Surviving droplets cling to droplets and stand fast on hazy walls
defying gravity until pressures mount into unbearable burdens
forcing them to swell, and spill, and plunge at last
as salty tears merging into freshwater streams

cutting trails through fog, providing glimpses
of life in streaks that call to her.  Reluctantly

the door opens, and with a cloud of smoke and mirrors
she steps out of the shower, and back into existence

~ smj

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New Morning, by Alpha Rev

December 6, 2011

Can you see the real me?

Soooo…  I recently had a somewhat long-term blogging buddy-of sorts  (who shall remain nameless) suggest to me that I get set up on Facebook… Well, that is a good idea, right?  Should be relatively simple.  Especially since I have used Facebook with my real name (that shall remain nameless for real) for years.  Plus, I have created and maintained Facebook pages for others, so I know a little about this kind of thing – and really, if I have a public blog, why not a Facebook page, right?  Makes perfect sense.  Why didn’t’ I think of that?

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August 7, 2011

Writing for myself…

I started my first real journal when I was about 12 years old.  Since then, I have almost always had a journal, or diary or blog of some sort.   When I was a kid, there weren’t any blogs (yes, I’m old).   I just wrote in an old beat up notebook – which turned into a huge 3 ring binder.   I wrote about a page or so, almost every day.  More often than not I just wrote about whatever had happened that day, and how I was feeling.  Sometimes, I wrote poems.

Usually, I wrote before I went to bed,  but

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April 7, 2011


I wanted it restored,
this old vanity of mine,
for its weathered wooden drawers
were full of memories and magic
that could transport me back
in time, to my selective past
before I grew up
all too fast.

One morning, years ago,
my vanity appeared.  Just
appeared. All white and gold
with mystical mirrors that could tilt
reality. And as I woke I tried to
focus on the sleepy image of a girl
who returned my stare

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