Don’t Take Things So Personally

Let me tell you a little something about me to help you from getting those precious feelers hurt the next time I do me and it gets in the way of your expectations.

99% of the time, my actions will neither be the result of yours nor rooted in anything outside of my own narcissistic intentions in the pursuit of well being.

Begging for my attention will send me running in the opposite direction as I have no time in my life for codependency.

And furthermore, asking if I am alive, will make my skin crawl…a sign of needfulness, I am sure to avoid.

You will rarely hear from me daily and it has nothing to do with you.

At times, I cannot be bothered…there is just so much left to do.

It is not that I don’t hold you as a priority, but rather the I am higher on my list.

I have spent a life time getting there and I refuse to go back now.

For once, I know my own self worth and for once, it does not depend on the validations of another.

I am not someone who craves social interaction, if anything, I avoid it.

What I do crave is intelligent conversation, the exchange of information with another inspired soul.

Someone who challenges me to continue moving forward, no matter what the cost.

I am secure and content in my own company and I find most cases of engagment with the masses to be unnecessarily exhausting.

Killing the world with kindness is tiresome to say the least.

Keeping up appearances, even more so.

And it is for that reason, I have no problem turning off my phone.

In fact, if I am being honest, I am not a fan of talking on the phone at all  because I can’t stand being stuck in one place and in most cases answering means stopping the music and messing with my flow.

If you are someone I enjoy long chats with consider yourself one of the chosen few. I must truly care for you.

And when I seem to pull away, know it is most likely nothing on you.

I tend to tip toe along the outskirts of this world, pressing my face against the glass, as if to observe the creatures inside.

I much prefer it here…floating among the clouds.

Below, can feel so small…such a little fish in such a big pond.

But above, it’s only me…no one else fighting for my time.

It is where I retreat when the lights grows dim and a place that feels more like home than anywhere else I’ve been.

So believe me when I say, it’s not you, it’s me.

Remember, don’t take things so personally.

Extraordinarily Unusual

There is something about this thunder that seems to rattle my bones.

Perhaps it is that I have always fantasized about kissing in the rain, under the stars, amidst the moonlight.

Goosebumps on my skin from the chill in the air

or it may be the way he grazes my cheek in warming embrace.

For a moment I am helpless, hopelessly falling…

His kiss electric, lightning to my core and then I hear the rumble…the thunder

Rising within us like an unstoppable flame.

Never to be extinguished, no matter how we fight.

There is power in the clouds above,

Where the darkness unites our souls.

It is a place only the strange can see.

An extraordinarily unusual rift in time,

When we are fully exposed and perfectly understood.

A rarity for the peculiar, this, not having to pretend…to feel.


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The glitter has all faded,

The will to fight has fled.

Laying in the darkness,

Wishing for the end.

Tired of pretending,

He didn’t break her heart.

His disregard,

So painful,

Only one choice remains,

To give up the fight.

Exhausted by these memories,

Swimming in her head.

Broken promises,

And the hope that someday,

She would be enough.

If not to him, to someone.

It’s just a flicker now…

That light dangling at the end of the tunnel.

For it once held the prospect of something better,

A reason to keep on fighting.

But now…

Now it is simply a reminder,

Of oh so many failed attempts.

To matter, just a little…

To be loved.

Courageously Broken

And suddenly, it was all clear.

This is dangerous…forbidden

Within the constructs of this world.

United, we are invincible.

Routine is the comfortable…the ordinary.

But we…we shake it up.

With fiercely ignited passion,

The kind…that just may save this life.

The only way to truly conquer the demon inside.

And for that, this universal force works diligently to keep us apart.

For we hold the potential for destruction.

Together we are reckless, the unstoppable change feared by the normal.

Un-empathetically driven.

Those with true purpose.

Humanity’s only hope for vindication.

We are the courageously broken; the dangerously intended.

The Taste of Being Human

Dripping lips of poison tattoo my skin, as they graze along the caverns of an old and weary heart.

Its walls encrusted with the agony of darkness, misery and despair.

Built from the bricks of tragedy, sealed with scars and pounded together by the bruises of the past.

Crumbling ever slightly, as anticipation…and…this warming sensation begin to make me quiver.

Oh how I love the shiver, the shudder, this glimmer…of hope.

A momentary lapse of apprehension that will surely desecrate me further, but I hold no regrets.

I have no desire for the antivenom.

For I wish to revel in the agony of this destruction.

To suffocate beneath the feelings of pleasure, surrender to these hands delicately tracing my skin.

The precious rarity of the undeniable chemistry between us awakens me.

In this fleeting bitter sweet rendezvous I no longer feel numb, no longer lay stagnant, no longer walk alone.

And for that, I shall sacrifice the light for even just a taste of being human.