Eureka!

After my “rage” post, I’ve been doing a lot of processing and had a big eureka moment regarding relationships. J was the manifestation of this issue. I AM NOT MEANT TO BE WITH ANYONE RIGHT NOW!

Yes, I’m lonely. Yes, I want to wake up curled in someone’s arms. But it’s going to have to wait.
It’s been 2 1/2 years since I left Scott. Even longer since I felt like I had a true partner. I flirted and dated afterwards, enjoying my newfound freedom. Hell, I had more options than I could handle.

And now…..wha???? It’s like this transparent wall I keep bashing my head against. Me, who could pick and choose anyone she wanted all of the sudden can’t even get a palatable one night stand?!?!? (tongue in cheek here

I have found my path. I am the sword in the fire and I am being tempered. All of the experiences, feelings, and trauma of my past are being passed through the fire and transformed into the purpose they were meant for.

Many of the people in my life have been drifting away, and a flood of new people has been coming in. People who are meant, on a soul level, to assist me in my way.

I cannot be with someone while I am being tempered. It must all been burned away and transformed. To be with someone right now would bog me down in the same old shit.

The next 2 1/2 years will be ones of intense transformation and at the end I will be the phoenix rising from the ashes.

And at the end of this…..oh I know he is waiting. I have dreamed of him for years, we have talked, we have felt each other across whatever distance is separating us. I have felt his hand pass across my cheek. I even have an idea what his name might be. And he will be my true love and companion. My partner in crime. My lover and playmate. My equal in all things, and as willing to learn as to teach. We will compliment each other, two souls entwined rising together in ecstasy.

But we are not ready yet. I will come to him when I am capable of true, honest love. When I love myself completely.

And when it has all been burned away and I stand tempered in the open doorway of the rising sun, I will be ready to meet my new life, my love, and most of all….myself.

I will not be diverted from my path.

P.S Read The Bridge Across Forever by Richard Bach

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Head Like a Hole

I’m raging. My head is a black hole sucking everything in and around me into the walled fortress of my self until I can feel the walls groaning under the strain.

I want to lash out. I want to hurt people. I want to shake them until they see what is inside me. My muscles are aching from the strain of keeping myself from destroying everything in my sight. I cast desperately around me for SOMEONE to listen, to understand, to HEAR me. I feel there isn’t a person on this Earth that knows me, that cares whether I am really here or not. I feel I could disappear and there isn’t a single goddamn person who would notice or care for more that an instant. I curl into a ball around the pain and loneliness that is threatening to overwhelm me.

I’m angry at K. I wasn’t when he first emailed me, but I find I’m growing angrier. I feel he is being selfish, and that he has betrayed our friendship. He says he will welcome me back with open arms once I meet his “conditions” but you know what? I may have you as a friend in my life again but it will NEVER be the same. That trust and bond that was sacred to me has been destroyed. He just lost the best friend he will ever have.

I had to tell J I can’t see him for a while. I thought this unrequited crap was dealt with YEARS ago, but apparently not. I can’t deal with confusion and being off balance and ever so careful. What am I doing wanting someone who clearly doesn’t want me? Like my friend said last night “Don’t ever goddamn settle” I deserve someone who loves and wants me truly, madly, deeply.

Why can’t people just fucking be OPEN? We’ve ALL been hurt, guess what it’s nothing new, so GET OVER IT. People need to take risks and open their hearts or they will miss out on amazing connections and lessons. It’s so sad to watch it happen to people.

And Mother….oh Mother…you who I rage at the most. Sunday was the second anniversary of your suicide. You fucking selfish BITCH. I HATE you. I wish I had been born to someone else, ANYONE else, because you did your best to wreck my life for 29 years and with a final act of selfishness left me here to deal with issues that will now never be resolved.

And to learn the truth about Sarah’s death and blindness at the same time. God. To learn that you were on fucking HEROIN when she had her grand mal seizure? To learn that you HEARD her but you were too fucked up to go and check on your daughter when you KNEW she was epileptic? You make me SICK. If not for your selfishness I WOULD STILL HAVE A SISTER.

To learn that her blindness was NOT caused shaken baby syndrome from her father? To learn that that the man I have hated for 25 years in fact loved his daughter and did everything he could to be with her but you drove him away?

I want to scream until I bring the heavens down.

The ice is thin come on dive in
underneath my lucid skin
the cold is lost, forgotten
Hours pass days pass time stands still
light gets dark and darkness fills
my secret heart forbidden…
I think you worried for me then
the subtle ways that I’d give in but I know
you liked the show
tied down to this bed of shame
you tried to move around the pain but oh
your soul is anchored
The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
offer what you can, I’ll take all that I can get
only a fool’s here…
I don’t like your tragic sighs
as if your god has passed you by well hey fool
that’s your deception
your angels speak with jilted tongues
the serpent’s tale has come undone you have no
strength to squander
The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
offer what you can, I’ll take all that I can get
only a fool’s here to stay
only a fool’s here to stay
only a fool’s here…

Why actors should stick to acting

Wow this is BAD! I always liked Scarlett Johansson, but I’m seriously questioning her judgement at allowing this to be released!

For A

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath thats true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You’ll come apart and you’ll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with whats not there.

*sigh*

I lost A this week. For good this time I think. I’m grieving. But how can you grieve for something you never really had? We’ve been playing tag for 8 years now. My brain knows it’s pointless, that there was never a real future.

But my heart and soul yearn for him and what we could have had if the timing had been better. Maybe I just have this ideal built up in my head.

We saw each other in person for less than 2 weeks and almost 8 years later I would drop everything to be with him. That’s kind of messed up.

Angel Serenade

Angel Serenade

Outside the open window the morning air is all awash with angels - Richard Wilbur

I stand at the window,
waiting for the sun to rise.
my shattered body held together
with a thousand beads of glue,

I stand stiffly,
carefully,

Creativity

Creativity

A drop of water,
hanging from the faucet,
glistening in the sunlight,
distends as it drops,
PING!
Into the sink.
The moment is my inspiration.

A hand holding a pencil,
crooked between the thumb and fingers,
hovering pensively above the paper,
dropping down into it’s white depths
to rend and tear it’s purity,
forging it into a new being.
My poem.

Depression

Anxiety

The shriek of a bird of prey
cutting through the air
like a knife through butter
piercing the stillness
of the early morn
He hunts

Panic
A panicked bird
wings a blur
heart beating too fast to count

Angelic Healing

Angelic Healing

Lying there,
eyes closed,
waiting for nothing to happen,
when You surround me in a nimbus of fiery light,
wings spread in a cocoon over my tingling body.

I hear Your voices raised on high
and I hear You sing,
a sound so pure I cannot comprehend,
only begin to cry at the beauty of your song,
my face wet with tears as your hands lift me up
pulling me to the sky,
crying “Glory be to God, oh Glory be to God!”

You pull this filth from me
and lay me down with soft hands,
stroking my trembling muscles,
your feathers drying the tears from my cheeks,
until I am asleep in your arms
pure as the paper I write You on.