I am not afraid of him.
I am afraid of his actions.
I am afraid of his mind, his intentions.
I am afraid of what I see lacking: Continue reading
I’ve never felt like this before,
and I’m not looking for the door
like I’ve been known to do,
since I’ve been here with you.
Before, I’d never thought such things
like baby names and diamond rings,
’cause, babe, it just ain’t me;
I swear this isn’t me.
I’m not used to how I’m feeling,
and these crazy thoughts are reeling through my head.
I don’t know.
I’m not used to this attention,
and I feel that I should mention that I’m scared,
’cause I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I’ve never seen a smile like this,
never savored so sweet a kiss,
since your eyes turned my way;
I am grateful everyday.
But I’ve never thought these thoughts before.
I’ve never felt such pains before,
within my hopeful heart,
are we just playing out a part?
I’ve given in to what I’m feeling,
as I hear you softly breathing by my side.
I love you.
My heart is filled with sweet emotion,
as I watch the swirls of oceans in your eyes.
Yes, I love you.
I love you.
L. Rose (©1996)
Too much time in my comfy chair, with nothing much to show.
Fear and lack of confidence, too scared to have a go.
I hide beneath my patchwork quilt, and watch the world go by
with mindless banter-tainment, and beweep a braver life.
So begins my entry into the blogosphere. Whether it will prove to be a brave step, or a frustrating adventure, either way it is a step forward. I have been a chicken, though I suddenly wonder why chickens have such a bad rap. Never-the-less, by accepted comparison – a chicken I have been, afraid of the words, afraid of my voice, afraid of rejection, afraid of acceptance, and terrified of indifference.
It has finally dawned on me; it is not for me to judge whether I have anything interesting to say or contribute, that is all on the audience. The thoughts, feelings, impressions, opinions, all of those mental swirlings are just there, and I am tired of holding on to them and holding them in.
My goal is to move forward and write, and contribute new projects, but for posterity’s sake, and to share an embarrassed laugh, I politely warn that I will likely, eventually, bravely, post some of my ancient juvenile scribblings. You have my permission to constructively tell me it’s lousy, but just try to remember there’s a good chance I may have been 14 when I wrote it. I’ll try not to do it too much.
I enjoy writing in general; I love words. However, I tend to lean towards lyrical (rhyming) poetry. I think it is because I love music so much, and that is how my brain works. However, I will also contribute other styles of writing, because I must.
I will make mistakes, and welcome corrections because I believe in learning a new thing everyday. I ask, no – I require that comments to me or to others be constructive and respectful.
I celebrate today – 1/25/2017 – the day I stopped being a chicken.