Take Me

On a weekend trip a little while ago I was reminded how much I love this country, specifically this part of it. I got to be surrounded by nature, which also reminded me that it something I need to do more of. I was inspired, inspired to write without rhyme (literally) or reason. To write just because I HAD to in that moment. So I gave a shot at stream-of consciousness. Here it is.

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Take me

Take me to the place where trees grow upside down, where purple flowers grow out of rocks and diamonds shine on the water.

The writings in the stone hold stories of old and the stars blink their blessings down on us.

We fall from cliffs to be embraced by the summer waters and let the fire light the doorways to our hearts.

Stones rise out of the waters to hold the secrets of magic summer days and nights.

Share your magic with me, share your secrets.

Take me.
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Suddenly I see

I stood up for what I want, what I think I deserve. I took your sweet-talking words and challenged them. I didn’t stop you when you walked away to compromise my integrity and give you what you wanted. My self worth was more important than the moment. Although I feel somewhat hurt, I suppose it is better then feeling somewhat used. I want you to mean what you say, and to want more than you are REALLY offering. I want to you see the things about me you don’t know, how much I care and what I like. I want someone to want to know these things and for them to matter to them. I want to be able to cuddle in the morning, not nurse a hangover of regret. I want more from you, and more for myself. If that is not available I have to learn to walk away and mean it, learn when enough is enough. Don’t tell me what I want or need, because I already know, I just have to believe that it is right for me and to trust that someone will respect that one day and make me happy. If it is not you then I need to not give into urges but trust that patience is worth it. I look forward to the day when I can think back and know I made the right decision, that this is may be the turning point I have been waiting for, the one that will make all the waiting worth it. I want someone who makes me feel special for more than just minute. Someone that I want to be with when I’m frumpy, that I don’t feel the need to always impress, but still want to impress anyways. Now that I am able to recognize Mr. Wrong before it is too late, hopefully I can see the potential Mr. Rights.
Until Then,
The Hopeless Romantic.. hopefully on my way to becoming less hopeless

This is how the story went, I met someone by accident (l)

Hiding my heart
So this is how the story went
I met someone by accident
That blew me away
That blew me away

It was in the darkest of my days
When you took my sorrow and you took my pain
And buried them away, you buried them away

And I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face under the morning sun
But like everything I've ever known
I'm sure you'll go one day
So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away
And I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away

I dropped you off at the train station
And put a kiss on top of your head
I watched you wave
I watched you wave
Then I went on home to my skyscrapers
Neon lights and waiting papers
That I call home
I call it home

And I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face against the morning sun
But like everything I've ever known
I'm sure you'll go one day
So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away
And I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away

I woke up feeling heavy hearted
I'm going back to where I started
The morning rain
The morning rain
And you know I wish that you were here
But that same old road that brought me here
Is calling me home
Is calling me home

And I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face against the morning sun
But like everything I've ever known
You'll disappear someday
So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away
And I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away
<3

Memories

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I don’t want to let you slip through my hands
I want to hold on to the moment if I can
Like moments that seem to happen so fast
Let us capture them sweetly before they pass

All of these moments we have shared
When we let ourselves love and care
Then all of the moments we have foolishly missed
When we were so unsure or too timid for a kiss

We have lived and learned but was it enough
Where my heart is concerned it is ready to trust
Ready to once again be placed in your hands
Let us live for the moment and forget all plans

I will grasp every moment as tight as I can
Refusing to let the chance slip through my hands
I will soak up each moment so that I can replay
Every sweet moment for when you once again go away

I know our moments are far and few
I want these moments to cherish you
Let us make the moment into memories
For that is all that shall remain of you and me
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Column A vs. Column B

Sometimes I wonder what the attraction is to the ones that we cannot have. I know what I want, I want something fulfilling, challenging, intellectual, someone on the same page as me. All those people I have encountered like this seem to fall into the unattainable category. Then there are the easy ones, they are reliable, agreeable, always there for you no matter what. But they don’t gave you that irresistible, can’t live without you feeling. So you put up with it because having someone feels good, but in the end you let go because it is not satisfying. Where are the combination guys? The smart, challenging guys, that makes your heart race, and will be there for you regardless. Is there no place where the two types cross and make the perfect guy? When can I stop going back to those of my past who each have a part of what I want hoping over time they have developed the rest? Perhaps I think that these little encounters will leave me feeling pleased or guide me towards what I am truly looking for. Nine out of ten times though it is just a bitter reminder of why my past is my past, that I should stop including them in my future, even if just briefly.
So are the unattainable ones just the ones that we have fun with? Brief flings we will remember and always imagine they could have been something more. Leaving the reliable ones to be the ones we stick with, sacrificing the thrill that we crave? I sure hope not, I hope I can chalk up my past to my bad taste and insecurities. Hoping that I am growing up and obtaining qualities that will attract someone with everything I want. Someone who is in it for the long haul, and can give me those constant butterflies.
Until then,
The Hopeless Romantic

Taking Chances

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This feeling I have I have had it before
It is one that leaves me wanting more
More of something that perhaps is not smart
But I cannot stop these thoughts once they start

This already may be a lesson in the making
This risk I already know I will be taking
This risk I will take for butterflies
Without pausing to ask myself why

I have been waiting for some fun and smiles
And will take it even if only for awhile
I will try to be smart if I can
Creating some cushioning for when I land

But smart can be hard when you don’t stop to think
And certainly hard when you melt at a wink
But I won’t be afraid to take chances anymore
Even at the risk of losing a bit of my heart once more

Because a heart can be bruised
However chance may be few
As smart or as stupid as this idea may be
I am taking this chance on you
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Oh she loved the lines around his mouth