Odd Man Out

Sometimes, I realize how different I am.


A shape that doesn't fit into any one particular place


Odd man out


When I look back on how versatile I've always been

Lots of different cliques, not a singular type of friend


Expending everything I have to be someone people want to talk to


But for what?


What am I searching for?



I can identify so many beautiful things that I have

In real life


A short few people who actually love me, for me


When I need them, they come through


In depth long conversation


Or just a simple cup of coffee because they're near


These are tried and true relationships



Sometimes I realize how different I am.


The tallest tree in the forest, towering above those who directly surround her


Or the tiniest grain of sand, undifferentiated, lost in an endless desert

So much the same, but uniquely separate in perspective

Nothing better, nothing worse

Just different...


If I had the choice to be somene else, in another place, another position

I wouldn't think twice before turning it down

I realize this isolation is an opportunity to turn myself around

I was once lost, and once again I will be found

I know I won't find myself in the struggle of another

So, I'll stop attempting to drown myself in the company of others

The silence, the absence, the willingness to be with me

The effort, The choice, The solace

It's become my sole necessity


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm in a weird space within right now.

Trying to find the strength to go radio silent and let the true friendships surface.

Trying to find a true friendship with myself, and rebuild my connection to my spirit.

Distance and space are hard to do when you feel like you'll be missing out on others.

But, it's time.


Hey YOU,

Yes, you with the chip on your shoulder,

Can I speak with you for one moment of your lifetime,

For in the span of your entire life, this may take 

But one short moment of many millions of moments.


I want to tell you that I care,

I care deeply, and with all my heart,

About what you hold within you,

Your fears, your passions, your trials and tribulations,

Your hopes, and your aspirations.


I care about the things that you think no one understands,

And I care, because you are right, that no one can, 

Or does understand those things that YOU alone have experienced

In YOUR way, which is YOUR rightful and worthy path in this life.


I cannot fix anything, and I cannot tell you what, how to feel,

I cannot change who I am in attempts to heal you, 

As this would maim me as a thief, seeking to steal you,

Nor can I judge you with wreckless abandon, 

Or condemn you, as this truly is the very nature

Of what human beings do when they pass judgment

Upon the life purpose of another.


But I CAN tell you, in all honesty,

In all sincerity, and with the deepest and purest empathy,

That others have had equal burden,

Perhaps not the same thing, or circumstances,

Or the same pain, but their burden was equal to yours,

And they made it through, because someone told them,


...."I CARE".




3:55 PM 6/24/2013 ©





Author's Notes/Comments: 

How to care is many times more than not, just being there.

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Love, Romance

the romance of a quiet night, 

sitting by the fireplace,

a hard day's work done,

silence wraps my soul warm and snug,

no need unfilled, 

my solitude becomes rapture,

as I look outside my windowpane,

a winter's softened snowflake falls, 

the crackling of the fireplace calls, 

i am wrapped in utter serenity,

and am enthralled in it all.


© 2013

Author's Notes/Comments: 

romance. it is only as big as you want it to be. it is everywhere you look if you have the eyes to see it, and not only something we share with someone in a love relationship, although when shared in a love relationship, it makes the relationship more abundant if there is too, plenty of balance.


it is.......an essence, a mood, a rapture, a tone....a subtle gentle whisper than caudles the heart from a place unknown and of unconcern at the moment it is experienced by the person who creates the romantic moment, shared or unshared.



On romantic love ♥ 

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

~ Captain Corelli's Mandolin~

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