So Put on Your Best, Boys, and I'll Wear my Pearls.

"Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere."

I miss the days when poetry leaped out of my soul on an almost daily basis.

Poetry, a wise woman once told me, is the art of perfect language. Not one letter where it's not needed; not one punctuation mark thoughtlessly placed. Every part of poetry has a purpose, and every part has a meaning. That's what I love about it.

It's hard to think sometimes. When I can't think, I usually turn to poetry. I read it; I write it. It just blooms out of me. Nowadays, however, my soul isn't just throwing words out at the speed of light. I don't like it. I miss my word overflow. It used to be like my soul felt so many things, it had so many words, that I just couldn't contain them all. Now... I don't know what to say.

Melting words and
runny sunbeams
slip into my soul.
Giving out and
giving in.
Sweet weariness
loves
my eyes.
Sweet weariness
loves
my hands.

It feels like the words are stones in my mouth sometimes these days. They're so heavy that I can only get one out at a time. Words used to be water in my mouth, flowing. Now they're just stones...

Is it bad? I don't know... We'll just see, I guess.

Vanessa. ((

Rhymes of Sweet Weariness.

"Our dreams, they are made out of real things- like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving."

Our love is akin to the

rustling leaves.

Akin to memories

of

pop and ice cream.

Swaying in tune

to a metal

swing.

Our love is akin to 

snuggling trust.

Akin to memories

of

glances and rust. 

Falling in tune

to the fragrance of

dust.

Our love is akin to the

roughness of yarn.

Akin to memories

of 

sweatshirts and stars.

Twirling in tune

to the beats of our

hearts.

Our love is akin to the

sweetness of pie.

Akin to memories

of

wind and I Spy.

Dancing in tune

to the clouds in the

sky.

Our love is akin to the

sound of Neverland.

Akin to memories

of

dreams and acoustic bands.

Flying in tune

to the sea and the 

sand.

Our love is akin to the

softness of trees.

Akin to memories

of

skittles and broken sleep.

Twisting in tune

to the honey of

bees.

Our love is akin to the 

warmth of the sunlight.

Akin to memories

of

what-ifs and written nights.

Loving in tune

to mangoes and what's

right.

Vanessa. ((

Sailing in the Darkness.

"Genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues."

Licking the
flavor of night
from
her lips,
she awakes
and
leaps
sleepily out
of cushioned
caresses.
Where the sky
laps the
ocean waves,
meet her through
the fog.
In the clouds that
hover
around the
steam-filled sea,
she will await you.
Drink of enticement.
Forget tomorrow;
forget today.
Then wake up
and leave
behind
the night before.

Vanessa. ((

Two Ears; One Mouth.

"Sometimes when you're trying to sleep, and all your doubts and your faith don't agree, it's 'cause-- sometimes the hardest thing to believe is the truth."

"Understand this, my dear brothers and sisters: You must all be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to get angry." --James 1:19

If I were to have to name one of the most important qualities in a friend, I think one of the qualities that would make the top of my list would be listening. Listening is so incredibly important to a friendship-- well, to any relationship, really. If there's no listening, then there's no real communication. And without communication every relationship will break down.

I am blessed to have a few good friends who will really listen to me. And not just listen to what I say, because oftentimes that comes out bungled and wrong and completely offensive. But friends who will listen to my heart, and see past all of the walls I put up, all of the craziness that goes on inside of me. Friends who will look past what I say, to what I actually mean. Even when I don't even know what I mean. Lol.

Sometimes it's so hard for me to listen, because I tend to believe that what I think is right, no matter what. And that's dangerous for a relationship. It's hard to be open to listening to what my friends have to say sometimes. It's hard to let my heart truly feel what the other person is putting out there, especially when I'm angry or upset. It's hard when I feel like I know what's right. It's hard when I don't think they know what they're talking about.

But when I do listen, I find that I never regret it.

vanessa ((