Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Woe is Me

I've lost sensible reasoning in my head lol. Tis the season to give and be merry. Last night, I spent $400 bucks on my boyfriend's gift....iPod Video...Now, not saying he's not worth the gift and I'm not saying money is everything...but $400? I don't even think I've spent 400 for one item on myself EVER and I did for him...

He got me a DVD player and Monopoly the Board game....should I be worried? Should the voices in my head be screaming at me..."Stupid, Stupid, Stupid..." Should I have gotten him an iPod when no more than a week ago I cried to him to pay more attention to me...to be more considerate of my feelings??? Then I stand around while he buys his mother a $300 gold charm...Now...money is no option people. I don't stand around looking at prices...but its all about the "thought"...the love and heart put into a gift. I just find what he got me to be so non-personal...ya know? A DVD player, EVERYONE can enjoy. A Board game, EVERYONE can enjoy...even if the iPod is something you can share, all in all...it belongs to HIM and only HIM...so yeah, can you see my distress in all this? Is it wrong for me to feel the way I do? Feel like no matter what I express to him, this is how he feels about me...


Nothing personal...just great sex wrapped up with a title of "girlfriend and boyfriend"...and I'm not even going to lie about this...he is by far one of the BEST relationships I've ever had...but there are things missing....things that I shouldn't have to point out every damn time. why must I remind a man to consider "the love of his life"...blah...


Maybe its just the mood I'm in...the season, my bullshyt....maybe I'm actually right about feeling the way I do...but when does it matter?


When does whatever *I* feel matter to anyone who doesn't have to deal with me the way my boyfriend would...or my family would...


Does this even make sense anymore?



::tears::

Friday, December 14, 2007

Sitting here at work and I've realized how much I don't want to be here...heh, I don't wanna be anywhere in that matter. Can I vanish, if only for one second...in to thin air?

Last night, my heart broke again. Not because of him or the past I've left behind...just because I forgot about my whole sense of want, my sense of loss and it came down on me as if to say "you're not whole just yet"...you can't hide depression forever. No, I'm not one of those emo cases. I don't stand around wearing gothic gear, with my hair in my face listening to "just kill me" music. This goes back to when those dark feelings had no name or trend. This goes back to when I was 6 years old, laying in a hospital bed hooked up to every machine possible, dazing out the window into the open world that I couldn't be part of because I was just too sick to embrace it. Goes back to learning how to walk again and still till this day walk and dance with a limp...goes back to years of home schooling and family abuse. The sheltered lifestyle and no real friendships till my teenage years. Being a teenager is truly an awkward phase. Trying to discover yourself so young...trying to figure out all the truths and secrets of the world from the twin size bed in my room...it didn't work out as I had planned. Breaking points and empty promises in my earlier stages. Thats all I grew to know as a child. Rages of anger are fond throughout my family. Raised voices and discouragement to succeed was all the words poured into my ears and heart since before I knew it was just wrong. It wasn't until I broke the ties with my mother at age 16, when I tried to take my own life to be whisked away from all the darkness in my thoughts, all the bullshyt in my life did I realize I had the chance to grow. When I found my chance...I took it.

Where did it leave me? in a 2 year relationship with a man who wouldn't know happiness if it came to him on a plate with a sign that said "eat me"...I still count the scars he left to remember him by, I still remember every tear and piece of broken heart I swallowed in his sake. I grew up soooo much in that short time. I grew up to realize that the only one in life who has my best interest...is me and myself alone. Now we're moving on to the wonders of which float over my head in the "here and now" time. I'm back where I once started. Back in the loving arms of cruelty at its finest. My family loves me now...my mother, because shes dying of cancer, my father because I show no care for my mother and my brother because I bear gifts for him and "never tell him no"...Why does everyone get what the expect from me and I...have to wait with patience for the world to tend to my needs and pleasures?

I even began to date again. Tomorrow making it one year since my boyfriend and I claimed our love for each other. One year since everything made more sense than it does at this very moment. What I wouldn't give to feel as whole as I did that night. To be sure of nothing else but the pounding of happiness in my heart every time he looked my way. Neverthless, I'm still broken. Damaged goods. Still find myself staring in to space into nothingness. I still have those serious "I'm no good" moods, scratching at my wrists where the scars rest clean on my skin, Whimpering in my sleep over silent dreams of my past coming to haunt me. They aren't part of my being entirely...not anymore...its not the ONLY thing I know...its just a familiar tune I know how to dance to...when a dog barks, you wait for its bite.This is the way you must live in this world of mine. On your guard and on your toes because you never know where the next blow is going to hit. It will hurt, but NEVER kill me....you hear that??? I might break from time to time...but never fear, I'm UNSTOPPABLE!!!


I'm mixed breed in manhattan paints
Tongue dressed by the east village
Dirtied by family habits and bronx homes
Free spirited through the boroughs of this jungle
I've survived New York with a faded faith
Now I'm living with a change of pace
But I can't stick around much longer
I'm feeling uplifted and razor sharp
The world is on my shoulders
and Im running clean like Nike
If negativity wanna start shit
then step up and fight me
I'm years beyond this moment
These words are just a memory
spoken by a voice from the ghost
of this pen's history...




My homeboy ralfy said it best..."Time and Tide"...of course he has his own meaning (duh, he came up with it LOL) but those words are brought to life with my own tales of truth. Life is time and tide. The time you take to live, to grow and become, the pull of things...the result of what and who you are upon the shore of life...Lets see if what you throw in, comes back to you in the long run, washed up like a forgotten memory till you realize...These are the moments that made you become all that you are as a person. you learn to live and learn to push back...most all, you learn to let go til its time to realize the worth in anything you do. The answers are all in front of you...you just have to fit the pieces juuuusssttt right.



Time for me to finish work.


::smiles::

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Sometimes Random.

Morning blues. The day hasn't started and I'm ready to call it quits. Why have these days grained my good spirits away? Could it be the season? Tis the season for much and tis my reason not to care...it's all a bunch of bull. I haven't embraced my family for the holidays in years. Just got back into the mix with the ones in my household and they're alot more surprised than I am. 

Nothing wrong with enjoying the moments though. Hott coco on a cold morning or late night. The smell of fresh pine and freezing air crisp at the back of your throat whenever you inhale...the smoke signals that surround your face whenever you exhale...The quiet morning walks to work, the empty grey skies and big boots. I love boots and sweaters, hoodies, gloves are so nice... The comfort in warmth is a beautiful thing, one of the safest feelings I've known. What do I have against old man winter? Sometimes loving the cold doesn't keep you warm enough. 

Now what? Blank spots in the thinking process, its still too early for me to care. But I can smile, I do that well...shyt...better at smiling than I am telling the truth...lol...and I tell the truth pprreetttyyy fuckin' often so you could imagine how much I smile....smile and all the while, I might be just alil bit crazy. Ya know, CRAZY people usually think they're sane, in my case...I don't think thats it lol. Salvador Dali said it best "There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad" But what's sane anymore, anyways...give it another year or two and I bet that "Insanity" will be the new "rockstar"...and everyone will find it cool to pop anti-depressive pills, slam heads against walls, write on the walls with dog poop and kill their parents...Even more, the population of crime will increase and the most overrated statement these convicts will use is "I pled temporary insanity your honor"...For what? Just so America can find a way to work around THAT one too...those assholes ruined it for the rest of the smart ones who have their whole trial planned out just in case of any event that might happen. Once everyone starts using the crazy card there will be more of a chance that no one will believe it...even harder to prove a case and then some...you're just another faker in a world of more realistic problems....


::looks around:: how the hell did I even get on that topic? LOL...oye. Well, I'm at work. I shouldn't be THIS comfortable pouring my heart out when theres work to be done. ::laughs:: oye...When will I start learning? I need to start to care more...::sighs::


Back at it...

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Born Another Color.

Something close to early night. Boxes of chatter on mute...I'm color blind, so the words don't fit right. I've lived in vivid worlds of colors and rainbows before. Got so sick of the pale beauty, as I got older the shirt on my back became darker...every shade hiding away from the world I seen before me, every time a light shined, something would stop making sense in my life and the world became a blurr of nothing...Just black...like the shirt on my back. The Reeboks on my feet. The pen that I write with and adore each mark of the ink on a white white white white piece of paper.

I don't just write to write...I write till this thought is, no more....



Anyone care for an inspiration



::raises hand::


Psst....I'm right here.