Waiting and wondering

Clearing my minds throat for one last go
Here's my latest poetry show

Busy days and tiring nights
Wishing for sleep and turned off lights

Constant calls, chats and emails too
So many friends, but none of them you

Thinking of you, stuck in that chill
Remembering the nights we'd chat our fill

Relieved to know you're out of the storm
Home in bed, safe and warm

As always, missing you a ton
A special someone, the unforgettable one

Worrying, wondering, wishing you were here
At least until the weather is clear

I'm No Poet

Inspired By A Shy Person

I'm inspired by a shy person, yes I said shy

If you don't understand me, read this and see why
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There is a person whom I haven't known for long

Good with the sciences and their math is never wrong
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They have their own language, when they use its really cool

If I were to use it though, I'd look like a fool
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Words like Quabba Quabba, which may sound funny

And then there’s ID, for when you act like a dummy
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If you ever dare to swear, you're in for a surprise

It’s something people do and usually don't realize
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If you're caught doing it, you'll hear RING RING

Then you'll know swearing is definitely not their thing
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And if you forget something and it happens to dry out

They'd Rewet it so you'd have nothing to worry about
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Now when it comes to choosing clothes

Their expertise really shows
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They like to match and rarely mix

That’s how they are, they make great picks
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The colors they like are ROY G BIV

But that’s only one talent; they've got a lot to give
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When speaking they don't say more than they need to

And I strongly doubt that’s something we do
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They aren't attention hungry, as we often are

They'd rather gaze silently at a distant star
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Being thoughtful and considering how others feel

They make your worries seem like no big deal
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Once you feel at ease and want to sit and chat

They'll stay with you and listen, how about that?
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Although very caring and forgiving, they aren't without conviction

Spending time with them will soon become an addiction
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This person is special, that’s clear for you to see

Whenever you're with them there’s nowhere else you'd rather be
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I'm inspired by a shy person, yes I said shy

Who this is exactly, well that’s between them and I

So Much To Complain About

Waking up every morning and getting dressed to go to work, coming back every evening tired and weary. Missing the ones who we once had time to spend with. Losing touch with life, and falling into the monotonous pattern of Monday through Friday work. Trying our best to enjoy our two days relaxation and then its back to work for another 40 hours. Seemingly endless, and lonely days filled with people who need help with something or another, a never end0ing line of helpless people. There is never enough time to get to the wants, and barely enough to cover the needs. Always wishing but never getting. Asking and rarely receiving. Its not fair...its just not fair.

So much to complain about, but that all last a minute its forgotten. Theres way more to be grateful for, whats there to complain about? A special someone brightens my day, and for them I am most grateful. Still and alive and well, not homeless, no missing body parts, not bald either. Life is better than it looks, I was just looking through the wrong side of the scope.

So much to complain about, but none of it worth the complaints.

It's all a matter of trust...Trust me

Where are we without trust? Isn't it the only thing we have at times? Haven't there been times when "your word" means everything. But how can we tell who is being honest about it and who isn't? Are we willing to trust? How do we judge character? How do you know somebody isn't lying to you? Where is the trust? Do you naturally distrust people or do you naturally trust them?

To trust is to open your self up to harm. You enable someone to abuse that trust. To trust is to risk, to allow someone power over you. Trust is also hope; hope that you will have that trust returned. To trust someone can be the worst decision we make, but it can also be the best.

Ask yourself, do you have someone you truly trust? Will you share with them what could ruin your life? Can you allow yourself to trust another person that much? Think carefully. Do you have someone you trust in completely? Believe that trusting someone that much will change your life forever. Make sure you find someone; you don't know what you’re missing.

Paintings

We all start off with little experience and usually make terrible choices that leave us with more difficult choices to make. It doesn't get any easier, but it’s only natural that we just learn from those mistakes and move on. But when do we realize that the choices we make are affecting others? When do we become aware of the consequences that our choices have, not only on ourselves, but on others as well? I don't have the answer to that but by the time I do it'll probably be too late to change anything...to fix anything.

It’s said that we should learn from the mistakes of others, but what if you don't know anyone who has made those mistakes? How do you learn, by trial and error? That only works when you're the only one affected, but that’s rarely the case in life. How fast would things go wrong if we made choices that affected others by trial and error? By the time you step back and look at the picture you've painted with your choices, there’s nothing you can do about the blotches and mistakes you've made. Even if you cover them up with another coat of paint, that mistake will still be there. If we were all painters we'd only have one canvas of our life. There’s only one first time, after that things change and you have to try to make the best of that painting. I learned the hard way that trying to paint over your mistakes again and again will just make it worse. That mistake can't be erased, so we move to a blank part and begin painting, and try our best to make the rest of the painting mistake free. Sooner or later we run into other painters and start to paint together. The two canvases become one and the brush strokes we make affect the whole new painting, improving it with a good choice or leaving a blotch with a mistake. But I ask again, when do we realize were painting on someone else’s canvas and that it’s not only our painting anymore but someone else's also? How did that painting become part of mine? Why didn't I notice I was painting on someone else's canvas? It would only be natural to put down the brush and stop painting. To step back and look at what you've painted so far, to see "the big picture".

It’s all a question of how often you stop to take a look, the more often the better. I'm learning to step back and take more looks, but I can never fix the mistakes in that painting, never. I can only appreciate the good choices and hope to make more of them.