a little romance with life

My blog is my most sacred and honest place. This is me, when I'm sad and happy and when I'm hiding away from everyone because life is a little hard sometimes. This is me, broken hearted and in love and when I'm not thinking about any of it at all. And this is me- transparent, no lies, no hidden meanings, no unnecessary metaphors. Me in all my nakedness, my whole being and everyone doesn't like that, and they don't have to. But writing what I write is my choice, and whether you want to read it or not is yours. So let's just respect each other like decent human beings. And on that note, here is the poem for today, my version of Bluebird by Charles Bukowski . You can find the original here- http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bluebird/ Bluebird there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to chirp away but they’re too tough for her, they say, stay in there, we’re not going to let anyone see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to chirp awa...

'Desperate' is the saddest word I've heard From even far away you know it comes with no good You start walking in the other direction, Lonely or alone, who can say? But why stop a man who wants to love? I, for one, love being in love and do it exactly like in the movies Complete with my whole being, and heartbreaking honesty I sing songs and click pictures and laugh too loud And kiss like nothing else can remotely fill my empty soul If I had a lover, that's what I'd call him- lover Or honey in the soft passionate way of Andrea Gibson I'd send three am texts with Neruda's poems and tell him I cried to sleep He doesn't have to reply back immediately I'd be painting gifts, taking parts of me out to create something for him I'd write handwritten perfume laden love letters on pink paper If he cries a river, I'd make origami boats to make him laugh And I'd tell him he's beautiful so many times That he'd forget he ever felt un-beautifu...