Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts

Monday, January 10, 2011

The Person Besides Me

The Person Besides Me

As I lay in my bed trying to sleep in a restless night praying internally that I get some sleep.
Opening my eyes late in the midnight hours, I blink my eyes.
Waking up to a dark bedroom with a comforter keeping me warm and a soft pillow under my head.
I see a female laying in the bed with me just looking at me talking to me without words.
The female looks young, a black female with smooth golden brown skin flawless, brown crystal eyes that shimmered, short silky smooth hair like a beautiful porcelain doll.
As we lay on the bed together watching each other, time just pausing itself, now seconds seemed like eternity.
I see her more clearly seeing though her eyes. I see she is hurting, crying, and internally bleeding. A loneliness inside her heart taking away from the beauty.
A innocent child looking at me beautiful but a pain of helplessness.
As I look into her eyes, I realize I was seeing myself, not sure of what time or future it is, but I was confident that person I was seeing was me.
Comforting her, I motion my hand in a palm, lifting her cheeks towards me so I can see her directly, feeling her delicate soft skin against my hands.
As she begins to speak to me. I hear soft words being spoken somewhat, tranquil, a gentle calmness.
As I lean over towards her, I look closely into her eyes.
“You are me. It will be okay.” as I whisper to her with the gentle touch of my hand. My eyes blinks again, I'm back in my room.
In my dark bedroom, my comforter keeping me warm with a soft pillow under my head.
Late in the midnight hour it is.
I'm laying in the bed now puzzled, fully aware of what just happened..
I blink again realizing, I want to see her again to comfort her knowing she exist. Now thinking that person might have just been me.

Vivianne
http://youtube.com/averyny

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Let Me Breath ...

Let me breath ....

Looking around, thinking, everything was a shadow, a person growing with many struggles and pain.
But knowing a sense of tranquillity will come, a radiant light, distinctively beautiful.
Lifting my spirit, in hope, aspiring to gain wisdom and knowledge.
Realizing with each daily confirmation, my heart is not alone, its connected with others.
Blossoming, a word sometimes taken lightly, but knowing that is my life.
Learning to embrace each moment and breathing in another light
Sharing my heart in words and thoughts with others, for even with my struggles, I will look up.

Vivianne
http://viviannesummers.blogspot.com/

PS. Trying really hard! Thought as I move through things, I will still remain a shadow as before but that isn't happening. My youtube channel. http://youtube.com/averyny

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Collective

Collective

Life is a beautiful mosaic of different colors, a rainbow.
Peacful thoughts coming in to mind, pondering the great picture.
Cherishing each sparkle of life, the essence of everything.
Looking at the magnificent reflections, a pretty shadow, of a big picture.
As in time, quietly pondering, realizing many facets of it.
For in this life, we are meant to grow, evolve, change, with one another.
Each person adding their unique qualities, to the collective.
The collective of mind, body, spirit.

Vivianne
http://youtube.com/averyny

This is for people who show hate and bigotry to others, just because of their differences.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Random thought of the day

I have not written in a while, so I figure I’ll do it now. Where do I start? I’m not sure where, but I write something.

I was reading a documentary about humans and space exploration, and personally I’ve been following the private space industry. It’s really sad how space exploration have not changed much in the last few decades. There have been so many advances that haven’t been put into practice, for example, the space shuttle could have been replaced to a second version with technical advances. It seems everyone is bent on hurting others and being mean spirited. That includes everything from killing others or turning a blind eye to people of need, recently a man died in the street while people passed him. People are quick to text a friend or call someone on a cell phone, but those same people could not dial 911. That’s all they needed to do.

Now, recently someone called my changes just a physical change. Really! That is like saying to a pregnant women she is just going through emotional changes. That annoyed me. I think someone needs to realize now I have to carry the burden of a male making sure all the needs of my spouse is provided for including children. I also carry the emotional, mental, and physical burden of a women, of course nothing that deals with the uterus but pretty much everything else. It’s a weight of two people on one person.

People can tell me otherwise, I am open to thoughts.

Now, I can talk about my family. I did see them about a month ago. I talked to both my parents which went okay. I finally went fishing with my father after 30+ years. I can sit do and spend some quiet time with him. There are more details but it is not the time or place to write it.

I am not sure what else to write but there will be more.

Vivianne

Monday, May 17, 2010

Heart

HEART

I’m listening to music right now, sitting peacefully, reflecting upon my passing days.
My heart listening, calmly, letting go quiet tears, forgetting everyday loneliness.
A tranquil presence smiles, calming, expressing myself in soothing words.
Quietly whispering as my lips move in unison, intimately, opening my heart.
Touching my hair softly, sweeping it to my side pulling it with my fingertips, revealing my eyes.
Looking up, smiling meeting your eyes, whispering soft words.

Vivianne
http://viviannesummers.blogspot.com
http://viviannesummers.tumblr.com

PS

I know many will not see me; they automatically want to see what they know.
They will not let go of the pass, funny. I’ll just smile for the future.