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

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
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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.

The Twinkling Rebirth

The Twinkling Rebirth

I am trying to think of a great philosophy, an analogy but I most pause myself.
I have written many thoughts, that reveal deep emotions, sometimes buried feelings.
My life around me is evolving, what was, is the past. I must realize this.

It is different, I always felt femininity.

Femininity, an inner beauty I seen in a twinkling of an eye, the expressions I always admired.
The timeless reflections of empathy, joy, love, emotion, pain, struggle, sometimes limitless.
The signs of motherhood, intuition, creativity, life, and rebirth, the nurturing spirit.

My suffocating right is here, but it’s a rebirth, I lived one life and started another.
The very inner beauty I admired is now me, the essence, I am.

After reading this, there is no one true metaphor or thought.

For through this femininity, the very essence of my being, through many struggles. An inner beauty of joy, love, and emotion will live. For it is my rebirth, that will twinkle in my eyes.

Vivianne Summers
http://viviannesummers.blogspot.com
Http://youtube.com/averyny


PS. I went to a party last night, and admired one of the ladies there. Now reflecting upon it today,
I think I was admiring what I could be, what I must strive to achieve. Knowing, I have the same beauty.

A word can tell a million things

A word can tell a million things, I’ve asked myself why change.
People just going think of you one way, they will not change.
They won’t even realize; everything they experienced you haven’t.
That experience is required for the new flower, another disadvantage.
Someone might ask why there is now no closeness, maybe the flower needs some experience, some practice.
Maybe the person is asking the wrong question, how can I be a girl friend?

Vivianne Summers
http://youtube.com/averyny
http://viviannesummers.blogspot.com