Poem: The Den

It holds everything, but not everything.

The secret conversation in the dark, the heart ache of two lovers drifting apart.

This place was special, yet I barely can remember what it looks like.

I just remember the things that happen there.

The way it made us feel as stood on its grounds.

It was not a home; it was just a room.

The room where the family would meet, the room where they would part.

It could not hold heat or air, yet it was full of it year-round.

It was not always there; it was something added on as the family started to grow.

It was the bed for some of us, it was the dance rehearsals for most.

The place that gave us hope, but also showed us everything is temporary.

It gave us grief, over the dead.

It saw us cry as we try to heal the broken parts of our body not could not quite heal.

It brought us to together as it was slowing tearing us apart.

This was not just a room; this was our room.

This was the den.

Missing

This week has been a very eye opening week for me. I recently went to see some members of my family for the first time in over a year. I talk to them all the time, but I forgot that they are living a life also. I have been so consume about what I had going on, that I forgot about them. I used to hang around these people all the time, then I moved away and forgot about them. I did not really forget about them, I just forgot that life still goes on weather you are there or not. It is not all about me, and that some people are doing the best they can and trying to hide you from the pain because you only seem to care about yourself. I must say there is nothing wrong with putting yourself first, but you must not forgot about the people that made you who you are. I have to learn to be more gracious and open and not so close off. You never know what another person is going through. Your problems are not the only problems out there.

Giving thanks

I was having a conversation with someone recently, and they said something about giving thanks. That for some reason really hit me. I learned that I do not give, or think people as much as I should. I used to think that I did, but when I dug deep down I realize that I was letting my pride get in the way, which is a terrible thing. I do not know why I let this happens, but it is something that I need to change.

I must say pride is a deadly thing. When I say give thanks I mean to god. I am talking about whatever god that you believe in you must give thinks. If I am being honest, recently there have been countless times in which I was ashamed, or not sure what to believe anymore. I kept thinking why is this happening to me, is this what life is about. I can even say that this was a few weeks ago.

Then I realize that I need to stop doing what I am doing, and start giving thanks, and to listen. I have been trying to go for something for so long, but I realize that I lost track of what I was going for. I was not appreciating the things that I had. I have to make a change. I’m not saying that this will happen over night, but I got start somewhere. I am going to simply end this by saying thank you. Even if sometimes it seems as if I do not care. I do, but thank you for listening, and most importantly thank you for understanding.

Poem: Perspective

Another day in which I look to you

Not for advice ,

Not for love,

But for perspective

To grow, to love, and to be happy

Then I look at me,

All I see is

The Pain, the sorrow, and the sadness

I do not have the blues,

I have the uncertain of today

And the worries of tomorrow.

Then when I look back at you

I see the joy for today

And the hope for tomorrow

Two people in same world

Looking at life with two different perspective

Chasing the dream , the hope, the joy, and the worry of tomorrow.