Let you go

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2016/02/i-love-you-but-i-have-to-let-you-go/

She is not

She is not here to make you smile.

She does not exist for the sole purpose of making your life easier or making your pain feel less painful.

She does not wake each day to make you gasp or groan with pleasure.

And she sure as hell is not destined to hold your broken pieces politely together.

She is here to inhale her pain and exhale

Fire.

She is not a pretty plaything

Or a sweet little pet

She is a living, breathing, booming woman

With curiosity flowing through her veins like hot pink lightning,

With thorns on her skin

And colliding particles of electric, mystical mystery in her eyes.

She might look cute, she might look delicate and sweet

But she’s got a fierce beast inside her—

Her wild heart.

But that’s no secret.

Because she knows what she’s not—-

And she is not here to people please until she dies.

She is not here to say pretty, glittery things that make people happy, but have no truth, no meaty substance.

She is not here to hold the crushing weight of the world on her shoulders.

She is not here to hide the flames of her anger behind sweet, sugary, fake little smiles.

She is not the one who will save you.

She knows that she can’t save anyone, for she nearly lost herself while trying to mend the rips of a thousand broken hearts.

Now, she knows—

She is here to love herself, first.

She is here to inhale pain

And exhale

Fire.

She is not a pretty plaything

Or a sweet little pet.

She is a living, breathing, booming woman

Sent here with a mission, a purpose, a spark

That blooms inside her

When she stops trying to be perfect

When she stops trying to say all the right things

When she stops trying to please everyone else—

When she stops, lets out a delicious roarin’ scream and asks herself aloud—

What do I need?

A bright purple lily blooms in her chest,

It unfurls with decadence and sparkles proudly in the sun, it covers her skin with a silky coat of electric goosebumps.

And in that moment, all is revealed—a scroll of tattered truths that make her heart beat a little faster—

She is here to dive deep and she knows it.

She is here to be so honest that it hurts.

She is here to stand alone, completely alone, and taste dripping raspberry glazed sunsets and kiss dark stormy skies with her head tilted back in pure, ecstatic pleasure.

She is here to create works of raw, wild blooming beauty from the gaping cracks and smashed shards in her heart.

She is here to unearth grains of gritty truth from the stinging scabs on her soul.

She is here to love fiercely and unabashedly—without timidity, without fear, without pretending, without second-guessing.

She is here to rise above her piles of sh*t and learn to fly.

She is here.

This moment is hers—hers to catch like a tangerine speckled butterfly in the palm of her hands—

This moment is hers

Hers to kiss, to touch, to embrace, to devour, to make passionate love to.

And in this moment,

She is so vividly alive.

She is here to inhale pain

And exhale

Fire.

(Courtesy:http://www.elephantjournal.com/2016/01/she-is-not-poem/)

Possibilities

Don't break my heart before I give it to you
Don't tell me no before I ask you to
Don't say it doesn't fit before you try it on
There's too much to lose to be wrong

And it feels like there's something here
But I wanna see it before it disappears
And if there's something real between me and you
Well, are we both open to

All these possibilities 
So many little possibilities
Right in front of us
Close enough to touch
And far enough to have some time to see
All these possibilities 
Whoa, these possibilities
Are written in the stars
We are who we are, baby,
And I can't help but think that possibly 
There's possibilities

Don't give me hope if there's nothing to this
Don't let me in if you're not there
What I'm feeling doesn't happen everyday
So, baby, please play me fair

And it feels like there's something more
Than those crazy little crushes I've felt before
When you move in closer I can feel the rush
And now we're so close we can touch

All these possibilities 
So many little possibilities
Right in front of us
Close enough to touch
And far enough to have some time to see
All these possibilities 
Whoa, these possibilities
Are written in the stars
We are who we are, baby,
And I can't help but think that possibly 
There's possibilities

(Courtesy :Freddie stroma)

I can never decide do i love or hate rain

I can never decide do I love or hate
rain!
Some days its gloomy, some days just plain.

The raindrops are like a musical chain,

which binds me in an unearthly train.

Either it relieves or stresses the pain,

neither do i lose anything nor do i gain.

The cold makes me shiver,yet gives a pleasing feat.

Dancing to its tunes,I give away myself to it.

Humming a song, I sway away to another place.

With no one to stop me,i be moving in grace.

Sometimes I sit alone in my room & think of a beloved.

Wondering should I keep the curtains open or have them covered!

Else i put my head through the window to see the tress toil,

Feels heavenly to breathe in the smell of fresh soil.

Its raining again, I can see the dark clouds taking over the sky.

Should I cover myself in a blanket & sleep or should I watch the rain drops falling by?

I really can't decide do I love or hate rain, 

Coz somedays its gloomy, somedays just plain.

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