I haven't posted in forever. Didn't know what to post and then thought about it for a bit and came up with my pieces.
Generally, these papers can come from anywhere and I always attempt to use a nice crisp sheet of fresh paper, but mostly I find I write on tattered pieces of something from within one of my cars - usually from the glove compartment. I've just found some of them in my writing folder I've had for years. It's a Mead folder with a picture of a mystical unicorn and pegasus flying around colorful planets. My magical writings....
Here are some of my tattered pieces:
You know it's never as sad as it seems
Only the moment remains extreme
I see the people on the street
They walk around with nothing on their feet
So for you to say you're hurting from my actions that really remain
Burns my heart
from all his pain
Who the hell do you think you are?
You're not the only fool alive
Don't you get it?
My feelings have died.
Wow - and this was written on a Cigna Dental Options envelope that says, Options: Because no one dental plan is right for everyone. And it shows a yellow street sign with an arrow pointing to the right and the left...
Choices!!! Our choices are so very important to the future.
Then there is a purple piece of paper from a letter size legal pad with what appears to be coffee stains and a drawing from a child. Not sure which child though...but there is some red and blue with a little black crayon marks.
This one reads:
I sit and I ponder
my lifes worth-
I know I search to find beauty in everything
And I do
Still here I am contemplating
all that is and all that will be.
The back of the paper has some purple, yellow and brown crayon on it too.
And this is from a small mini notebook with the ripped paper at the top of the pages:
Although it's only hours
time goes by like years
You are here with me right now
in my heart and my soul
but not being able to touch you
is getting too much out of control
Just waiting for the pain to leave
and our lives to go on
Baby we know its real
you know that we can feel
so let them say what they will
And the next page:
Just hung up the phone from talking to you
wiped the wet feelings from my face
There you have it. Some of my very old tattered pieces of writing which were written in the moment and not at all edited since written. Thoughts of the past - in the moment. Those moments are forever gone...but at least I have the pieces of what is left to give you. Good or bad, right or wrong, they are mine and I can share.
Take whatcha want and leave the rest...but always remember to love. :-) Peace!
