Selfie-ish

Whenever I ask someone to take a picture of me
They never get the composition right
They don’t adjust the settings to best suit my features under the given lighting
They don’t capture my full length
They don’t capture my smile
The picture is blurry
And my feet are cut off
My face is distorted
And my eyes are closed
They click the button when
I sneeze
I blink
I fall
But not when my eyes are open
When my smile is bright
When I’m standing tall
They don’t give me a minute to strike a good pose
And when I’m finally ready
They give back my phone
It’s alright, I guess
“You look great”
Sure.
But it’s not the image I was going for
So I don’t ask anyone to take a picture of me
They won’t capture my essence the way I do
A selfie, a self portrait, a mirror pic
I can see my beauty
My features
My angles
My mood
My character
I can smile with my eyes
Without being on someone else’s time
I can pose and take up space
And review and retake
Whenever I ask someone to take a picture of me,
I know they won’t do good
But deep down I wish they would

a selfie

How to Blog

This is a post about how to blog, how to start a blog, how to run a blog, how to be a blogger. Some of us have the desire to start blogging, but just don’t know where to start or how to stay consistent.

This is NOT where I come in. 😅 Please be aware, this post is mainly for entertainment purposes. And probably just my own entertainment at that, since I do not blog consistently nor intentionally, and therefore my blog remains hidden in the depths of the internet unseen by basically the entire world.

But anyway… keep reading for some DOs and DON’Ts to keep in mind when blogging.

Letting Go

Why should I let go?
It’s not that I want to
It’s that the feelings are stronger
Than I’d care to admit
And it’s easier to let them float away with the wind
Than to let them soak in the waters that were created by the tears that I’ve cried while waiting for a solid sign
The earth that I stand on quivers and shakes with every thought
And every sigh
The fire…it
Burns.
It’s not that I want to let go
But that it feels like the only way out of this…insanity
Do I feel ashamed that I can give and give
Without condition
With full submission?
No. Not at all.
But logic will tell me that it makes no sense
That I should give up feeling what is just pretend
Just a daydream
Just a fantasy
But then again
It would take just one move
One word
One look
And logic walks right out the door
As I let you back in
And the entire cycle begins again
So do I let go
And then it’s gone for good?
Or keep holding on
Until I’m gone?

Wildfire

No one could tell that there was any friction in her
That she would ignite the first spark all on her own
That she would run with it
Spreading a fire in all directions
No one could blame her either
She was full of energy that could no longer be contained
She would no longer be swept away
But instead, be the one to fan the flames

Eye of Ra

How many times must I fly around the sun

In this dance of night and day

Watching you rise and fall alone

Before you remember where we both belong?

Almost

Disappointment lurks around the corner

And it makes me sad

Is it my own impatience

That drives me mad

I wait and wait

And then give in

Just for a taste

My River and Me

I’m looking right at you

You’re looking at me

The tension is high

As I draw you in

You’re acting so cool

Like you don’t need to swim

But my river is refreshing

Writer’s Block

Should I have memorized
The way your hands fit in between these lines
The way your fingers touched upon every word
The way they traced every letter’s curve

Paradise

I know it looks like an oasis
But it’s actually
A full on paradise
The kind you only see in movies and in dreams
And hallucinations
No, it’s not your imagination
It’s an actual representation
Of what I have available for you
And only you
Man
Won’t you see the truth and not the mirage
You’ll love it even more
Once you see what’s in store

A puzzle completed

I started whole

Complete

One big, unaltered piece

Never lost

Always in place

Until cuts were made

Sharp and deep

Until there were many pieces

And then many more

And more

Until it was too much to keep up with

And I dropped pieces everywhere I’d go

Sometimes I would miss them

Sometimes I’d forget about them

Sometimes I’d feel incomplete

Sometimes I’d try to fill the spaces with things that didn’t fit

I tried to make the wrong pieces fit

I tried to use pieces from other puzzles

I tried to enlarge the pieces I did have

Hoping they’d fill in the empty spaces

Nothing seemed to work

Or worked only temporarily

But it’s okay

I make it work

An incomplete picture can still be art

I am still art

I decide if I’m complete