I don't wanna be a pretty little burden
A pretty little heart that's set apart for hurtin'
Another girl that almost perfect, almost great, and you're almost certain
She could be....if only..you could look past what makes her me
Love...is...appreciating not tolerating
It's not living without not learning to live with
It's a soul bending experience, not a mind boggling experiment
I'm not a pretty little burden
No...I'm not a pretty little burden
I'm worth my weight in diamonds don't you understand
But I'm sorry that I'm colorful that's just the way I am
But if color makes my price less and you don't view me as priceless
Then i'll gladly fold this losing round and draw another hand
Love...is...more than what you prayed for not a settlement with God
It's less like a narrative and more like a monologue
It's that nobody does it better, not the best one by default
I'm not a pretty little burden
No..i'm no one's pretty little burden
Love me for...don't love me despite
I am your future not your best prototype
I could be what dreams are made of
If you finding me is how your dreams...portray love
Love...is wondering how you got her, not wondering how you got here
It's laughing with me not at me not breaching my security
But fighting insecurities
How could you love me, if first you don't love me.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
...As A Meg Ryan Tom Hanks Film
It's very Lost in Translation meets You've Got Mail! It's all about what happens when two people have a lot to say but neither say what's really on their minds due to insecurities and being unsure and afraid of rejection and heartache. They basically lose in the end.
"2big4thiscity Is Typing"
2big4thiscity appears online and IhrtNY is ecstatic to see her new friend's light go green and his always interesting status appear. 2big4thiscity was not some guy that IhrtNY just met and chatted up with online, he was her friend in real life as well. However the two seemed to open up more behind the keyboard.
Status says: If I had things my way...... "What does that mean " asks IhrtNy to herself. She double clicks on his gchat name and types her question out and enters. "What does your status mean? If you had what your way?"
"2big4thiscity is typing........" Yet and still nothing happens and no answer appears "2big4thiscity has entered text......" But still no answer appears. IhrtNY looks oddly at her computer screen, there had always been chemistry and though it was a reach for some sort of hope that in this moment the random and candid would happen and 2bigforthiscity would say"If I had my way, I would have you," she still waited as if something of the sort would be said. She stepped out of her comfort zone and typed again.
"Why r u so quiet, what r u hiding?"
"2big4thiscity is typing." This time text enters the box.
"If I had my way I would be somewhere else pursuing my dreams right now. I'm just tired of feeling like i'm not going anywhere."
Though IhrtNY was dissapointed that she did not get the answer she dreamed, she was almost relieved. However the text box filled up again with lines.
"What did you think I was hiding?"
2big4thiscity sat on the other side of the screen awaiting IhrtNY's answer. In a way he hoped she would randomly and candidly type, "I thought you were going to say, "If I had my way i'd have you." He looked at the screen as it said
"IhrtNY is typing......IhrtNY has entered text..."
He sat quietly as nothing happened, and he wondered what she was erasing. He waited patiently and finally text arrived.
"I didn't mean anything by it really, I was just making fun of you :)"
Truthfully the conversation went this way.
IhrtNY: What does your status mean?
2big4thiscity: Well I was thinking about you today and how you are pursuing your dreams in New York, I was thinking if I had my way I would be there with you pursuing you....and my dreams.
However this text was erased and left IhrtNy to feel like his interest in her was non-existent. The conversation that followed really went like this.
IhrtNY: What are you hiding
2big4thiscity: If I had my way I would be somewhere else pursuing my dreams right now. I'm just tired of feeling like i'm not going anywhere.
What did you think I was hiding?
IhrtNY: I was hoping that if you had your way....you would be here with me. I was hoping that if you had your way, you would not be afraid to tell me that you want me, you love me, you would choose me!!
But the text was erased and each party sat wondering what was not said. Each party knew that they had each witheld information and wondered if the other party omitted any confessions. Each party spent another day without their soul mate and ended another chat session with TTYL.
"2big4thiscity Is Typing"
2big4thiscity appears online and IhrtNY is ecstatic to see her new friend's light go green and his always interesting status appear. 2big4thiscity was not some guy that IhrtNY just met and chatted up with online, he was her friend in real life as well. However the two seemed to open up more behind the keyboard.
Status says: If I had things my way...... "What does that mean " asks IhrtNy to herself. She double clicks on his gchat name and types her question out and enters. "What does your status mean? If you had what your way?"
"2big4thiscity is typing........" Yet and still nothing happens and no answer appears "2big4thiscity has entered text......" But still no answer appears. IhrtNY looks oddly at her computer screen, there had always been chemistry and though it was a reach for some sort of hope that in this moment the random and candid would happen and 2bigforthiscity would say"If I had my way, I would have you," she still waited as if something of the sort would be said. She stepped out of her comfort zone and typed again.
"Why r u so quiet, what r u hiding?"
"2big4thiscity is typing." This time text enters the box.
"If I had my way I would be somewhere else pursuing my dreams right now. I'm just tired of feeling like i'm not going anywhere."
Though IhrtNY was dissapointed that she did not get the answer she dreamed, she was almost relieved. However the text box filled up again with lines.
"What did you think I was hiding?"
2big4thiscity sat on the other side of the screen awaiting IhrtNY's answer. In a way he hoped she would randomly and candidly type, "I thought you were going to say, "If I had my way i'd have you." He looked at the screen as it said
"IhrtNY is typing......IhrtNY has entered text..."
He sat quietly as nothing happened, and he wondered what she was erasing. He waited patiently and finally text arrived.
"I didn't mean anything by it really, I was just making fun of you :)"
Truthfully the conversation went this way.
IhrtNY: What does your status mean?
2big4thiscity: Well I was thinking about you today and how you are pursuing your dreams in New York, I was thinking if I had my way I would be there with you pursuing you....and my dreams.
However this text was erased and left IhrtNy to feel like his interest in her was non-existent. The conversation that followed really went like this.
IhrtNY: What are you hiding
2big4thiscity: If I had my way I would be somewhere else pursuing my dreams right now. I'm just tired of feeling like i'm not going anywhere.
What did you think I was hiding?
IhrtNY: I was hoping that if you had your way....you would be here with me. I was hoping that if you had your way, you would not be afraid to tell me that you want me, you love me, you would choose me!!
But the text was erased and each party sat wondering what was not said. Each party knew that they had each witheld information and wondered if the other party omitted any confessions. Each party spent another day without their soul mate and ended another chat session with TTYL.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
My Life as a Romantic Drama!!
Okay, this comes from the beautiful crooners on my Pandora list. I made a Smooth list with the likes Of Frankie, Michael Buble, Dean, Nat, Norah Harry C JR. and many more. I loooove this list, but it made me fall asleep as have a wonderful dream. Unfortunately, I don't think it happens this way anymore.
I'm sitting in a jazz restaurant with a few of my friends. We are chatting it up having a grand time. I am looking quite spiffy in deed. I'm wearing a beautiful dress that falls off the shoulders, knee length with a bit of flaring action at the bottom, pastel in color. Heels that are high enough to make my calves look nice but short enough for me to cut a rug, with my hair swept up in a loose ponytail. We are having a few drinks and laughing, as we do.
I look around the restaurant to take in the scene and I notice a table of soldiers, one of them cannot and actually refuses to hide the fact that his eye is on yours truly. I look away bashfully as full on eye contact is awkward my friends. He must catch me blushing, because as I focus my attention back on my friends he proceeds to get up and walk over to my table.
He smiles the smile of a man who knows he's flustered a lady, and that leaves me even more flustered. He respectfully asks the gentlemen at my table if I am accompanying any of them tonight, and since I was not accompanying anyone he asks me so sweetly to dance. Frank Sinatra is singing "The Way You Look Tonight" and as he presents his hand, I do not hesitate to take it.
He leads me to the floor and presents his open arm and open hand, I fit in the nooks of left arm and place my hand in his right open hand. He begins to dance around to the Slow Slow Quick Quick rhythm of the foxtrot, and I immediately swoon because I love the Foxtrot and any man who can lead me in a foxtrot to somebody, anybody singing "The Way You Look Tonight" is a man after my heart! He ends with a firm dip and twirls me around. You twirl a lady around and shes putty in your hands let me tell you!
As he leads me back to his table, his fellow soldiers stand and salute him. I blush and giggle and take my seat back in reality. He thanks me warmly for the dance and says "You have completed my night young lady, all I wanted was to dance with a beautiful lady before I'm off to defend my country, you my lady have given me something to remember when I'm down and I start to forget what I'm defending.Thank you for the memory."
My heart drops as I had hoped that this was a homecoming celebration and not a final night out before life becomes a battle zone. We did not even exchange names, I guess it would have been too painful and too personal. Best to leave it as a face and a dance. Thanks for the dream.!
Cherbear
I'm sitting in a jazz restaurant with a few of my friends. We are chatting it up having a grand time. I am looking quite spiffy in deed. I'm wearing a beautiful dress that falls off the shoulders, knee length with a bit of flaring action at the bottom, pastel in color. Heels that are high enough to make my calves look nice but short enough for me to cut a rug, with my hair swept up in a loose ponytail. We are having a few drinks and laughing, as we do.
I look around the restaurant to take in the scene and I notice a table of soldiers, one of them cannot and actually refuses to hide the fact that his eye is on yours truly. I look away bashfully as full on eye contact is awkward my friends. He must catch me blushing, because as I focus my attention back on my friends he proceeds to get up and walk over to my table.
He smiles the smile of a man who knows he's flustered a lady, and that leaves me even more flustered. He respectfully asks the gentlemen at my table if I am accompanying any of them tonight, and since I was not accompanying anyone he asks me so sweetly to dance. Frank Sinatra is singing "The Way You Look Tonight" and as he presents his hand, I do not hesitate to take it.
He leads me to the floor and presents his open arm and open hand, I fit in the nooks of left arm and place my hand in his right open hand. He begins to dance around to the Slow Slow Quick Quick rhythm of the foxtrot, and I immediately swoon because I love the Foxtrot and any man who can lead me in a foxtrot to somebody, anybody singing "The Way You Look Tonight" is a man after my heart! He ends with a firm dip and twirls me around. You twirl a lady around and shes putty in your hands let me tell you!
As he leads me back to his table, his fellow soldiers stand and salute him. I blush and giggle and take my seat back in reality. He thanks me warmly for the dance and says "You have completed my night young lady, all I wanted was to dance with a beautiful lady before I'm off to defend my country, you my lady have given me something to remember when I'm down and I start to forget what I'm defending.Thank you for the memory."
My heart drops as I had hoped that this was a homecoming celebration and not a final night out before life becomes a battle zone. We did not even exchange names, I guess it would have been too painful and too personal. Best to leave it as a face and a dance. Thanks for the dream.!
Cherbear
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Pandora's Boxes(My life as a Romantic Comedy)
If my life was a romantic comedy, it would probably start a lot like this, with me narrating as a disembodied voice, kind of like I’m doing right now in my head as I write this. I would be sitting here listening to Constellation’s by Jack Johnson, just like I’m doing right now, and then I guess the movie would begin as the titles role. I would probably be coming back from grocery shopping, and I would live in a cute brownstone somewhere like San Diego or Chicago. I would probably have a really big dog named Ben, he would preferably be an Alaskan or Siberian Husky and he would be waiting on me at the door because he just knows that I have bought him new treats, considering I’m single and 20 something and the only other person I have to shop for is my dog Ben.
I’m mildly attractive, you know the type that doesn’t get all spiffed up all the time, but if I do it’s like “Hey BOMBSHELL”. The type of girl that blends in but to the eye of that beholder is the most gorgeous girl that has ever walked the face of the earth. That would be me. I would definitely be in a two part romantic comedy where the story is split between the two awkward individual. It definitely would not be one of those (She’s the beautiful object of affection, he pines away and gets her at the end) not so much. This is more like (she’s single and significant in her own way, he’s single and significant in his own way and together their purpose in each other’s lives is apparent) that’s more like it!
He would be somewhere working on an art project, I know cliché, but that’s who I am so it fits. He could be a sculptor, or fellow writer, filmmaker, probably not a musician. No, I got it, he was one of the brilliant minds that help put together and monitor the new popular website Pandora. And I, my friends, am an avid Pandora listener, thus the Jack Johnson, “Constellations” playing in the beginning. Anyway this guy knows music, and he knows people based on their likes and dislikes. He’s single and looking for his musical mate.
I write reviews on albums and a column about live music shows for a local magazine. I’m a favorite column amongst college students, but he is not particularly fond of my column, he probably feel it lacks depth and range. While I like Pandora because it gives me tips o new music, I hate that they don’t fully get my full range on music and feel that it’s kind of a stretch to say you don’t like any songs like this one song because you don’t like this song. Uh Oh looks like I found a little conflict.
I’m mildly attractive, you know the type that doesn’t get all spiffed up all the time, but if I do it’s like “Hey BOMBSHELL”. The type of girl that blends in but to the eye of that beholder is the most gorgeous girl that has ever walked the face of the earth. That would be me. I would definitely be in a two part romantic comedy where the story is split between the two awkward individual. It definitely would not be one of those (She’s the beautiful object of affection, he pines away and gets her at the end) not so much. This is more like (she’s single and significant in her own way, he’s single and significant in his own way and together their purpose in each other’s lives is apparent) that’s more like it!
He would be somewhere working on an art project, I know cliché, but that’s who I am so it fits. He could be a sculptor, or fellow writer, filmmaker, probably not a musician. No, I got it, he was one of the brilliant minds that help put together and monitor the new popular website Pandora. And I, my friends, am an avid Pandora listener, thus the Jack Johnson, “Constellations” playing in the beginning. Anyway this guy knows music, and he knows people based on their likes and dislikes. He’s single and looking for his musical mate.
I write reviews on albums and a column about live music shows for a local magazine. I’m a favorite column amongst college students, but he is not particularly fond of my column, he probably feel it lacks depth and range. While I like Pandora because it gives me tips o new music, I hate that they don’t fully get my full range on music and feel that it’s kind of a stretch to say you don’t like any songs like this one song because you don’t like this song. Uh Oh looks like I found a little conflict.
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