if you dont know, now you know...

To whoever actually comes to my blog, first let me say thanks!!! :) hope yo have enjoyed my random ramblings, half-written poems, and completed pieces.
Now that I got that out of the way....if you have never heard of this amazing woman and her music, you are truly missing out.
Google her (after you read all my blogs first of course lol).... Her name is Amel Larrieux. Listen to her song "For Real" ....if there's ever a moment when you don't know what love is, listen to this and I promise you will feel something.

Enjoy.
Love,
me.

Revolution

Hollow...awaiting a refill of what I am 'suppose' to be made of...can someone tell me what that is please? I seemed to have forgotten, or maybe I lost it when we rolled around in my sheets...no worries, ill find it.....but until I do, let's try and figure it out together. The space is just big enough for the both of us, well kind of. It’s big enough for the idea of us, what I created and who I was because of this. I became this 'love addict'....drunk off love, or being in love....still intoxicated so I can't really remember...but I'm sure it was something like that until I was robbed of my core and shaken from the outside in...Wait! I think I found it....no false alarm...still searching. I only recently noticed this empty space, physically speaking.  Or is it that I just decided to leave denial and accept what I have known all along…? Note to self: denial is not a safe haven. I knew when it happened, I felt the cold, hard feeling of lonely, it felt like winter…but until I reached inside myself I had no clue how deep this ran.  Sorry, denial again. I knew exactly how deep.  It was a through and through wound, like a bullet that never stopped, eviscerating all that I had strived to be. What I was made of resided beside my heart, they were best friends.  Never one without the other…but when my heart kept breaking, who I was grew tired.  Tired of the crying,the complaining, the hurt…the constant “what did I do wrong” questions to myself…this inner me just couldn’t take it anymore, because it knew better. This existence of who I was suppose to be was fed up.  Left me behind to fend for myself.  Rebuild myself, my heart, my being. Each day I am closer to learning who I am, and what I am to become. Denial no more…This is the revolution of me.

Girl Meets Girl

When girl meets girl...
Its that moment right before you smile when the warm corners of your mouth start to curl up...
When the wings of the butterflies in your belly stretch out just before taking frantic flight....
Its that feeling of spring's first sunrise, the warmth peaking thru the curtains kissing the nape of your neck while you're still dreaming.....
When girl meets girl...
You can feel that something in the sole of your feet all the way up thru the tips of your fingers.
Its a tingling and a burning, its an excitement that inspires a cold sweat...dampening your palms and makes your mouth forget how to form words right.
Your mind forgets your name for a moment and you are just caught up in that existance, her being.
Its intensity, its passion, its anxiety....its a speechless moment because words truly can not describe.
When girl meets girl...
Its a subtle fire and a cool breeze. Each moving in harmony with each other, dancing together for that perfect balance because they understand each other .........to be continued