Lyrical Musings an emotional journey via train of thought


February 6th, 2015

I wrote three poems today


i just sat down and felt the words that some would perhaps say i’d been putting off for too long

and now i feel whateveritisyouwouldcall

the feeling where you’re no longer weighed down by everything that you let haunt you

No Story Without You

February 6th, 2015


if i should

if i should forget you entirely

all the times, good and bad and in between

if i should let it all go

because the bad is too much

much too much for me to handle

and it brings me to my knees

drives the very breath

from my lungs

if i should let go

of everything

of you

and me



because i cannot tear our story in half

rip the binding in twain

and toss the pages to the wind

if i

should try to erase you

from those pages

those chapters

and from in between

every single line

if i even could

then i would

erase a part of myself


February 6th, 2015

My heart breaks for her, the girl who looked in the mirror and saw nothing but defects. She tried and tried and tried some more to hide them, to hide herself, from the world, lest they discover how broken she really was. She hid behind masks and scowls and eyeliners, and she hated the world for making her hide almost as much as she hated her defected self.

I shed a tear for the girl who had no idea whatsoever that she might be the holder of redeeming qualities. I would hold her close and whisper into her ear that it isn’t true no matter what some people might say. It’s only their own insecurities and perhaps they weren’t ready, the world wasn’t ready, for someone like her to walk its paths.

I wonder why why why and how a person like her could spend more than half her life, wasting the years away, hiding and completely oblivious to her own light. Days and nights blending together with no light at the end of the tunnel. After all, there can be no light if her eyes are and everything is dark dark dark.

If only I could have, had I known, were I able to, create the safe place where she could open her eyes, embrace the world, spread her love and finally finally finally shine.

Je ne savais pas

February 6th, 2015

I didn’t know that I was smart

that my wit was razor sharp

and I could have done more

oh-so-much more

if only I had applied myself


I didn’t know that I was funny

I couldn’t have imagined the way

I could make them laugh

oh-so-hard into the night

in the years to come


I didn’t know that I was desirable

it never crossed my mind that

someone might look at me and say

“Oh, I want her”

that I could inspire such lustful glances


I didn’t know that I was capable

I thought for sure that things would fall apart

if left in my hands and I would go

Oh no no no!

and be helpless as pieces crumbled around me


I didn’t know I was loving

that my arms could reach for days

and hold people close at night despite being

oh-so-short and seemingly inferior

because my heart was big enough


And you don’t know that you are

more thank you think you are

there are redeeming qualities you can count

oh-so-many redeeming qualities

if only you would let yourself see