Buildup to Nothing


Our passion passes each and every day.
We talk and talk. Oh, the things that we say.
We share our pains, our past, our present.
Our desire builds, calling for consent.
But how can that be?
The last we saw each other, we were but teens!
Too many years lost as we lived our lives apart.
Now…we find each other again. Maybe to restart.
Years gone, but something remains.
A palpable spark? Or is this insane?
The feelings ignite something deep within.
Is it fate? Or just something that makes us grin?

So we plan a visit, to see face to face.
To look into each other’s eyes and take a taste.
Will our hearts soar with this feeling of glee?
Will our fingers explore greedily?
Will our lips meet and bring peace to our broken hearts?
Will all those years of sadness fade, like we were never apart?
Will we find…that something we missed?
Maybe just maybe, when we kiss.

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I saw you, and my heart did flop.
Your hands were shaking. You tried to make them stop.
We chatted with ease. Years passed were gone.
You took my hand, we walked around.
You showed me your life, and your town.
Your kisses were indulgent. My heart beat so loud.
I felt some connection. Oh, could this be real?
But I am not really sure, how you feel.
Then, it was time…I had to return.
To my life, my work – real life concerns.

Since then, you seem even further than before.
Maybe I am wrong, for my heart wanted more.
But it is like, I was never even there.
The silence screams…did you ever even care?
I wonder…should I have bothered to travel?
Was I just something for you to unravel?
Maybe you just wanted to see,
What all the years had done to me?
Maybe you didn’t like what you saw after all?
Maybe it was too much, and you needed to stall.
You said you weren’t ready for serious and more.
Understood. Life’s beat me up, leaving my heart sore.
But I think my heart, forgot the pains of my past.
Because when I looked into your eyes…
I hoped.
I dreamed.
That just maybe it could last.

But I cannot chase that man that I saw.
He’s not ready. No, not at all.
He’s scared try and afraid to dare.
Or, I hate to think, that he never even cared.
So I go. I leave, to go on with my life.
I hold my head high. I carry no strife.
For I bared my soul. I took a chance.
And now I am left, adjusting my stance.

I pray you find the healing you crave.
I hope that one day, you can be brave.
Don’t fear to live. Offer your soul and do try again.
For life with no passion, surely is sin.

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For the Daily Post ~ 180 Degrees.

Based on a time, I took a chance on a path that was before me.

Then the path disappeared suddenly, and it didn’t match the map that lead to it.

The Power of Love


Love has a power that lifts you above.
Making you believe in all you dreamed of.

Love has a grip that makes you strong.
Making you feel nothing is wrong.

Love has a hold that takes your breath.
Making you stay true until your death.

Love has a grace that inspires more.
Making you embrace, the one you adore.

Love, sweet love, allows us to endure it all,
Because someone is there when we fall.

Flowers in Black and White


The other day I bought myself flowers. I saw them. I liked them. And I thought, “These will be fun to photograph!” And what girl doesn’t like flowers?

As I started photographing my flowers, I thought about a former boyfriend. He always brought me flowers. It was just one of the many things he did that was sweet. The pleasant surprise of getting flowers for no reason always made my heart flutter. I felt special and loved. Unfortunately, as the relationship grew, I realized there were certain things missing. Just like these black and white images of the flowers I bought, the relationship was lacking color.

Yes, we both cared for each other deeply. Statements of love were even exchanged. But there was something in each of us that blocked the color from each other. No matter how hard we tried, we could not find the full beauty of each other. We could see all the elements of love: kindness, concern, friendship, and attraction just like you can see the flowers elements of beauty: petals, stems and pistils. However, we didn’t have the same goals or desires. And I found that I was starting to hold back my statements, goals and actions. I didn’t want to upset him. I didn’t want him to feel neglected. I was quickly fading. Our love was fading. We were still a functioning couple, but more and more we were becoming desaturated.

So I as I look at these black and white images of these flowers, I think they are pretty, but there is so much more. They are missing their passion, their personality, their punch. They are merely elegant replicas of the true flower. I find that they are very symbolic for how I felt near the end of that relationship. I was losing my color and passion, and what was left was a desaturated spirit…and I didn’t like it.

Needless to say, that relationship ended as it should have. I certainly hold nothing against the man either. He was a wonderful, loving man and I wish him well. We just needed different things and as our lives begin to intertwine, we discovered it was not right. I am a passionate person who lived too many years in black and white. I went through the motions. Everything looked pretty from the outside, but inside I had no color. So when that started to happen again, I knew I had to go. I cannot live in black white, regardless of how pretty it appears at times. No, I need full color, lots of passion, and sometimes over saturation. I do wonder though…is that too much for others to handle?

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For the phoneography challenge which is hosted by Lens and Pens by Sally. Click on the badge to go to Sally’s B&W post. She always has wonder pictures with inspiring words to accompany them. And, since she is a wonderful challenge hostess, she also lists the links to other bloggers’ submissions. So click on the badge and be inspired:)

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To see a few of the full color pictures of flowers, check out my quick Orange Challenge post. I just took some more pictures with my “real” camera though, so I will post those in a few days as well.