Posts Tagged With: experience

The List (Filling That Bucket One Step At A Time)

I will be going through this list and checking it off. This is in no specific order and I know that some items will be easier to fulfill than others, so it will take time. I CAN’T wait to get started! I will be taking photos or videos of each task as proof. So unless something happens unexpectedly and I’m completely unprepared for it, there should be evidence of this awesome journey.

Stay tuned!

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The Last Strands of Light

Passions are passing and feelings have faded.
I gave you time to clear your mind in hopes that when you got back to me, you’d be sure about what we could be.
I get quiet around you because I can’t contain all that I feel and still remain blind to the things that you chose to do.
I don’t want fair, I want someone that’s there.
Should we have stopped this train when you let him get on and get close to you while I was out of sight?
I’ve never been one to accuse or assume, I gave you a chance to let it all out.
On your own you entertained your wants and curiosities, so what reason would I have to stay and wait for play time to end?

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Late Nights (Cologne)

I could give you something to smile about.
Years from now when you’ve settled down with the next best thing, I’m what you’ll be daydreaming about.
I won’t keep you waiting, no hesitation on my part as I part your red seas while you say “Oh my God”.
With just a touch you’re already breaking down.
Its not what’s being said that’s turning you inside out, its how it flows out of me that’s got you running wet.
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With nowhere to go, we have no reason to hold back any inklings of desire.
Here we are months later making something out of nothing as our passions overflow.
You escape but never elude me as your name slips off the tip of my tongue while I reach around your waistline and pull you into me.
There’s no denying the way you look at me, oh my look at those eyes.

Laugh it off, take it off, but I still can’t shake it off – I want you alone.
Lock the doors, dim the lights, light a flame and watch as our thoughts spill into our every move.
I want to set you on fire, but only if I can wake up next to you.
Follow me as I follow through on everything we said we’d do.
It’s time to do something worth remembering.

Push away the building storms in our heads, leave it all behind while we strip away anything that we’ve been holding onto.
Here we’re free to be whatever we want, so let’s get together like newlyweds with that flicker of passion burning bright in their eyes.

Let’s do something we won’t soon forget.
With each touch a flame sparks anew with the intent of spreading to every inch of our bodies.
Your body will burn brighter tonight, who knows what we’ll find in the morning.
Just look at who’s right by your side.
This experience was something worth holding on for.
Just look at what we’ve made.

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The Economy of Words (A Word With You)

Blah Blah Blah (song)

What Did You Just Say?

Sometimes I think too many people in the world are making too much pointless noise with their mouths. All the crap that’s uttered when so little is really said. Me, I only speak when I feel I have something to say, and after that, I will fall silent again. Unless I’m joking or messing around with you, there is little to no need for me to overstate things or string together things just so I can hear my own voice. Even if you know everything there is to know about a topic doesn’t mean that you should talk about it to no end.

Gandhi’s autobiography has a full chapter about his own shyness, called “Shyness My Shield.” In which he states:

My hesitancy in speech, which was once an annoyance, is now a pleasure. Its greatest benefit has been that it has taught me the economy of words. (…) Proneness to exaggerate, to suppress or modify the truth, wittingly or unwittingly, is a natural weakness of man and silence is necessary in order to surmount it.”

In other words, don’t speak just to hear your voice. Give your words time to mean something, let them sink in before you drown someone in an ocean of Blah Blah Blahas Ke$ha so elegantly put it in her song. Silence doesn’t have to be awkward, it’s just a pause, a breath in between what was said and what is being taken in. So take that time to let someone else interject a.k.a. give their two cents. I only say this because someone who I speak to on a semi-regular basis has a habit of ranting and raving on with no end in sight, and I have to wonder why sometimes. Sometimes you can communicate how you feel a lot quicker and clearer just by choosing the right words and delivering them with the right tone or pacing. What you say matters, but how you say it matters more.

If words were like the air that we breathed, would you waste them?
Pick your words carefully. Each word is ammunition, so use it well and make it count.

Ready. Aim. Speak.

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