I try to understand
I try to empathize
I try to rationalize
Yet, my words get twisted
Yet, my voice gets lost
Yet, my heart gets pain
How can it be –
This change?
This stranger?
This feeling of loss?
The more I try, the less I sleep
The more I think, the less I understand
The more I rationalize, the less it makes sense
My love is the same
My passion is the same
My feeling is the same
So, why does it all feel different?
~T
June 4, 2011
When I sum up all that makes me happy –
The color purple
Korean food
Teddy bears
White roses
A beautiful novel
Hope in humanity
Unity among men
Shared joy and laughter
My family
My true friends
My love –
The sun shines a little brighter
The air feels a little warmer
And I smile a lot wider.
-T
~June 6, 2010
Why is it funny to joke –
“You’re adopted”
Is my life funny to others?
Is my lack of known heritage a joke?
Is my lack of identity with any country or culture something to laugh about?
Go ahead laugh it up
Go ahead enjoy your position of power
Go ahead try to forget the truth staring you in the face
I’ll smile along
I’ll hide the pain your joke causes
I’ll pretend to play your game
That’s what we do – the adopted –
We pretend
We smile
We hide
But know this –
My life, being adopted, is no dinner joke
It’s reality.
-T
~June 1, 2010
They say laughter makes a
healthy heart.
For me, being with you is
just the start.
Not only do you make me
laugh,
But you really are like
my other half.
Where I am lacking
You are abundant
Where I am weak
You are strong
Time spent with you is
never dull.
You make every part
of me full.
I love you –
both parts and whole.
All this to say –
You are good for my soul.
~T
May 23, 2010
The horns honk
The sirens blare
And I do not care.
The men gawk
The people stare
And I do not care.
The temperatures can conk
The weather may always be fair
But still I do not care.
For nothing can knock
Me out of this state, so rare
Because it’s for you
That I care.
-T
~March 15, 2010
PS Not a great one, but am trying with different techniques…. 😀
You are my north star
as the Earth spins
You are my sun
as the clouds roll in
You are my pillar
as the ground moves and shifts
You are my direction
as the wind blows.
It’s in your
embrace I feel safe
It’s in your
hands I feel sure
It’s in your
eyes I see security.
For you remain my constant
as life races on.
-T
~March 9, 2010
It’s as if…
…I’ve been waiting all my life for you.
…I’ve always known you deep within.
…I’ve never really known love before.
It’s as if…
…you read my thoughts before I say them.
…you know my heart without the words.
…you have always loved me –
and I you.
-T
~February 28, 2010
The writer longs for description
The painter craves expression
The sculptor aches for formation
The actor dreams of recognition
and to what end?
For whom do we describe our thoughts and feelings?
From whom do we need to be recognized?
For what do we desire to make form?
For what do we gain recognition?
is it to make the world better?
is it to leave our mark?
Is it possible for our creative angst to be relieved?
-T
~February 28, 2010
Sometimes I worry and fret
Sometimes I imagine what hasn’t happened yet.
My heart still shudders at the memory
Of when you were away from me.
And there are times when the fear sets in
Will he still love me tomorrow…? But, then
I see you and you smile
Then I know all my worrying was not really worthwhile.
-T
~February 16, 2010
Is this for real?
A man who opens doors
A man who lets/requests that I go first?
Is this for real?
A man who tells me his thoughts
A man who shares his feelings?
Is this for real?
A man who is very masculine, but
A man who appreciates style, quality and sense?
Is he for real?
-T
~February 16, 2010
