You Were My Friend.

Once a friend, our talks knew no end,

Now even a forward, I hesitate to send.

You preach to me, who gives you the right?
We spoke after months, and all you do is fight!

Your harsh words, they cut at me. I am but myself, how I've always been.
I don't know why you can't see ..

You asked me, I opened up to you, 

I told what was happening, real, true.
But you went and judged me for that?

Judged me for being upset?

It's not like I was sulking over some candy that I didn't get.

You didn't have to see yet another grandparent wither away right in front of you,

If you saw and did all that I did,

You too, would try and cover it with a lid.

Telling people you know what they're going through, 

Telling them what to do instead, is easy too!

All I needed was you to listen to me, to comfort me.
All I needed was for you to be a good friend, to just BE THERE for me.
Sigh.

You were my friend .. Or were you ever?

XoXo,

Ni.

Double Standards - Soak No More.

She doesn't want a man, she wants to remain free,

Why don't we respect her decision and let her be?

Being a bachelor is "cool" , stereo-typically a chilled out, laidback guy,

But when it comes to being a spinster, we frown, WHY?

Unmarried guy, living with his parents, 30 years, he had no job,

A few eyebrows are raised, but that's all!

Unmarried female and the gossip mills start to churn,

Despite the fact that she works her butt off, helps her parents and earns.

Social institutions or restraints?

Life guides or bonded chains?

Choice is a choice, his or hers.

Unless you accept it, you just promote the belief that being a female is a curse!

Look at everyone with eyes wide open and clear,

Whether or not, to you, they are dear.

Soak No More!

This is my entry for the 'Soak No More' contest on Indiblogger. For me, when I first read those words, I thought of all those crappy things I'd like to banish once and for all (and no, I mean it, in a non fake politician-y kind of way :P), and this is one of things I felt was pertaining to the topic from my perspective :]

XoXo,

Ni.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

" Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die."

Mary Frye, who had never written any poetry, but the plight of a young German Jewish woman, Margaret Schwarzkopf, who was staying with her and her husband, inspired the poem. She wrote it down on a brown paper shopping bag. 

Margaret Schwarzkopf had been concerned about her mother, who was ill in Germany, but she had been warned not to return home because of increasing anti-Semitic unrest. When her mother died, the heartbroken young woman told Frye that she never had the chance to “stand by my mother’s grave and shed a tear”. Frye found herself composing a piece of verse on a brown paper shopping bag. Later she said that the words “just came to her” and expressed what she felt about life and death.

The poem was introduced to many in Britain when it was read by the father of a soldier killed by a bomb in Northern Ireland. The soldier's father read the poem on BBC radio in 1995 in remembrance of his son, having been left it in an envelope addressed 'To all my loved ones' in his personal effects. 

What beauty! Sometimes such people come out of relatively nowhere and remind us why we are called humans. Humane. Creative. Super intelligent.

And the context, the words used, the feelings conveyed in the poem, I don't even have to say anything. 

Gobsmacked.

XoXo,

Ni.

Will You Love Me Again?

Read it. And read it again. And again.

Now tell me, will you love again?

XoXo,

Ni.

Sometimes I Do Things .. Sometimes I Don't!

" Sometimes i take a Shower

with the lights off.

but before i even finish showering, i turn the lights back On,

because i remember how afraid of the dark i am.

sometimes i go to the Airport

and just sit in there for a few hours.

because i like watching people Reunite.

sometimes i cut my Fingernails way too short.

like, down to the quicks.

because it’s an odd feeling, the way my fingertips Hurt

every time i touch something.

sometimes i go out in public without my Shoes,

because i like feeling the Real ground,

not just the inside of my shoes.

sometimes i re-arrange my Bedroom,

but then i change it right back 

because everyone knows that there isn’t a single person 

in the world that isn’t afraid of Change.

sometimes i try reading books Upside-down

because i think thats what it would be like if i couldn’t

Read 

at all.

sometimes i just sit and watch the Grass grow,

because we’re lucky that it even grows in the First 

place.

sometimes i do things.

sometimes i don’t. "

by

Jamie.

I read this lovely poem, and just like the last one, thought to share this one up here! :]

XoXo,
Ni.

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Love Me All The Way.

" Stop showing 

You love me

A little at a time.

Stop saying

You care

Bit by bit.

Stop keeping

Me here

For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need 

All of you

Not piece by piece.

I love

All of you

Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me

All the way

All the time.

Or let all of me go

All at once

For good. "

by

Katrina Wendt  

She also blogs at http://vergeoflove.com.

I read this once, then read it over and over again. It's so short and simple but drives the point home so amazingly. That's the reason why I shared it over here. 

XoXo,

Ni.