Ring of Dreams

Pass on the dream
From me onto you
I needed it to look at
But now I know it's true

To dream, to strive, to conquer
The world's at our hands
Look to your ring, remember
You can travel many lands

It's there as a symbol
Until you put it down
You'll realise you don't need it
Reality of your dreams is 'round

on being closed

I am a closed book hidden on the shelf. I am up high, among the other books so easy to reach and to open. It takes an extra climb; an extra step of effort to reach me. I'm pretty dusty in fact, as it's been so long I've rested. I've stayed closed for years, untouched and unexposed. I have so much wisdom to share; so many stories you'd love to hear. However, I stay on the top shelf, closed for those seeking for truth, for hope, for answers. I may carry what you need, but we'll never know for sure, as I stay on the top shelf, too difficult to climb to and left to only observe below. I was written with care, looked over and over again to make sure my words are of perfection. I first began as a simple idea- a domino of idea after idea after idea. So many thoughts organised to words and placed between hard covers. And now I remain, between books that are between books. I wonder if anyone will take the time or the effort to reach this high, to discover who I am. I wonder if I'll open up and have the opportunity to share my knowledge, my wisdom, my creativity. I am a unique book; I'm just waiting to be opened.

How I crave your eyes, and attention; your choice to soak me in.

written december 26 1:57am

On How to Deal...

I would like to think that dealing with it later really means it will go away and I just won't have to deal with it at all.

I would like to think it will just go away and I can live in a bubble that simply floats among the sunny rays, gently grazed with a brush of air; to change way and to flow into another direction away from the one before.

How we kid ourselves.

How we wish to be a kid. To be protected from words of harm; from harsh news; from unpleasant people. To play. We all play in that mind; we are that child that never grows up but only hides in a body that ages- a body we desperately depend on to carry us through.

I would like to think we could all just be that kid we know hides inside rather than pretend to be responsible and mature; pretend to be strong and powerful. Instead we just become adults whom children look up to and think we have it all figured out.
And we pretend we do.

When do we lose the honesty of a child; the truth that we really do not know; we really are scared and we really do not want to deal or know how to deal with the issues of our lives?
Why can we not figure it out?
What are we so scared of?
Why do we not just deal with it?
Why can we not just admit we do not know how and admit-
hey, I need you.

written December 24th 2007 2:17am

I'm going to tap my drum off beat because you told me I shouldn't
I'm going to sing my song out of key because you told me I couldn't
I'm going to let my body dance free because I knew you wouldn't

All this time I thought I should, but didn't think I could

I'm going to tickle these strings and teach myself how to play
I'm going tap my drum whatever feeling of way
I'll sing my song out of key, just because I can
I'll dance with you, when you join in
When you join in

I'm going to tap my drum off beat because you told me I shouldn't
I'm going to sing my song out of key because you told me I couldn't
I'm going to let my body dance free because I knew you wouldn't
I knew you wouldn't

So tap your foot to my drum and sing along
We've all got a beat that can't go wrong
Come and dance with me
Let me sing my song
We can't go wrong
We can't go wrong

I'm going to tap my drum off beat because you told me I shouldn't
I'm going to sing my song out of key because you told me I couldn't
I'm going to let my body dance free because I knew you wouldn't

Come and dance with me
Let me sing my song
We can't go wrong

on being content

contentment
to feel, to live
to cry and to be angry
to have emotion
to let be
to be
to smile with tears
look to a blue sky
soak in a hot sun
oh to be
to love and to cherish
contentment
to live

on realization

Straight up, I fucked up; I hurt too many people.
I've closed off and I've shut out and never considered an impact.
I broke hearts and tossed love like it had no connection.
What have I done?

I've met you; I liked you- thought this could be it.
You've touched me and pulled back and put up a front
Turned your back as I've held on- in hopes I could change it
In hope there is none.

Now I see the game I've played; the game you've played with me
I can't determine when I'm real and when I have been true
Who am I- and where do I pretend to be?
I can't see the line.

I've been a heartbreaker and decided that was okay
Somehow I justified cutting love short; to control it and protect me
How selfish and untrue
And somehow... that was fine.

written nov 13, approx midnight

On Disappointment

You've been running a racket on yourself. Growing up people would set you up for disappointment... and you hated it.

Then it became about you.
Do it yourself. You can do it on your own; you don't need anyone. Don't trust them. Don’t let them in. Don’t get hurt.

I've been running a racket on myself. It has always been about me.

Growing up people would set me up for disappointment... and I made that okay. But it's not okay. I hated it.

Then it became about me.
I'll do it myself. I can do it on my own; I don't need anyone. I don't need you. I don’t trust you. I don’t let you in. I don’t get hurt. I won’t get hurt. I built it in. I stacked it over and over and over until it became who I am.

I became the disappointment.

And here I am, sitting in a room... by myself... wanting to make a difference; wanting to help people and put others first. But no. It's about me. And it has always, always been about me. As much as I say and strive for it to be about others, it’s not.

I’ve carried it. I’ve piled it on and I made that okay… and it’s not. It’s not okay at all. I want to help a group of kids in a room, whom I have fallen in love with.
I can’t do that when it’s about me.

I have no problem taking responsibility but I take everyone’s responsibility and I disappoint myself when I don’t follow through with what I say. My integrity has always been so important to me. My integrity is important to me. When I say I’m going to do something and I don’t, I disappoint myself.
I disappoint myself a lot.

When I say I’m going to do something and I don’t, I disappoint other people I care about...
and they make that okay.

But at the end of the day, a few may notice I’m missing, but it is me who carries it. It is written all over my world. I disappoint the ones I care about most.

Kellie. Mya. My Grandparents. My cousins. Ex-boyfriends. My Dad. My Mom. Jamie. Tess. Lauren. David.
Everyone.

And I’ve been carrying it all this time.

Here I am.
In a room; by myself.
Crying. Alone.
Independent.
Doing it on my own…
for the people I care most about.

Good work, Pers.

The impact it has on me I think is clear. I’m alone. I’m upset. I have become unreliable. People worry about me. People create stories of what they think might be the case and it’s not. Yet, I don’t let them think or let them know anything different. I have become someone great–
when I’m there.
But I haven’t always been there.

I’ve pulled myself away. I let people only get so close to me. I don’t share my life with people. I don’t share my life with the people I care most about. They know nothing about me and there is so much to know. They have seen glimpses and they love it. And then I pull away.

Because it’s about me.

It’s about the fact I don’t want to disappoint people because I have been disappointed. I’ve been really disappointed and I hate it. I never want to be a disappointment for others. I’ve set my world up to avoid disappointment by not relying on people; but instead I’ve become a disappointment by not being there for the ones that I love.
And that’s shit.

It’s shit to know I became exactly what I try to avoid most. I promised myself I would never work in a job I didn’t love and I spent the past year working at a job that’s just a job to get money.

That is what happened. That is what I did. That is who I made myself to be and now, well now, I’m fucking over it.

And I can say that and I can really say that and know that it is true.

It took a Landmark Forum, an advance course, and an assisting position for a group of teenagers I love, to truly break down and see what it’s all about. And it is; it’s about me. It’s about letting go of all this bullshit disappointment because that’s not who I am.
That’s not who I am at all.

I am the possibility of inspiration and positive impact. I am reliable. I am truly loving. I am passionate. And fuck… I am so excited about it!

I am making a difference one person at a time and at the end of the day
I am changing the world.

And… I got that.

landmark forum for teens, saturday nov 3... the AM