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Mutually satisfying weirdness
Is as rare, as love - true love.
We call it what we do because –
It doesn’t change us or who we are,
So much as strengthen us -
And the people we shall become.
Isn’t it weird, how –
Acceptance in the eyes and heart
Of someone, the right someone.
Can mean so much?
Isn’t it weird, how -
Love is the one four letter word
We all want to hear –
But is said so much less by comparison?
Mutually satisfying weirdness
Allows us a fuller kind of confidence.
A richer kind of life -
With less regrets.
To find a counterpart -
Of compatible heart
Both must be honest
About their
Weirdness.
For when they can bare it
And want to share it -
They may find a love
As real, and true
As this one.
Is as rare, as love - true love.
We call it what we do because –
It doesn’t change us or who we are,
So much as strengthen us -
And the people we shall become.
Isn’t it weird, how –
Acceptance in the eyes and heart
Of someone, the right someone.
Can mean so much?
Isn’t it weird, how -
Love is the one four letter word
We all want to hear –
But is said so much less by comparison?
Mutually satisfying weirdness
Allows us a fuller kind of confidence.
A richer kind of life -
With less regrets.
To find a counterpart -
Of compatible heart
Both must be honest
About their
Weirdness.
For when they can bare it
And want to share it -
They may find a love
As real, and true
As this one.
Literature
Nexus, Haiku Version
Your chest's tide pulls me, a
gravity spell that whispers
of stars, and moonlit secrets.
Literature
Story Time
Where honey bees blend into sunsets
They sit in a crooked circle
Writing non-love poems
Writing stories
Writing the lives of the living they never knew
As documents or poems or journal entries
Encoded with flavors only the pen knows
And curiously
They pass those words down the line
They read
They think
And pass the papers back, then begin again
With a new dream, speckled with what they know now
Like nascent freckles in the wrinkles of a sun-worn face.
Literature
Of All the Places in the Universe
She was a button girl. Thirteen and already too old to be beautiful with grimy cheekbones accented by listless, golden-gray hair. She spent her time trying to sell her collection, dozens of buttons lined neatly in a haggard box. The large one with tiny flowers etched into them, a plain navy one, and the bright pink button were her favorites. They were the ones she hoped would find a home in some little girl's cherished dress or a mother's apron.
With her coat straining around her, eyes crowded with years of cold and unease, she held out her box to a passerby. Buttons flashed in the muted light, but the man scoffed as he continued past her. S
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Wedding Poem # 2 inspired by the quote from Robert Fulgham's "True Love"
“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”
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I always love it when writers are inspired by other writers.