Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to
And love leaves exactly when love must
When love arrives say,
“Welcome, make yourself comfortable”
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet
Whisper,
“Thank you for stopping by”
That was a quote from one of my fave poem, “When Love Arrives” by Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye. It’s about what, when, who, why and how love grew. How we perceived love when we were in junior high school, while we were becoming, adulthood, marriage, even divorce, and when we grew old. Love comes and goes.
I might not remember my first crush face, but the feeling vaguely remain.
I surely remember my first broken heartache, how I cried for days, screaming how unfair life was
I remember my first love; at first sight in the afternoon I fall. Hard. And kept falling.
Lately I’ve been listening poetry reading. And one of the poem struck me straight into my soul. It’s not only the powerful message the poem was written, but also the magnificent performance by the poet. Her voice was strong. Perfect pitch. Perfect tone. Simply perfect.
Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls with Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair By Jeanann Verlee
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up.
When he says you gave him blue balls, say you’re welcome.
When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her.
Then head-butt her.
When a guidance counselor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red.
When you have sex for the second time and there is no condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear will soak up the semen.
When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading: “Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom.
When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time.
When the skinhead girls jump you in a bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do not turn red.
When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands.
When your father locks the door, break the window.
When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife.
When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Budweiser proposes, say no.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red.
When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know.
When the girl on the subway curses you because your T-shirt reads: “I fucked your boyfriend,” assure her that it is not true.
When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late.
When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Jersey City, do not move.
When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move.
When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him.
When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him.
When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him.
Do not regret this.
Do not turn red.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
This song have amazing lyrics. The words just blew me away. I didn’t drawn by the music, it was plain for my taste, but oh boy I kid you not, the lyrics made me cried. It was beautiful. It was poignant. Simply love it
In every heart there is a room A sanctuary safe and strong To heal the wounds from lovers past Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones You answered me with no pretense And still I feel I said too much My silence is my self defense
And every time I’ve held a rose It seems I only felt the thorns And so it goes, and so it goes And so will you soon I Suppose
But if my silence made you leave Then that would be my worst mistake So I will share this room with you And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed It’s just as well for all I’ve seen And so it goes, and so it goes And you’re the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you That’s if the choice were mine to make But you can make decisions too And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes And you’re the only one who knows.
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
I’ve read few of Poe’s, and like usual he always gave me the creeps (in a good way). His works were beautiful yet heavy with sadness. Before today I had never caught with this particular poem. This morning when I was reading one of Kristen Ashley books (my favorite author), Golden Trail, this wonderful poetry was mentioned. I’ve heard about Annabel Lee, but somehow I haven’t read it (I wonder why…). This poetry was described beautifully in the story, and with only few words I fall in love. Yes, in those novel the author didn’t put entire length, just few words, but oh my god, Ashley the queen of the story of love always knew what the reader need. Ashley put this wonderful words : But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee.
A simplicity of severe meanings
Again Poe amaze me. It was poignant. I could felt the love, shrouded by layers of grieve.
I found this song from Kristen Ashley’s book : Breathe. The book was amazingly good, wonderfully sweet and absolutely romantic. A love story between Chace Keaton, a cop in Colorado, a hero with worlds burden in his shouder, and Faye Goodknight, the shy and quiet local librarian who has loved Chace for thirteen long years. This is Faye’s song.
I need a hero; I’m holding out for a hero till the end of the night. He’s gotta be strong, he’s gotta be fast, and he’s got to be fresh from the fight. I need a hero, I’m holding out for a hero till the morning light, he’s gotta be sure, and its gotta be soon, and he’s gotta be larger than life.
My Lunar 