Im wearing something similar to this today with thick stockings to accomodate the weather… Im looking CUTE! :) I like to wear my dresses and skirts one last time before winter really kicks in.

(Source: yourebeautifulalways)

The performance that I quoted above has so many aspects of relationships that I hold dear to my heart. The first time I listened to this piece I was on the roof top of Main Street and I was trying to adjust myself to being alone as I had just gotten out of a two year relationship and this piece gave me peace and pictures in my mind like a movie playing out and hope. I needed this so much. I listen to it every night. Im the only one who knows the depth of my heart and the way that this takes every tear and makes it worth while. I love this so much…

Jasmine Mans Alysia Harris and Jennah Bell

Performing Waiting…

I sat on your window sill and Im not sure if you were taking a picture of the New York City Skyline or me. But I will take what I can get from you.

You are still the last person I kissed.

My grand father left a dollar on the night stand, he said: Gloria go play these numbers for me because this is my last dollar and you will always always be my last dream

You are the first adult I ever dated. The only man I never had to lay before. If anyone should ever ask I would describe you as a wealth of sundays. You gave me two feet of white lilles, made me feel like bride that night. You found treasure where theives before found trinkets that used to gamble my bones for luck but there is honesty in your touch from navel up. I have sealed your spine as straight as a whistle and marvel at the industry of your mind. The last time I saw you, you were as beautiful as the first. So dont blush, dont look away, just hold my gaze.

I wanna know that theres a man in heaven waitng at the front gates checking his breathe, straightening his tie, waiting for me to arrive as beautiful as the day he first died. Theres a chest waiting for my eyes to get heavy, theres someone out there finishing my sentences and the last of my laundry, theres someone out there making room on his pillow for me; if not my face then atleast a poem or two.

The first time we met, we stood on a winter beach ankle deep in sand under a sky of unconstrained stars. Second time it didnt work but I hope the third times a charm. I’ve never had the audesity before now to wait fora heart but you said: Sleep on it. So I crawled up onto your chest and learned patience. Didnt want to let the weight of my tears to wake your gorgeous. The mornings can be so mortal and you often have bad dreams. I’ve caught you mid-scream on a September night, swore then I would kiss the frieght from your voice, if you would let me but thats your choice my love. 

I knew the type of man I wanted to marry when I watched my Father carry my Grandfathers dead body down the stairs. My grandfather died in bed with my nana. She said she saw his soul fly right out their attic window. He left his body in that bed to remind her that even without breathe she can still wake up to him. She said he left silently , didnt want to wake her out of her sleep as he got ready to leave. Kissed her on the cheek, gathered himself at the foot of the bed and didnt take anything with him, Not even her smile.

I wanted to say I MET a famous Poet this weekend but in actual fact I didnt. She was merely on the same row of benches as I was and was about 5 people away form me.

I have  this ability to remember a face but I can hardly ever remember a name. So I sat there asking all the people who looked like regulars who that woman was and it turns out it was Myesha Jenkins.

Now I can not go into her accomplishments or even exactly what she wrote or where she performed because Im not even sure how I knew she was known for her work but as I said I have a mind full of faces without names and this one woman reminded me of fame and prestige and POISE. That is probably in itself what has made her who she is..

 It was exciting and I am currently reading some of her work just to cure me of my ignorance.