Valentine's Day. La la la love. What does this day mean to you? Is it just a money making gimmick? A random reason to feel worthless because you can't find a significant other, or a reason to feel like everything is perfect because on this day love is in the air and anything can happen? Can we treat each other like crap all the other days of the year and then show how amazing we are on just this single day?
Walk down the street and look in wonder at the couples holding hands and canoodling. Getting ready for dinner, delivering flowers, gifting boxes of chocolates and whispering sweet nothings in one another's ear. Why? Because we want to feel special and loved. For some people it rights all the wrongs. For others its a joke not to be taken seriously.
To me, everyday should be Valentine's Day. Not just today, but tomorrow too. Show me the love and the random sweet gifts. Whisper how great I am to me before we walk into the mall. Tell me what you want to do to me tonight when we get home. Leave a random rose on the passenger seat so that when I get in I have that romantic, sweet gesture waiting for me. Why not? Why shouldn't we show our lovers how great they are every day? Some people are born with it. Others try to learn it. Some just don't care to put forth the effort. I think if you truly love someone and you really want to show your appreciation for one another that you won't need a holiday such as Valentine's day to express this. He/She will already know and feel fully loved every single day of the year.
I raise my glass to you Valentine's Day, you truly are the con artist who has duped us all into believing in a false sense of love and perfection. (not to say that I don't enjoy the celebration as much as most of the other silly saps out there, I'm right with you on this one.)
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Monday
I have to say of all the days
I hate Monday the most.
Not Sunday or Tuesday or
even Wednesday,
Monday i hate the most.
The woes and whines
and awful times they come on day one
Not great not awesome not any fun
Monday, you have won.
I hate you Monday the most.
Nothing to say, nothing to boast
I hate Monday the most.
-Tricia Markin 2/8/10
I hate Monday the most.
Not Sunday or Tuesday or
even Wednesday,
Monday i hate the most.
The woes and whines
and awful times they come on day one
Not great not awesome not any fun
Monday, you have won.
I hate you Monday the most.
Nothing to say, nothing to boast
I hate Monday the most.
-Tricia Markin 2/8/10
A New Beat
Down, down, down she will go.
Where she will stop only she will know.
She tripped, she fell, she skinned her nose.
She bled a ribbon that dripped on a rose.
She lay there in a panic for hours
and then came night and quieted flowers.
she lost her will and all her power.
Nothing new but a greater cower.
Get up girl; the stars you will meet.
You'll feel their strength and forget defeat.
You'll find the future and march a new beat.
The cadence will propel you and always and forever will taste so sweet.
Tricia Markin 2/8/10
Where she will stop only she will know.
She tripped, she fell, she skinned her nose.
She bled a ribbon that dripped on a rose.
She lay there in a panic for hours
and then came night and quieted flowers.
she lost her will and all her power.
Nothing new but a greater cower.
Get up girl; the stars you will meet.
You'll feel their strength and forget defeat.
You'll find the future and march a new beat.
The cadence will propel you and always and forever will taste so sweet.
Tricia Markin 2/8/10
Thursday, February 4, 2010
A Noise In The Night
One night I awoke
to hear a sound
but when I looked
no one was around
Alone in the dark
eyes wide shut
nothing to calm
my hearts loud thud
A footstep or a door creak?
An animal about?
Frozen in silence
A moment of doubt.
Look to the North
to the East and the West
A prayer far from the South
Let me be safe and at rest.
Protect me my loved ones
keep me far from harm
leave me to live and be comforted,
full of strength and without alarm.
-Tricia Markin 2/4/10
to hear a sound
but when I looked
no one was around
Alone in the dark
eyes wide shut
nothing to calm
my hearts loud thud
A footstep or a door creak?
An animal about?
Frozen in silence
A moment of doubt.
Look to the North
to the East and the West
A prayer far from the South
Let me be safe and at rest.
Protect me my loved ones
keep me far from harm
leave me to live and be comforted,
full of strength and without alarm.
-Tricia Markin 2/4/10
Monday, February 1, 2010
Calling You Home
She walked out the door and into the moonlight.
Her heart beat a wild rhythm.
A field so empty and full of flowers
she tiptoed between them and felt them on her skin.
The smell was divine and tickled her nose and sent her memory into a spin.
She'd been here before.
Once a long time ago in a dream she was here with him.
He'd been the love of her life
a Prince sent to save her from herself.
They'd danced across this very field in the full moonlight.
He'd held her and told her how beautiful and wonderful she was.
He'd brushed a stray hair across her face and offered her comfort.
With a single passionate kiss he'd shown her the future.
She thought it was a dream come to life.
With one moment of hesitation she'd shattered it all and sent him away.
Now as she walked through the field her heart grew heavy.
Sadness washed over her and clung to her skin.
She felt empty.
She knew not how to heal her broken heart.
Now that she was certain, she knew not what the future would hold.
She lay upon the ground in a bed of wildflowers and closed her eyes.
Perhaps in dreams she would find her way.
He would be there in her memory.
In her mind a hand caressed her skin.
She felt his lips brush her neck.
As she opened her eyes it had all become so real...
He gazed at her with a sadness that could shatter diamonds...
And then he spoke the words she had heard only in dreams...
I've missed you my darling and though we've been far apart...
Your heart has been calling me home.
A kiss sealed their passion.
Their souls spoke.
When love is pure it calls you home.
When the heart is true it beats a rhythm that only one other soul will ever know
That soul will be your one true love and it will call you home.
-Tricia Markin
2/1/10
Her heart beat a wild rhythm.
A field so empty and full of flowers
she tiptoed between them and felt them on her skin.
The smell was divine and tickled her nose and sent her memory into a spin.
She'd been here before.
Once a long time ago in a dream she was here with him.
He'd been the love of her life
a Prince sent to save her from herself.
They'd danced across this very field in the full moonlight.
He'd held her and told her how beautiful and wonderful she was.
He'd brushed a stray hair across her face and offered her comfort.
With a single passionate kiss he'd shown her the future.
She thought it was a dream come to life.
With one moment of hesitation she'd shattered it all and sent him away.
Now as she walked through the field her heart grew heavy.
Sadness washed over her and clung to her skin.
She felt empty.
She knew not how to heal her broken heart.
Now that she was certain, she knew not what the future would hold.
She lay upon the ground in a bed of wildflowers and closed her eyes.
Perhaps in dreams she would find her way.
He would be there in her memory.
In her mind a hand caressed her skin.
She felt his lips brush her neck.
As she opened her eyes it had all become so real...
He gazed at her with a sadness that could shatter diamonds...
And then he spoke the words she had heard only in dreams...
I've missed you my darling and though we've been far apart...
Your heart has been calling me home.
A kiss sealed their passion.
Their souls spoke.
When love is pure it calls you home.
When the heart is true it beats a rhythm that only one other soul will ever know
That soul will be your one true love and it will call you home.
-Tricia Markin
2/1/10
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- Tricia
- Who am I? I am many things in one; a constantly changing package. I am a friend, a sibling, a daughter, a listener, a learner, a poet, and an artist.