by Naomi L. | November 15, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
An intelligent person knows how to carry on a conversation with other intelligent people.
A smart person knows how to carry on a conversation with anyone.
An intelligent person knows when it’s OK to be completely honest.
A smart person knows when to be honest, and when it is absolutely necessary to lie.
An intelligent person can tell the exact moment when everything went wrong.
A smart person can tell the exact moment when everything will go wrong, and figure out how to prevent it from ever happening.
An intelligent person doesn’t need to be asked twice to do a favor.
A smart person doesn’t need to be asked once.
An intelligent person knows how to make a valid point to any idiot.
A smart person knows that to try to make a valid point to an idiot is a waste of time.
I am an intelligent person.
But often I wish I were smart.
by Naomi L. | October 18, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
They say I’m different.
They say I’m unusual.
They say that I’m beautiful,
That I’m intelligent,
That I’m talented.
But they think I’m unhappy.
They look at me and wonder,
“Why doesn’t she smile?
Why doesn’t she laugh?
Why doesn’t she talk?”
They don’t know me.
I am smiling.
I do laugh.
And I have no need to talk.
Why should I bother?
No one really listens to me anyway,
At least, not here.
But I’m not here.
I’m far away,
Drifting in my own thoughts,
In my own world,
Where no one can catch me
Or pin me down.
They go about their own boring lives.
They follow the same routine every day.
Not me.
That life is not mine.
I never had it,
And I never want it.
My days shall be free
Of dreadful, boring routine
For as long as I live.
I am smiling.
I do laugh.
And I don’t bother talking.
They don’t know me.
They don’t hear me.
They don’t see me.
And I don’t care.
Because I’m free.
by Naomi L. | October 11, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
I’m lying in his arms.
The world is gone.
It’s just the two of us.
As I lay with my head to his chest,
I feel his heartbeat.
Mine grows faster.
I hear his slow breathing.
My breathing quickens.
I sense him drifting off to sleep.
And I smile as I let him.
Such passion…
Such pleasure…
How did I come to be here?
Even now, I can’t recall
How fortune delivered me
Into his arms.
Fate has smiled kindly at me.
I sense his heartbeat growing calm.
His breathing is slow and steady.
His eyes are closed.
With a racing heart,
Rapid breathing,
And a bright smile,
I turn to face him.
I lean forth
And softly kiss his chest.
I raise my head
And gently kiss his neck.
I raise myself a little higher
And sweetly kiss his cheek.
Then I lean in close to his ear,
And while he dreams peacefully,
I whisper my confession,
My reality, to him…
“I love you.”
by Naomi L. | September 27, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Visions of beauty are they.
Open petals,
Vivid colors,
Strong leaves.
In full bloom,
In the prime of their life,
They are her pride and joy.
She smiles at their beauty.
She speaks highly of their blooms,
Coloring her home
And bringing light into her world.
Such beautiful flowers
Are her beloved orchids.
But what would flowers be
Without a caretaker?
Their petals would droop.
Their colors would fade.
Their leaves would wilt.
The very life in them would vanish
Into the memory
Of an ephemeral spring.
For it is she who provides comfort,
She who waters them,
She who talks to them,
And she who urges them to live.
They would be nothing
Without her care,
Without her encouragement,
Without her affection.
The orchids may be
The most beautiful flowers,
But they owe their life to her
For her nurturing love.
Happy Birthday to my wonderful mother! Thank you for all the love and care you’ve given me my whole life; I wouldn’t be who I am today without you. I love you!
by Naomi L. | August 16, 2013 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
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