All I Need

This is just a work of fiction….all is well in paradise…

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I don’t want money,

Though money is good,

And I don’t need you honey,

Not the way I know I should.

Can’t tie me down,

Can’t clip my wings,

I’m a free bird,

Won’t be tied down by a ring.

All I need,

Is to be free,

In mind, body and spirit;

Yeah all of me!

Home is where the heart is,

Home is where I’m me,

Can’t be a prisoner,

Of what you want me to be.

I’m wild as they come,

Your mama was right to tell you to run,

And as I leave you, we both know..

My life has just begun.

 

 

Hello – Adele

Reposting as a fan and I claim no rights to this song.

 

Hello, it’s me
I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet
To go over everything
They say that time’s supposed to heal ya
But I ain’t done much healing

Hello, can you hear me?
I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be
When we were younger and free
I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet

There’s such a difference between us
And a million miles

Hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I’ve tried
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter. It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore

Hello, how are you?
It’s so typical of me to talk about myself. I’m sorry
I hope that you’re well
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?

And it’s no secret that the both of us
Are running out of time

So hello from the other side (other side)
I must have called a thousand times (thousand times)
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside (outside)
At least I can say that I’ve tried (I’ve tried)
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter. It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore

(Highs, highs, highs, highs,
Lows, lows, lows, lows)
Anymore

Hello from the other side (other side)
I must have called a thousand times (thousand times)
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside (outside)
At least I can say that I’ve tried (I’ve tried)
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter. It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore

When will I write for a living?

Dear 2016,

When will I write for a living?

I need to sort out my shit – and fast.

Over and out, Ladyhawk.

P.S. 3 years of blogging. Wow.

Khalil Gibran

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Khalil Gibran

 

Fatal (3/3)

For part 1 & Part 2 – click here! :)

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The next morning, she was gone.

Was she stealthy or what?

I forgot to notice that I had opened my eyes to the smell of coffee.

I got out of bed and walked to my kitchen, hoping to find her there. Instead I found a full coffee pot and a note.

“Sorry, had to rush. Catch you later!”

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Catch you later?

I mean man, what the… I ran my hands thru my hair in frustration and poured out a cup.

Fucking hell…it was good coffee. If there was something I liked in a woman, It was her ability to make better coffee than me.

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‘You are out of her league man!’ My friends at work saw me looking at her picture on my phone, on my way to work and guffawed in delight. I knew they were right but I didn’t react.

‘Quit joshing, I gotta get going’, I mumbled and I tried to get her out of my mind. The thing was, I couldn’t get her out of my brain. Or her smell. What kind of obsession was this?

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I got home rather late that night. She was there. At my doorstep. With a small packet in her hands.

“Open it.”

She handed it over to me.

I took it, a little stunned to see her.

It was a notebook made out of handcrafted paper.

” I made it. Not for you, but I’d made it a couple of months ago. For someone else.”

I stared at her.

” You are giving me something you made for someone else? After you left without a word?” As soon as the words left my mouth I felt like such a girl.

“Thanks!” I started moving towards my door.

” For my ex – boyfriend. He died.” She spoke in a monotone.

I stopped to look at her, but she wasn’t really there.

” He was the only one I have ever truly loved. And I know I won’t be able to feel that way about anyone else.”

Her eyes welled up with tears.

” You know yesterday night after a long time, It felt good to be with another person. So I wanted to thank you for that. And for making me feel a little alive once again. My friends used to say that the accident was fatal in two ways. One, it took him away from me. Two, it took me away from everyone else.”

She gave me a kiss on my cheek and walked away.

I stood there, like a fool, holding that notebook in my hand and hoping…that tomorrow, when i’d be at the local supermart, I’d see her again.

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Fatal (2/3)

To read part one – click here

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She walked into my house. I was a bit apprehensive of her reaction. Sure, it was clean as per my standards. But she was a girl and a classy one too.

She didn’t react, while her eyes swept across my old, tiny one room apartment. I hastily tucked away some old underwear into my back pocket before she could see it.

” Can i make you something?”

“What can you cook?” She smiled.

Dang it. I only had eggs at home.

“I can make a mean omelette.”

She smiled again,”Sure. Boys are good at making eggs. Can you make anything else?”

I frowned. “Hey! I’m a good cook!”

She grinned at my indignant look and walked close to me.We kissed again. And again. She was so tiny. I felt all protective you know?

Man, she was a good kisser. My head was spinning. Suddenly I didn’t want to sleep with her tonight. I wanted to get to know her first. You know, sometimes you get that feeling when you know you have met someone special and you don’t want it to be a one night stand or a fling? Yeah, she was special.

So I gently pushed her away.

” I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”

She looked a little surprised but nodded and walked to my bedroom.

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After half an hour I walked into my room with two plates of food and stopped in my tracks. She’d changed into my boxers and an over – sized T.  She was playing the sexy kitten card all right.

We ate, making small talk between mouthfuls.

Afterwards, I snuggled up to her, smelling her neck; her tiny frame pressed against mine. It was quite perfect.

An hour passed away. The sound of the clock was exceptionally loud. I could feel her breathing deeply. Perhaps she sensed that I was awake since she was trying to turn around. I started snoring softly, cursing myself. What kind of an emotional moron was I?

But no, not yet. The time wasn’t right. I’d wait. So would she. It would be worth it.

Fatal – Part 1

This is a work of fiction.

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It was love at first sight for me.

Oh yes, what would a 23 year old know about love? A lot actually. Just because you are young doesn’t mean you don’t know the meaning of love.

I’ve been lied to, been cheated on, have been treated like I was a piece of shit. But I moved on. Each time, a stronger and better person. Because I know, I am a good guy.

How did we meet? Ah, at the local grocery store. We used to wind up at the same store at the same time and I finally got the guts to strike up a conversation with her. We became good friends. We met for coffee, went out for movies, and then finally – drinks.

I did not intend to kiss her in the cab. No, I didn’t.

The entire evening was perfect. She was perfect, with her sunny smile and beautiful eyes. Some women are just so…god damn it. I was barely holding it together.

” I don’t date younger guys.” – She had repeatedly told me.

Hence the surprise when she kissed me back. Molten chocolate mixed with her breath which reeked of alcohol…she tasted divine and for that one night, I knew she would be mine.

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