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| Bored at work...Just something I'm starting...and probably won't finish. Lol.
Struggling, she zipped up her tall, black leather boot. An intense thrill ran up her spine as she viewed her transformation for the first time. She wondered if this is what she really wanted or if she even had a choice. Her mind dismissed the thought at once. Her path had been chosen for her. No more nice girl. So many of the years wasted, when she should have been partying and having fun, but focused instead on her studies. Getting through med school had been a breeze for her, but she was bitter about having missed out on actually living.
Adjusting the short, but classy hemline of her straight black dress, she grabbed her purse and stepped out of the penthouse she called home. Choosing to become a surgeon after med school was admittedly, her decision. It had provided her with all th luxuries of her childhood and then some. Growing up privileged also meant that she had grown up sheltered. Now, having become chief of surgery and accomplishing more than any other surgeon her age, she needed a change. So what if her rebellious period came a little later in life?
Walking down the street, she began to notice men gawking at her. It was a pleasantly awkward feeling that caused a blush to creep to her face. She smiled, and adjusted her bag and kept walking. She had never been ugly per say, just never used her beauty to her advantage. She was tall, with a long legs and a slender build. Her neck was graceful and she carried herself with the stance of a queen. Her almond eyes, inherited from her rich heritage, sparkled shades of amber and honey. Her flawless skin and ebony hair that cascaded to her mid back and was always the envy of any woman she encountered. Just a hint of eyeliner and lip gloss caused her to glow.
Her date tonight was with a mysterious man. One who she had known for most of her life, yet never spoken to. to him, she was as unfamiliar as anyone else in this large city. She did not yet know if he was her type, for most of her prior relationships had been set-ups that ended at a maximum of two dates. This man was different.
The way he had come into her life spoke volumes. When he had walked into her office at St. Sebastian General Hospital, he had walked with an effortless confidence that intimidated her. His piercing, intense gaze had stared her straight in the eye as he had shook her hand and introduced himself, even though she knew him already. They spoke business. St. Sebastian was one of the most profitable hospitals in Upstate New York, he wanted his company, a financial managing firm, to take control of all our accounts. Beginning with the surgical division. The way he spoke made her wonder if he was ivy league educated. He had an MBA from a modest University but tons of impressive work experience. She guessed his age to be abut 30 and payed more attention to his ruggedly handsome face than what he had to say. At the end of the conversation he had left her with his card and instructions to call once she had spoken to the Board.
The room had smelt intoxicatingly of him for hours after his departure. When she finally got back to her office at the end of the long day, she had picked up his card, and noticed something written neatly on the back:
DINNER. FRIDAY. 21 EAST. 7 PM. She was not surprised at his boldness, but was at hers for accepting the somewhat forced invitation. 21 East was a ritzy Sushi bar that she had spent a lot of time at with friends. But as she walked in now, she felt as if entering unknown territory...
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| Where have I been?
Defeated
As I lay here wounded
I think about my heart
And every time you broke it
Wonder about true love
And if it ever existed
Your weapons
False hope and submission
You had me believe
Lies and contradictions
So I swear
one last time
To never let your wind
Blow through my mind
Distance from you
Pains me no more
Purpose
It drives me away
I need to
Save my own soul
Repent for
Slipping from faith
Gently
Nurse my good heart
Cause finally
It’s all that I’ve got
I will fall
In love once again
Just your luck
Won’t be you my friend
Keep living
In your hazy world
Keep skinning
Your dirty knees
Lying
To yourself
You know it won’t matter
What we could’ve been
Endless possibilities
The empire
Stretched to eternity
Destiny
Played its own part
Taught me not to
Think from my heart
The sadness
I gain from now seeing
The imperfections
Of your perfect being
Each thread
Of my existence
Being pulled apart
All I wanted
Was to be in your heart
One day I know
I’ll look back
And smile
One day I know
You’ll look back
And scowl
The sorrow
Like the black of night
Works its way
Into my bones
Gradually
I learn to suppress
The feelings I’ve had
Now just a mess
Of ice and snow
And dirty slush
When it melts
The only way I’ll know
It ever existed
Is from the pot holes
And uneven salt marks
Cause after the storm
One thing is for sure
That life blossoms again
So I’ll take that and run
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“…I promise you this. I promise you to lay my heart in the
palm of your hands. I promise you, me." —Dr. Preston Burke
The first time I felt his warm breath whisper in my ear
I knew I’d been placed under the strongest of spells
By a wizard whose every move enchanted
Whose words were joined in mysterious ways
I was ever left me in awe
His touch leaving tingles in its path
Unforgettable, just like his smile
A nonconformist at worst, an angel at best
He taught me to let go, and fall freely
So I fell
Haplessly in love
With a wizard
No antidote can cure his irreversible sorcery
I can hear his heart summoning me
His incantation, my name. Mesmerizing
Tantalizing
He’s all I see and all I hear
Tunnel vision
All I want is him near
Near enough to touch, to show him what I need
To show him what I mean, without a word
To a wizard, my words are meaningless
I want to make his world complete
To show him what it means to live
He’s taught me so much, so it’s only fair
That I give back with immense care
I want his heart to beat inside my chest
Our souls to lie intertwined, in a bed of roses
We’ll walk side by side, hands clasped
Smile through happiness and pain alike
I’m his shoulder, he’s my life
I’ve been waiting for this angel
My other half, to complete me
So I can live out my potential
No limits, no bounds
Lower me into the realms of your heart
Where forever I want to stay
Till I own no youth and this hair turns gray
I want you on every page of my journal
Of memories called “life”
I will respect you and honor you
And lay down my life
You’re my friend and my lover
Because of you I laugh, I smile
I dare to dream
I respect you, I need you
I will encourage you and inspire you
Our love can be simple or an effort
But it will always be there
Completely and forever
Till death do us part
And when it does come to take us apart
I hope it has one thing to say
That I’ll be with you eternally
In heaven one day
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85% of the things we worry about never occur.
What is this hate?
Why are we so ruthless?
So quick to degrade
Our brothers and sisters
The fellow man
The trials we face
Based on our race
The color of our skin
Similar to our kin
Out of our control
Our heritage chosen
By the One up above
So why are we judged
By one another
For a gift that we’re given
From the Highest of all
Our vibrant colors
Not just black and white
The whole spectrum
Shaded, no two alike
Amber, beige, brown
Copper, mahogany, tan
I see no black
I see no white
Vigor in your prejudice
That racial slur
Like a snake bite
Its poison spread
There’s no antidote
Venomous stereotypes
Is there no end
Can no one be spared?
From the monster we all
Secretly fear
Just love with a vengeance
To neutralize that rancor
Smile sincerely
Adopt altruism
Deny egoism
Travel your journey
With harmony
Enjoin your soul
With peace
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"We simply attempt to be fearful when others are
greedy and to be greedy only when others are fearful."
-- Warren Buffett
An icy mess
The gelid cold stings
Her balmy skin
She sits down on
The glimmering sand
Writes his name
Next to her as if
It will fill the void
She just sits
Watching the sunrise
The pink, gold, lilac
The sun’s mighty glow
Her hands are cold
He isn’t there to warm them
Not today
Her breath in little puffs
Disappearing quickly
The melancholy ocean
Large enough to swallow
The entire world’s sorrow
Yet she refuses
To submit to it
Her pain, her own
Waves lap the shore
Begging her to give up
She stares indifferent
To the silent protest
Her heart fixed
In stubborn remonstrance
Content with her life
The perfect order
Calm, sequenced, routine
Far removed from ordinary
Bends down to touch
Her toes and sees his name
Still written in the sand
Smiling, realizing her fortune
The treasure she’s found
In this simple man
Regaining composure
She does one last stretch
Draws a heart around his name
And begins a paced jog
Into this hazy morning
Of her beautiful life
No sense, in my opinion, is more valuable than the sense of touch. It can work wonders.
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