what do i want?
in a career? in a friendship? in love? in life?
my mind spins at just this thought,
in my life i have always tried to do what was right,
and with the few exceptions i have,
where does that lead me though,
i am sitting here wondering what is the right thing to want.
in a career,
something beneficial.
inspiring, exciting, worthwhile.
in a friendship,
kindness, caring, understanding, interested (in me), trusting,
in love,
the one, the hard parts, the good parts, i want it.
life,
to wake everyday with all intentions of being happy.
because life is too short to not be.
5/26/14
Monday, May 26, 2014
poetry.
i love this description. i think it describes the way i feel and act perfectly. thank you meghan for creating this magic.
Because I want a man with strong hands and a soft heart
Not a boy with sticky fingers and a hidden agenda
Because I want Friday nights cuddled in 500 thread count
Not a snow sprinkled night club teetering in stilettos
Because I want shy smiles lurking behind oversized mugs
Not sloppy winks and wet tongues with strangers on dance floors
Because I want a singular perfect sunflower
Not a dozen store bought red roses
Because I want the first edition of my favorite novel
Not a little blue box
Because I want sunday morning farmers markets and bed hair
Not Starbucks with my name missing the ‘h’
Because I want butterflies
Not liquid courage
Because I want it to be “us”
Not “me” and not “him”
Not “Allie” and not “Noah”
Not “Jack” and not “Rose”
The first and last perfect love story of just us
And maybe I’ll have to wait patiently at the train station
Let summer come fall, and back around again
Maybe until my eyes crinkle and my heart’s worse for wear
But the day will come when he steps off that platform
And my baby blues meet his ambiguous gaze
Coat in tow, bag in hand, heart sewn on the wrist of his button up
Grinning ear to year
Because standards exist to be met
To be exceeded
-meghan rienks
Standards
I have been told that I have unrealistic standardsBecause I want a man with strong hands and a soft heart
Not a boy with sticky fingers and a hidden agenda
Because I want Friday nights cuddled in 500 thread count
Not a snow sprinkled night club teetering in stilettos
Because I want shy smiles lurking behind oversized mugs
Not sloppy winks and wet tongues with strangers on dance floors
Because I want a singular perfect sunflower
Not a dozen store bought red roses
Because I want the first edition of my favorite novel
Not a little blue box
Because I want sunday morning farmers markets and bed hair
Not Starbucks with my name missing the ‘h’
Because I want butterflies
Not liquid courage
Because I want it to be “us”
Not “me” and not “him”
Not “Allie” and not “Noah”
Not “Jack” and not “Rose”
The first and last perfect love story of just us
And maybe I’ll have to wait patiently at the train station
Let summer come fall, and back around again
Maybe until my eyes crinkle and my heart’s worse for wear
But the day will come when he steps off that platform
And my baby blues meet his ambiguous gaze
Coat in tow, bag in hand, heart sewn on the wrist of his button up
Grinning ear to year
Because standards exist to be met
To be exceeded
-meghan rienks
Monday, May 5, 2014
me
I am me. I love to be in my own world. I love to get dirty,
but I also love to get pretty.
Bugs don’t bug me unless they are on me with out my knowing. I love to
be alone but I am also terrified of it. I love the sun and summer and anything
warm. I love weather; I like knowing that I am not in control of it, that
anything can happen. I’ll only go on a hike if the company is good. I love to
learn and act mature, and only sometimes do I not. I love to give advice, but sometimes I feel like I need it
myself. My favorite thing it the
world is to laugh. I love to laugh
so hard that I cry. I love people that can have a good conversation, people
that make me super comfortable, people that take the edge off, people that ask
great questions and can be silly about it., people that understand my sarcastic
jokes. I love crazy romantic movies, movies that make me cry, movies that make
me laugh I love them. I love to dream about things that I know wont ever
happen, but dreaming about them is almost as good. I love animals, especially
my little puppy. Stories that are
inspiring are my favorite. I love food that makes me feel good. I love make up
and body products. Anything that makes me feel beautiful. I love the when i smell
the blossoms on the trees in the spring, the hot of the summer, the color
changing of the leaves in the autumn, and the first snow of the winter. I love
that my name is different because it makes me different. I love that my name is
always underlined in red. I love being spontaneous. I love sweats and I love
dresses. I love to write down my feelings, and to be truly honest on the
page. I love to be healthy and to
sweat out all of the toxins in my body. I love to pamper myself; a bath is my
best friend. I love details. To
put in the extra details to make your food, your room, your life more beautiful,
is my favorite. I love fancy
drinks, even though I don’t drink, to watch someone put in so much effort to
mix a drink is fascinating, I need a virgin super cocktail. I love to be
interesting, and to have exciting things happen in my life. I love my beliefs,
they make my life so much more relaxing and fun. I am excited to find the “one”
but I am not looking, he’ll come around when it’s the right time. I need
someone who is very confident, funny, serious, caring, strong (mentally),
sassy, and just fun. Those are dreams but for now I am happy with where I am. I am ryann cooley, and I am me.
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