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This blank page stares at me
Taunting
Daring
“Write bitch
What have you got?
Poetry you call it?
Get on with yourself, girl
Write me a sonnet
About how you were betrayed
Write me a love letter
About the lover you met
Write me your sorrows
Your dreams
Your intentions
You sadly forlorn remain
And I here this blank page
Stare at you not in disdain
Not in disdain
But a blank page
For you to maim
Or possibly a life reclaim
Yeah, a life reclaim
Yours
Today, you took all the right steps
And here we are
You writing
You dreaming
You loving
Yourself and others
Opening up to for once loved be
Without trading anything in exchange
Just a little ‘ol blank page staring at you
No longer blank
Thankfully
Lovingly
Because of your courage
To spill it
Like only spilled ink
And raw emotions could”

God, what would this year have been
Without Tumblr
Without words
Without friends
And the courage you mustered
The hills you climbed and hiked
The iron you pounded
to shape your body
And thereby your mind
Your soul
To feel like only a superhero could
And yet your heart for now remains frail 
But your friends and loved ones ready to the avail
And I hear you say loudly and purely:
“Thank you blank page,
Thank you my friends,
Thank you my pretty strangers,
Who if only momentarily you have made me
On a high feel
Thank you God,
Thank you mom,
Thank you me,
For picking myself up
And matching emotions to words
Feelings to laughter
And broken dreams to hopes”

Here’s to 2012 and baby, baby
To so, so much more!

-haven

(Art “belle monde” via bookspaperscissors)

You didn’t ask
So
I didn’t say
Sorry, was it my
responsibility
And did I
Lead you astray?

You didn’t know
Or so you claim
That I was falling
As hard as you
But I’ve been hurt
And I retreated
You left me no choice
And I had it in me
To walk away

You had it in you
To express
Your words perfectly
Matching your feelings
As I fucked-up like a soldier lain
And I was a rebound or so I suspected
And so this guard of mine tough like concrete remained

Meanwhile you were certain that I was
The one who got you,
And I did
That one who refreshingly sought you and
Special made you feel
And I wanted to, and so I did
But, I needed that too.
You gave it,
But this fucked state of mine
couldn’t see it- even if the awakening was so fucking rude

I fucked up
I miss you
But you needed more
Than I could give you
And I am not sure that
Even writing this
I could enough give for us two

What next, baby?
Do you have it in you
To grow this out and love
me unconditionally?
I’ve done it,
And I know that I with you too can
Will you simply lie by me?
Share your dreams?
And contently hold my hand?

Time is all I need,
but not alone.
I want you by my side
Just understand
It will take a bit more
To let this guard down
And let go
And when I do, baby
This world of ours,
This world of yours
I will be your lover,
Your biggest fan
And adoring admirer

Please give me some time,
but don’t for a minute-
Don’t for a minute
Leave my side

- haven

(Art “Episodes” by Grzegorz Domaradzki via Marysoul )

Gather yourself already and give a fuck
No one here to shine your penny
Wish on a rainbow for your good luck

See the pieces on the floor?
Pick yourself up, man
You ask for help say you can’t take no more
That your future is frayed
And you parlay, wax on for mercy oh lord

What have you learned from this decade
if not that man is a resilient weapon
Loved ones passed
Illness fraught
Lovers parted
Friends vanished
And here we are, babe, broken hearted
But still standing

Bombs ruefully color the sky in the East
While rainbows paint ours here for us to feast
Yet most go ignored
Yeah they go ignored
Just like bird formations
Clouds hanging ever so gently above our jaded L.A. hilltops
Yes, it’s smog-ridden L.A.
But, I will take it any day over seeing soldiers slain
Yet you email, text, phone, post and complain

Gather yourself already and look up
Look around
Friends that are left are a few
But their goodness is abound
I may not be there to hold your hand
But a hand I will lend when I see you
For once getting on
Humming birds and butterflies they appear
out of the blue
And only you know this is true

So there friend, you are not alone
But, you are you and you sabotage
You deprecate
Cast a shadow with the smallest of stone
Enough
Open up and let go
Beauty is around us
I love you
But for now I go
Until you, for yourself see
That even a penny can shine on its own

-haven

(Art via dyingofcute)

I wanna give you kisses
Like the ones that don’t come true everyday
Hold you like someone who has never hurt me
Embrace the possibilities
Or simply get lost in your embrace
I don’t want plans
I don’t want promises
I don’t want to discuss this
I want your sheer longing
To hear you say you thought of me all week
Whether your longing for now is or isn’t skin deep
Baby, you thought of me
And that is all I need
Baby, you have champagne
I’ll make the chocolate covered strawberries
And we stay up making love
So be it, let’s talk about the mundane
I wanna give you kisses like I said
Ain’t it funny how strangers can meet
And make each other feel loved
Even if love is not what they’re in yet?
Ain’t it funny we can severely hurt those we claim
To in love be
Yet we destroy, betray them, hurt them and wonder
Well I ever be right again?
Will I love again?
Will anyone love me?
Baby, thanks for the kisses
Never mind these loose cannons firing in my head
You are one of the few reasons
Why I am okay,
if only for today

-haven

Art by A Childhood Dream | Yusuf Artun via bookspaperscissors

Hello my #Tumblr #friends, thanks for your messages, I’m better. Had a little bump in the road, but it was a good test in this positive momentum of mine. 

In the last few weeks, I’ve had some good lessons about people, and I’m starting to realize that, for the most part, I don’t think we set out to hurt each other. Rather, it’s in the manner in which we carry out our situations – sometimes more careless than not – that people get hurt. And what many of us don’t realize is that it is never, ever too late to reach out to that person that you hurt, that is confused by your actions or simply misunderstood and tell them that you value them – whether it’s the short amount of time you spent together laughing, whether it’s their good intentions or just the fact that they will be good at or with someone or something else. The end result here is: positivity. Leaving things on a positive note.

Let’s not let people walk out of our lives feeling crummy. It’s the one super power we all have – to make others feel respected, valued, thought of, noticed, acknowledged. It’s so simple and can be done with a sincere, ‘I wish you the best, you’re a good person.’ And so with that comes my new Haven’s Happenstance song series – Songs With A Message: over the week I’ll profile songs that have a positive, feel good message to them. Songs that somehow have been surrounding me for the last few weeks – whether I heard them at a café in Italy as I was having a bummed out moment, or they came on the radio as I was tearing up on a drive home, or songs that are just in my arsenal of “Come on Haven, get on up and feel good. Life is short, but oh so beautiful, don’t waste a second of it.”  Hope you like, chin up, xo – haven.

(Art by Samuel Loren Schmucker via mariposima reblogged moodsix: sisterwolf)

Sometimes things matter
only because we have nothing else that
possibly could

Sometimes a love seems possible
only because we know not love, nor
do we know how to love ourselves first

Sometimes.

But most times,
we love because we see the goodness
in others and they in turn see it in us
before we in ourselves even could

-haven

(art via autumnintheevening)

I was going to rant, wrote this post yesterday and sat on it for a day. So glad I did. I’ve decided to keep my blog positive and continue on my path of no grudges and anyone who carelessly hurts me, betrays me or toys with my emotions, well best to you, but I will not give you another second of my self. Still, there’s a good story to my post, and so here’s a much-abridged version. Oh, and gone is the former title: “A Triangle So Fucked” :)

This is a true story, I promise you: I somehow naively fell into a trap, a triangle of I don’t know what, and of the three, I’m now shut out. A fortune-teller approached me about a month ago before I left to Europe. Randomly, out of the blue, she came up to me in a crowd and cautioned me and said something like “Be careful, you are between two. And people who you trust will be talking about you. Friends are not who you think they are.” And she walked away.

Now, in this raw, emotional state I find myself in this year, this really struck me. I tried my best to remain positive and forget about the awkward exchange, filed it away and didn’t tell anyone. For if friends are not who I think they are, my God, what do I have?

Sadly, as I reflect on the last few weeks… she was right.  What happened has unfortunately made an impact on me; my guard is fully up. But, this too shall pass. I count my friends on one hand. It was too soon to open up, and I now know that. I’m letting it go. Here’s to starting the week off right!

(Art by Andy Council via darksilenceinsuburbia)

“Hello” he said
“I don’t think we’ve met
In fact, I know we haven’t
I would remember that delightful face
The dark of your hair mysteriously
guising the temples of your thoughts”
Few smiles later,
couple awkward chuckles
and a magnetic meeting of the eyes
He spoke of the city, the sunsets and
mundane life
He was intent on knowing more
Was she okay?
Did someone hurt her and
Could she see the good in him?
Perhaps a glimmer of the strong man
he had a feeling was missing in her life?
He wanted in just a few minutes
to soak her up
taste her sweetness
run his hands through her hair
and gingerly linger along her back
But, his time was limited
A few minutes were left
before he could convince her
there was more here than a locking of the eyes
Would he get the chance to see her in morning’s dew?
Pressed against his chest?
Or arched on her back
as he made love to her in as many ways he could?
Would she come to trust him?
And could they like kids laugh hysterically at nothing
but an afternoon’s breeze?
Lock in step together as one?
Make love to the night’s end
until the morning had just begun?
Suddenly, in that instant
it was time to say goodbye
His heart pounding, out of breath and words
He let her go
But little he did he know
She was there with him
Too afraid
Too hurt
Too shy
To say
“I want to know you,
I want to soak you up
Goodbye my almost one”

-haven

(Art by By { stella im hultberg } via bookspaperscissors reblogged from limmynem)

It’s October and it’s also Breast Cancer Awareness month #bcaware. Many a valiant and beautiful women have fallen prey to this disease and many are kick-ass fighting survivors. I’ve had my share of scars and scares, and so on this last week of October, I dedicate my Haven’s Happenstance music series to WOMEN. Celebrating our tender, nurturing, loving side. Our sexy, sultry, ravishing one. And one I’ve had the pleasure to reconnect with recently: our poetic, introspective and sensual one. Throughout the week, I will highlight some of my favorite female artists and bands with brave men strong enough for a woman to front. To women everywhere - you rock!

Art by Winston Chmielinski via langst