I love how I feel when I think of him.
That there's no one else in this world that can make me smile the way he can
My laugh is different because of him
How I feel about what I want has changed to include him
No, I'm not being silly nor am I being naive
I am voicing how I feel and who has made me finally feel this way
It's not wrong to express how you feel and how will they know if you don't
Texts from him tell me how he's feeling
He's sad
He's angry
He's happy from a text that I sent
I can smile when my phone rings and his voice is on the other end
I can smile after I end a call because I'm content after talking to him
So, I can smile when I think of him
I can laugh all by myself thinking of something funny he said
Or I can curl up with my blanket, close my eyes and think of the last time he held me
It's not an obsession
Those that have never been happy would say that's what it is
I pity them
I pity them for not knowing how it feels to have a friend
To not have someone that knows you're down by how you word your text message
Or by the tone of your voice
They'll never know how it feels to care for someone
To worry when they worry
To help them work through hard times as well as laugh through the good
Many will never know
They will never know how it feels to have emotions that will build you instead of break you
But I will
I will know
And even if it doesn't last forever I will have known it
I will have felt it with the sensitivity in my touch
The heat that keeps me warm
A continuous 99.5 because he sparked something within me that pushed MY body temp a bit higher than the norm
Seen it with my two big brown eyes because they never miss a thing
Heard it in my heart because it beats to the same rhythm as his own
So, I thank you but honestly, for me to feel how I feel about him...
...YOUR APPROVAL IS NOT REQUIRED
Nikki Frierson, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
QUICK IDEA MOMENT!
When you were young you dreamed of being a superhero and doing things you see on tv.
When you got older you realize that you are not superhuman, and in order to get on tv you must do something tv-worthy
When you were little you wanted to be big and strong
When you got older your bigger but still feel small and weak
When you were young you wished to have a big house and live in the big city, doing grown-up things
When you got older you realized that in order to have that big house, live in that big city, and do those grown up things you have to have money
Meaning you have to have a good paying job
When you were little you saw yourself marrying someone you love
You saw yourself marrying that girl that gave you half of her sandwich in kindergarden and then let you swap out your apple juice for her grape
When you got older you married the one that swapped her heart out for yours
Nikki Frierson, 2010
When you got older you realize that you are not superhuman, and in order to get on tv you must do something tv-worthy
When you were little you wanted to be big and strong
When you got older your bigger but still feel small and weak
When you were young you wished to have a big house and live in the big city, doing grown-up things
When you got older you realized that in order to have that big house, live in that big city, and do those grown up things you have to have money
Meaning you have to have a good paying job
When you were little you saw yourself marrying someone you love
You saw yourself marrying that girl that gave you half of her sandwich in kindergarden and then let you swap out your apple juice for her grape
When you got older you married the one that swapped her heart out for yours
Nikki Frierson, 2010
Book Progress!
Well, I have had a breakthrough in my story! I have finally learned what the outcome of the first book is. Unfortunately, I can't say! But there is a new post from Karah on her blog! Check out her link and let me know what you think!
http://karahavayah.blogspot.com/
http://karahavayah.blogspot.com/
Friday, September 24, 2010
TO MY OTHER HALF
It’s not up to me to show you that I’m perfect.
You should already know that I am perfect for you
It’s not up to me to tell you you love me
You should say it without hesitation
It’s not up to me to make you see how beautiful I am
You should know the beauty within as well as out
It’s not my place to make you hold me
Your arms around me should be second nature
It’s up to me to show you that you’re perfect for me
But you should already know that you are
It’s up to me to tell you how much I love you
And you should love hearing it
It’s up to me to show you how handsome you are
And the light in your smile confirms it
It’s my place to hold you every chance I get
My warmth should be with you even when I’m not
There are things that we should know but don’t
It’s time to open our eyes and ears and learn these things from one another
This is how we grow
This is how we stop the hatred towards each other
This is how we love
Nikki Frierson, 2010
You should already know that I am perfect for you
It’s not up to me to tell you you love me
You should say it without hesitation
It’s not up to me to make you see how beautiful I am
You should know the beauty within as well as out
It’s not my place to make you hold me
Your arms around me should be second nature
It’s up to me to show you that you’re perfect for me
But you should already know that you are
It’s up to me to tell you how much I love you
And you should love hearing it
It’s up to me to show you how handsome you are
And the light in your smile confirms it
It’s my place to hold you every chance I get
My warmth should be with you even when I’m not
There are things that we should know but don’t
It’s time to open our eyes and ears and learn these things from one another
This is how we grow
This is how we stop the hatred towards each other
This is how we love
Nikki Frierson, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
WHAT IS MY PASSION?
I’ve been thinking for the past few weeks about exactly what I want out of life. It’s funny, I love movies, I always wanted to work in film but the closest I’ve gotten to that line of work is a news station. Don’t get me wrong I like my job. I like the fact that I have gained a lot more experience since working there, but I found a great passion. Greater than directing film.
WRITING!
I love to write. I love using my very extremely vivid imagination, creating a story from nothing. With my words I create characters and places and love interests. I make emotions and even place a few of my feelings within them. Okay, so I place a lot of my feelings within them, but I can because that’s what writers do. I want my readers to feel what the characters feel. To cry when they do. To even feel that pain in their throat that the characters feel as they lose that one they love, or realize they can never turn back time.
I have discovered that my passion for films and television boosted how I write. I am a visual person, so I love when I can see what I am reading. When I can picture myself in the scene of a book. When I can capture a moment in words and literally feel the emotion searing from the page I know that this book was a great read.
I started writing in college. It began with assignments and it then branched out to poetry and short stories just for fun. I was still focused on movies though. The thing is if it were not for the scriptwriters for those shows and films that I would not feel the need to cry, be mad or laugh. The scriptwriter holds the power to make or break a show. Just like a writer holds the power to make or break a book.
Currently, I have unfinished stories that took over my mind and I am now determined to finish them. I’m making sure that I sit down and dedicate my unused time to proofing and finding a way to get my stories out to those that enjoy reading. I am more of a fiction writer. I love to create unknown beings and generate my own definitions of what they are and how they came to be. This is so I can twist and bend them to whichever direction I want them to go.
This very blog started off as a joke. I was going to critique movies that I saw and books that I read and even throw in a few personal thoughts along the way, but as you can see it’s turned into more! It is now more than I ever thought it would be. I even have blogs for my characters along the right side of the page!
Karah and some of the others have their own blogs. They even have a blog that allows them all to interact. YES! They are all me, but they are characters with their own thoughts and ways of speaking.
So, in closing, I know that it takes a lot of courage to write something and put it out into the world for others to read and either love or hate, but that is what we’re here for. We cater to those minds that love to read and experience new worlds and the thought that we as humans are not alone. That there are supernatural beings and those of other worlds. I just had the need to voice what I think and how I came to be where I am now. I hope that you all continue to read my entries and comment sometimes. And who knows perhaps one day I’ll actually post that my book is going to be published and that my imagination has paid off!
~Nikki Frierson, 2010
WRITING!
I love to write. I love using my very extremely vivid imagination, creating a story from nothing. With my words I create characters and places and love interests. I make emotions and even place a few of my feelings within them. Okay, so I place a lot of my feelings within them, but I can because that’s what writers do. I want my readers to feel what the characters feel. To cry when they do. To even feel that pain in their throat that the characters feel as they lose that one they love, or realize they can never turn back time.
I have discovered that my passion for films and television boosted how I write. I am a visual person, so I love when I can see what I am reading. When I can picture myself in the scene of a book. When I can capture a moment in words and literally feel the emotion searing from the page I know that this book was a great read.
I started writing in college. It began with assignments and it then branched out to poetry and short stories just for fun. I was still focused on movies though. The thing is if it were not for the scriptwriters for those shows and films that I would not feel the need to cry, be mad or laugh. The scriptwriter holds the power to make or break a show. Just like a writer holds the power to make or break a book.
Currently, I have unfinished stories that took over my mind and I am now determined to finish them. I’m making sure that I sit down and dedicate my unused time to proofing and finding a way to get my stories out to those that enjoy reading. I am more of a fiction writer. I love to create unknown beings and generate my own definitions of what they are and how they came to be. This is so I can twist and bend them to whichever direction I want them to go.
This very blog started off as a joke. I was going to critique movies that I saw and books that I read and even throw in a few personal thoughts along the way, but as you can see it’s turned into more! It is now more than I ever thought it would be. I even have blogs for my characters along the right side of the page!
Karah and some of the others have their own blogs. They even have a blog that allows them all to interact. YES! They are all me, but they are characters with their own thoughts and ways of speaking.
So, in closing, I know that it takes a lot of courage to write something and put it out into the world for others to read and either love or hate, but that is what we’re here for. We cater to those minds that love to read and experience new worlds and the thought that we as humans are not alone. That there are supernatural beings and those of other worlds. I just had the need to voice what I think and how I came to be where I am now. I hope that you all continue to read my entries and comment sometimes. And who knows perhaps one day I’ll actually post that my book is going to be published and that my imagination has paid off!
~Nikki Frierson, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Thought of the Day: How Far Would You Go for Love?
How far would you go for love? I don’t know if my distance is unlimited. I think there is a limit for everyone. I was thinking about how people say they’d die for their partner but would they really? Would they really go as far as to die for the other person? Now, I know love is strong, and I also know that I love unconditionally, but as for me giving up my very own life? Uhhhh, yeah, no, I don’t think I would.
I know how to love unconditionally. I know how to accept the things in others that I cannot change. But there are those that think they can change a person for themselves. I realized, by way of thinking about my relationships, that out of all of them I only truly loved twice! Only two times out of my 30 years of living I have loved. Which is a bit crazy when you look at it. How many times have you loved? How many of the relationships that you held were true love? Or were they just true lust? I’ve had a few of those too! LMAO Too many I’d care to admit when I think about it.
I’m rambling I know but between a bit of this rambling I can see the point! Lol…
Love for you, not someone else. Love them even when they don’t love themselves. I’ve done it and I must say that they rewards are sweet, beautiful and most exciting.
Nikki Frierson, 2010
I know how to love unconditionally. I know how to accept the things in others that I cannot change. But there are those that think they can change a person for themselves. I realized, by way of thinking about my relationships, that out of all of them I only truly loved twice! Only two times out of my 30 years of living I have loved. Which is a bit crazy when you look at it. How many times have you loved? How many of the relationships that you held were true love? Or were they just true lust? I’ve had a few of those too! LMAO Too many I’d care to admit when I think about it.
I’m rambling I know but between a bit of this rambling I can see the point! Lol…
Love for you, not someone else. Love them even when they don’t love themselves. I’ve done it and I must say that they rewards are sweet, beautiful and most exciting.
Nikki Frierson, 2010
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