No reasons left to wonder

Tell me why I’m over here crying about you. We were never all that much were we, to waste all these tears? All those years?

My soul and heart was aching for you, but comfort never came. In the dark times you didn’t have to question that my love was never a game.

I stood there in the doorway waiting, with all of my emotions sore. Just to watch you slam it shut and say you don’t want me anymore.

You put up walls that stood too damn tall, always there keeping us apart. You let your past eat up your nerves, and it was that alone that created your depart.

Your shadowy figure dances inside these walls of my dimly lit room. I lose myself in memories of what was once me and you.

People had their way with us, talking all this shit. Coming between us, every step, every move. Words that ultimately sank our ship, words that left nothing to prove.

We could have rode the waves all the way out to the shore. Made a way for a nice life, have a showdown, or perhaps…even the score.

Yet, here on my own, I’m faced with reality checks and false hope. I can only do it so long, walking this light, tight rope.

Same stories you tell again and again, twisted up plots just to win. Cradling your heart, protecting the parts that are still swimming in sin.

Leaving me here alone, and soft spoken. Yes you left, but I knew though, deep down I was just this beautiful vase you kept purposely broken.

So spread your wings little one, lift your head high, soar to the sky and fly your own kind of wild. I’ll be here still stronger than ever with my new lover, my new karmic why.

Tasha Geller

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Cost of time

I see the Beauty through the pain when life bestows upon us a storm or rain.

Breaking you down just to build you up, this pain we suffer in this half full cup.

You can’t stop it you can only embrace it in all its true forms.

But how, with what tools were we equipped with…to handle this thorn?

Which bedtime story that my parents read explains this part of the fairy tale ending?

Everybody circling is vulturous always bringing that bitch we all know as negative.

The rebel that thrives in me will break these chains.

Waiting for my moment to drive these reins.

I may be invisible but definitely am not your typical.

All these faults, and insecurities, these hidden gifts are magical.

Trip you up, fill you up, tie you up in an improbable game.

Tempting your dark side to gamble on the possibility of straying insane.

I was born to run, I was born to fly away from the parts of stories with lullabies.

Never owning up to predicables, or even alibis.

Every ounce of me, this high, this ride, this rollercoaster endless side.

Is predestined to a dangerous to the almighty tide.

That fights against your faults, formulating ways to toss you aside.

Want a lesson profound as most, you must take the risk, this dose of lust.

That most often, others pass in fear of trust.

If ever I shall stay the same, I’ll pitch in my savings to play the game.

But must you know the cost of time, With someone meant as only a season, and then there’s the others.

All to keep you from your sense of reason. All sacrificed in honor of the lessons.

Tasha Geller

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Bittersweet highs and lows

The lights dance across the floor, entangled excitement I just want release For the longing and anticipation that never comes next.

 

I stand in the back, tucked away in the corner while the music dies

You dwindle softly away from me and into the night without me by your side.

 

I keep to myself, I just want to hold your hand and dance but you don’t see me

I’m not the girl you are riding back home with, the one you’re buying drinks for.

 

I’ve given you time, lots of time to process your feelings and thoughts

Yet you leave me hanging around without time to process my own. Left me wanting more.

 

Was there ever a perfect moment, when all you had to do was hold my hair back

Pulling me in close to your chest, a gentle kiss on the forehead was all it would take?

 

To reel me back in this trance you had me in, only now I don’t see how

We could ever be anything but a moment lost in time, a once never known.

 

The hasty decisions, were all mine to make on my own, since it was just I

That was playing this two person game, without participation from you, a simple mistake.

 

It’s you, all you, I just try to run from you and you keep my heart beating, just going

Ninety miles an hour knowing I’ll never be the same, never tamed.

 

Like a drug, I keep coming back for more each time the high goes away

Knowing that I’m just a sucker for the way you move me, I can’t stay.

 

It can’t be love, this game of you loving to see me fall apart just to put me back together

You got me so good, without loving me the way I deserve, driving me insane.

 

All I want you to do is love me, just love me. I am tired of the waste, these broken

Limbs just getting in my way, I’ll run for miles oh just for a taste.

 

Oh but we’ve got tonight, just one night left can we dance and sit by the fire

outside in the back? I don’t know why I let this go on without standing a chance.

 

So goodbye is what I will say for now as I make my way to something grander

and better, something that will stay with me, a bittersweet desire.

 

Tasha Geller

May 21, 2018 

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Chains

I guess I’m not allowed to have bad days, because being cheerful and bubbly all the time is how I’m suppose to be. I’m not allowed to have bad days.
I guess being tired is not something I’m allowed to be either. I’m 36. I’m young, vibrant, and healthy. I have my whole life to go out there to live. Who has time to rest? Being tired is not something I’m allowed to be.
I guess I’m not allowed to complain either. I should just be prim and proper and keep my mouth closed. Because saying how I feel just isn’t as important to you as your own feelings. I’m not allowed to complain.
I guess I’m not allowed to love. I am to be an independent, self reliant individual. Yet, stay in my lane at all times. Allowing you and only you to give yourself away emotionally to someone else. I’m not even allowed to love.
I guess I’m not allowed to dream. I’m suppose to be inspired, motivated, driven, and successful. Yet, setting goals and achieving them is impossible when they keep getting shot down by your constant need to be in control. I’m not allowed to dream.
I guess I’m not allowed to say goodbye. I’m suppose to be supportive, attentive, and reliable financially and emotionally no matter how bad it gets. Because I am such horrible person that no one would ever be able to love me like you do.  I’m not allowed to say goodbye.
Tasha Geller-Hollingshead
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The Portrait

Laying here on my couch watching my kids run around and be goofy, I start reminiscing about our short lived time together. I felt for a minute there that I was going crazy. Love is a tricky situation for everyone involved; this I have learned from my intimate and dialed up crazy times with you. You touched my heart in the deepest, darkest, furthest corners bringing to light what I didn’t know could exist. I kept it hidden so well or so I thought. Everyone around me has noticed the differences that have come to the surface. I can’t say you changed me entirely but my choices have definitely been affected by the propositions we have put ourselves in. They all keep pulling at me, trying to get me away from you saying “Billie, why?” Always with their opinions on right and wrong, always a stigma or what is proper. The strings you tangled up inside me keep me are still twisted at my core. Friendship is something I yearned from you, but over time it turned into something more. Yet, we walked away didn’t we? Unbroken, yet shielded.

My experiences with you have opened my eyes to other imperfect opportunities that turned out to be the best case scenarios for me in this thing we call life. My eyes were open the entire time, jotting down and taking impeccable notes had kept me entertained and busy. Kudos to you for showing me that love can be on different levels rather than the one society has etched in our bodies and souls. The amount of wisdom I have learned from you will live on for the rest of my life and guide me in and out of situations that I will come across with others. I will be the wiser one in the future. Protecting and guarding my heart, only leaving it open and available for the one I chose to spend my life with.

Letting go of a love, or trying to change that love back into a friendship has shown to be one of the hardest things I have experienced in my young adult life. The precision of the worth I held in you, those expectations set your value higher than you could live up to. To be honest I deserve better. You deserve better. We weren’t meant to be this intimate or close. This was never a position I expected to be in with you. Talking about everything, setting boundaries, and choosing seperate goals perhaps will keep us in line this time around. The chemistry and attraction we may have had before needs to desiccate, fall away like the leaves in the fall make their break away from everything they have known, naturally. A beautiful portrait, we painted. Now, it’s left up for sell to the highest bidder. Lost and tucked away forever by another owner never to be seen by us again. As the seasons come and go and our life situations change, we will eventually meet up again one day and greet each other with a smile. For this picture perfect friendship has been captured and framed for all eternity.

By: Tasha Geller- Hollingshead

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Parallels

My heart beats so fast whenever you’re around.

My hands tremble, twisted together, bound.

The metal jingles around my head, the air is a mist of sweat.

Never thought I’d end up here, in this moment, a lost bet.

My legs look pretty red, wonder what it looks like from behind?

The stinging lingers, our souls sharing this single night of design.

We fade away once again, getting swept aside by pride.

When I said I’d say no next time, I’d be lying to say I tried.

Back here for more, your lips so softly placed upon mine.

Puts my mind in naughty places, is that such a crime?

Another night we tell ourselves will be the last.

We should know our time together has surpassed.

The rain falls above my head, the cold keeps me inside.

I’ll be looking outside though with a smile, always, waving goodbye.

You’ll be a memory that is cherished for the rest of my days.

Always a fond existence, a picture perfect transference of parting ways.

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Endless Thoughts

These wooden chairs with the uncomfortable cushions I’m sitting in couldn’t even take away from this view. I don’t think anyone could take away these feelings of bliss and freedom that I feel so heavily in my heart right now. The sun rises into the sky and breaks through the clouds like a beautiful Monet painted for only a select few to witness. I feel so lucky.

Happiness with a dose of harmony never comes together for me at the same time in my life. Yes I truly believe there is a difference. Lately, it’s been changing in every area of my life though. Yet, all I’ve been finding in this unfiltered realm is this perfect combination. Nothing seems to be a barrier. Nothing is too small or too big to take on. I feel a sense of self satisfaction taking over. Taking moments to myself, and focusing on handing out individual attention sporadically has proven to be healthy for me. I don’t need to know everyone and everyone doesn’t need to know me.

I suppose it’s safe to assume everyone has dark, hidden kept secrets buried deep in their hearts. I know I do. I always have. I always will. I take a peek every now and then just to remind myself why it’s better up here on the surface. You see, I’m notorious for getting myself into deep water or just plain down right into some kind of trouble. This new outlook on life though has me looking at things a lot differently. What I can do ultimately to change into something better? Someone I like a little bit more…  I kinda like it here. This realm I’ve been blessed with. I think I’ll stay and camp out here for awhile. Take in the fresh air. Kick back and enjoy each and every one of my sunrises.

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