Alexa’s Pawn, a King in Disguise

I’ve been here a merely 30 something years and I’ve come to find that life is like a game of chess. Sometimes your best thought out move is the only thing you have on any given day… to look forward to. Why else would you choose to waste your time doing something so unimportant?

It’s funny how people perceive things as being their idea while you’re just sitting in the back unnoticed not taking credit but with a huge smile on your face as you watch it unfold in front of you so perfectly. Kind of like a whore who’s sweating in the back of the church …watched ever so carefully but at the same time so completely unnoticed. People only show others what they want them to see, rarely do you ever see another’s true self. Why would I be any different? Or am I?

It’s sad that we continue to look away or ignore those things we know deep down aren’t good for us. Pretending for a bit, as they do in fairy tales; to just to tell ourselves we’re special, or unique and we deserve something better than what we’re actually given or what we’ve got right there in front of us. All I know is this, and “this” is simply being that people underestimate me far too often. Which has always been my biggest weapon or attribute, not my biggest weakness. Very few will truly understand what I’m saying, unless they’ve walked the walk I’ve walked or led the life I’ve led. Which, I mean honestly who can say they have? How well do you actually know me or what kind of life I’ve actually had? Were you there? For how long? Exactly.

What life is it you have thought about me having lived where you can justify these labels you’ve slapped on me and judgements you’ve added to my story in your verbal attempts to validate your own formed opinions with the information I have given you? If you’re so knowledgable do tell me this then. Where might I ask did you get your information from, who is your source? I was told while growing up, in fact til this day I’m told frequently, reminded by a certain person that “if you listen to someone long enough they will tell you everything you need to know about them.”

It’s interesting to come to such a simple conclusion after writing all this; especially after having made such bold statements like what I’ve written above with these carefully selected choice of words. So vulnerable, yet so brave and so completely forward, yet so evasive. But do you sit over there thinking to yourself “I see right through her”?

If so, then there’s only one thing left to say. My conclusion concludes with such joy in my soul as I say aloud in a soft whisper…Checkmate.

Billie-Jean Monet

5:20 AM Sunday, June 16. 2019

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Hello old past

Dear… person,

I thought of you today. Something that I don’t allow myself to do often. I took the time to relish my shivers, satisfy my taste buds off and on all day today…settling back on those most profound memories. Circling in my office chair with my hands under my chin. My legs crossed and cozy socks warming my toes. The dynamics, the shifts, the old worn out confidence and how it’s all changed instantly swamped my thoughts… but the reality is I can’t say we ever had anything perfect. I can’t say we ever made commitments or promises, nor set expectations. At least not in the beginning. But I love you, was tossed around. Not lightly, not repetitively, only…just enough. I’ve learned excruciating facts today that crept into the light. So I guess it wasn’t a bad thing. A light bulb going off momentarily. In my mind entered this quote. I always hated it, never felt I understood it.

“If you love someone, set them free.

If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.”

Now, I read it and I feel it. Like, it’s there at the pit of my stomach.

Somehow my days lately have such powerful lessons at the end of them that it’s almost unbearable at times. People dropping like flies, people resurfacing, people testing the waters. I shall stand still. Stand tall and silent like a firm, cold, pale statute. March on. Keep moving. Don’t let anyone not worthy hold me back or stop me from reaching my potential. Earn. Trust. Worthy. Standards. Goodbye old me. Introducing new me: hello world. Hello person. Nice to meet you.

But today, I thought of you. Thank you for the small talk-invite. No really though, Its ok if you never learn, witness, or see the amazing, beautiful growth from what you’ve taught me in my short life.

But yes, Today I thought of you.

Tasha

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Beneath The Willow Tree

As I lay here in company, the bed so warm and soft. I feel I am alone, this world inside my head. This week has been heavy on my heart with all the angles swept. Piled into a corner, is where I let it set. Everyone around me, their voices are like chords. They scratch inside these bones, like chalk is to the board.

My mind starts racing faster, as I crawl into my hole, tucked away, far behind that velvet curtain roll. Reality, realism, rational all have no place in here. Only things that I believe are certain to appear, but only if it’s entrance toys away the fear.

My legs are tight and torn, they shake with trembled care. My toes curl into a ball and the ceiling bares my glare. Choices here, choices there, my patience fading too. Everyone has a thought on what they think I’ll do.

My eyes are closing now, drifting like the smog. The room is barely lit, but yet I see the fog. The words form in my heart, they form inside my mind. Hidden in this space, this secret place of mine. This search for a peaceful life, will come to me I know. Wrapped in silky purple bows these tickets to my show.

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Serenity and Acceptance

Instead of reminiscing about all of our bad times,

I will focus my memories on all the good days and nights.

When those darks thoughts creep in and the hate settles in,

I shall understand that you were a karmic cycle end.

Those hard felt feelings of being abandoned and ignored,

Will wash up and clash likes waves upon the shores.

Tip toeing around our problems and letting them build up a wall,

Is ultimately what ended our romance, but my name, sadness will not call.

Strolling through this beautiful park, feeling the wind in my hair,

Embarks me upon a new journey, one with you I cannot share.

I’ll never forget your smile, your eyes, and everything we laid bare,

I say goodbye to you finally, without shedding anymore tears.

For we are destined for so much more than we allowed ourselves to have,

Now letting each other go, living our lives on separate paths.

Goodbye to you my dearest, goodbye my ex lover, goodbye my old friend,

I wish you nothing but the best for your life as our relationship descends.

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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The Fat Girls Closet

The bodacious sound of two fat butt cheeks slapping together, my arms pulling as hard as they can, my fingers grip the top of the pants. I sway to the left, I sway to the right, I bend down like its somehow going to help. I pull up as fast as I can with my fingers well tight and snug around the end, where I button and zip up my pants. Finally I got them on. Inside my mind right then, that moment I thought I have to lose weight.

I look in the mirror to try and determine if my belly hanging over can be hidden by a specific kind of shirt. Oh, is it cold enough to wear a long scarf? Is it cold enough to wear a hoodie? After being fat for a good while, you learn to buy sweats, or the pretty ones from old navy so you don’t look too terrible. You learn to take pictures from different angles so you don’t have a double chin or so people can’t see your belly or arms. You learn to contour your makeup so that your makeup gives you certain features that make you look thinner. You learn to wear mens T-Shirts so your double arm is hidden in the sleeve. You learn to wear browns and blacks because it makes you look thinner. You learn to stop wearing the cute clothes you always wore before. Why?

Today in america, models are thinner than they have ever been. Every where we look there is someone famous that is walking the red carpet with the thinnest dress, and they are listed as best dressed. Why when someone sees us, they see someone they are conditioned to believe is ugly simply because we are overweight? When we try to express our individuality we are told the outfit we are wearing was not designed for someone like ourselves, someone the size we are. What? That we are fat? That we are overweight?

Grow up, you are not perfect yourself. You may work out at the gym, and wear all the nice clothes and are in fashion from the moment you step out of your house. That doesn’t mean that you are better than I am. It doesn’t mean you are smarter than I am. Really it just means that you are superficial. In your world people like me need to get off our butts and hit the gym. You would dare not ever be seen on a date with someone my size. That’s so sad, to be a 12-14 I should not feel fat. I should not have to look in the mirror and feel horrible about myself. If my sons want to wear blue nail polish on their thumb nails or toe nails, who am I to take away that innocent. That is all it is. People make it out to be what they are conditioned to believe because its different. We are all different.

Will the world ever get better in our generation? The world just keeps getting worse. There are too many people that are self entitled, and only relate to what is cool in our media or what they read. The media used to be an outlet for everyone to be educated with what is happening in the world. Now it’s just a circus, which channel can get the most viewers. Let’s do something so whack that it blows away peoples minds. Taylor Swift and Kanye? That’s not the kind of education I want to know. That needs to stay in the entertainment magazines or youtube channels, it does not belong on the news. What has this world come to? Seriously ask yourselves, why are clothes, makeup, extensions, pedicures, manicures, tanning, working out, having the most likes on twitter or youtube, being the coolest so important to you? Wouldn’t you rather feed the hungry, comfort women of domestic violence, be a friend to an overweight person and not judge them, help those that are needy, stop being so greedy, take care of each other. Even if they sin. Say they are gay, or transgender, or they were in prison, or perhaps are ex addicts, current addicts. We all have faults. Let’s stop judging each other! Be kind to each other. Smiles are contagious you know, and hugs, well they heal.

So next time you see a fat person instead of being disgusted just hope that they are happy, no judgements.

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