Friendship.....Handle with care

Well the holiday season is upon us and it just wouldn't be the same without the trauma and dramas that comes along with it. Lately I've been thinking about friendships and just how fragile they really are. I'm currently going through a cold war with a certain friend. We had a dissagreement and the next thing I know a month passed and we still weren't talking. Why she choose to take this path I don't know. But I knew that I was right and she was wrong and because of that, I wasn't budging. She recently made contact with me and I'm prepared for us to have one major conversation about our dissagreement and then bury the hatchet. A friend.... I mean a true friend knows when to let things go to forgive and forget. I don't throw things in people's faces because I know how petty that is. A real friend doesn't do such things. I know she's eager to fill me in on her life. I can only imagine the traumas and dramas she's experienced over this past month we weren't talking and me likewise. And like a friend.... I mean a true friend, I will listen intently reserving judgement and only occasionally giving my opinion when it's requested or direly needed. I received a frantic phone call from a different friend last night. She's been having a lot of difficult life issues lately and we spoke about the issues a few times, just light surface conversations. But I knew there was a tornado coming my way. She wore a pretty mask and put up a good front about her problems. And like a friend...... A true friend, I didn't push or pull her to open up to me. I was able to see the cracks and crevices in her mask but was determined not to go any further than she wanted to. I knew I had to step back and handle the relationship with care. The tornado finally touched ground last night and it was a hell of a tornado she unleashed on me. But like a friend.... I mean a true friend, I held her hand in the storm and reserved judgement and tried to use the whole ten percent of my brain power to help her. I told her to stay strong and never give up faith. Her situation is bleak at the moment, but like a friend...... A true friend I continued to find the rainbow inside her storm. Now that I'm in my thirties I have matured, checked my ego, realized that jealousy can be tamed, and friends come in all shapes and sizes. Every relationship must be handled with care. Regardless of the box it arrives in.

Janxy

Love resume

Lately I've been pondering the prospect of evaluating love the same way as evaluating a job. If you're qualified for a job, you should at least be able to get an interview. Same thing with dating, if you share the same goals with a potential mate, you should at least qualify for a date. I guess what I'm trying to say is, there is no true "scientific" way to pick a mate. Yes, I understand the dating websites have their 'success" rates, but if dating websites "scientific" process was so great, how come internet dating isn't the Defacto way to meet someone? Just because a person "looks good" on paper and share common goals with you does not mean that will translate into your perfect mate. Love and dating have a lot of intangibles that can't be pinned down. You may find yourself attracted to a person for reasons totally unrelated to their "paper resume". Just because "on paper" a person should be a perfect fit for you doesn't mean it's true. The deciding factor in love matches comes down to one thing: Chemistry. You might meet and fall in love with someone at the bottom of your love resume pile. Simply because that particular person had one thing that the people with "great" resumes didn't have. Chemistry. There will always be a certain segment of folks who will marry for stability or religious reasons. For a lucky few, the resume of their mate will match the chemistry and it's a match made in heaven. Some people will bypass the chemistry part for the sake of stability. Only each individual knows which route is best for them. But for me chemistry will win everytime.

Giddy heart

This blog is dedicated to anyone who has a special friend that makes you feel happy inside. It may not even be a special friend, it can be a pet, a movie, tv show etc... The point I'm trying to make it that having that giddy feeling can get you through the day, just that sudden burst of thinking about that particular person can serve as a spark to motivate you. I know someone made my heart giddy today and I was in a way better mood because of it. Most days this particular person worries my socks off but today was all smiles and giggles. It's important to have these people or things in our lives. When I'm reading a good book I intentionally leave it home so that I can rush home to read it.I think all day about the possible twists and turns the book may take. Having something to look forward to is an awesome feeling. It's like a pocket full of sunshine. We live in a world of instant gratification and we HATE waiting for anything or anyone. Delay gratification for a few days, you'll appreciate things more. I know I have. No need to post an uberly long blog today. Just wanted you guys to think about the person or thing that makes your heart giddy.
Janxy.

Leftover Feelings......

I wrote this poem a little while ago. I was in a stormy relationship with a young man and things were getting crazy! I had to remember who was the "mature" person in the relationship and regain control. But it was way too many mind games and I finally had to get off of the roller coaster. This poem was my letting go. Let's just say it was a fling that lasted waaay too long!

Young Man

Hey young man, won't you put away that gun.
Stop playin wit that trigger, cause to you it's just fun.
You had to point that barrell, in the direction of me.
Like cupid with his arrow, you showed no mercy.
I have to confess, i liked playing wit your gun.
Until it let off two shots, and know i am shunned.
I was raised not to play, wit those black shiny things
Two shots in the heart, one two bang, bang.
You have perfect aim, and your stance is just right
Then you hide on the rooftop, looking for fresh prey at night.
Hey young man, won't you put away that gun
Stop playin wit that trigger, cause to you it's just fun.
That weapon is dangerous, you need a license to carry
It's shrapnel is hazardous, soo many hearts that you bury.
I was your victim, and i wish i could forworn
All the girls of the symptoms, that your heart has been scorned.

Hey! Young Man

This poem was inspired last spring. I know a lot of people may have felt this way about a person. Enjoy!

Young Man

Hey young man, won't you put away that gun.
Stop playin' wit that trigger, cause to you it's just for fun.
You had to point that barrel, in the direction of me.
Like cupid with his arrow, you showed no mercy.
I have to confess, i liked playing wit your gun.
Until it let off two shots, and know i am stunned.
I was raised not to play wit those black shiny things
Two shots in the heart, one two bang, bang.
You have perfect aim, and your stance is just right
Then you hide on the rooftop, looking for fresh prey at night.
Hey young man, won't you put away that gun
Stop playin' wit that trigger, cause to you it's just fun.
That weapon is dangerous, you need a license to carry
It's shrapnel is hazardous, soo many hearts that you bury.
I was your victim, and i wish i could forewarn
All the girls of the symptoms, that their heart has been scorned.

Blogging Virgin!

Hello world! Welcome to my Blog! This first blog will consist of things I hope to accomplish with my blog. I want to be able to fully express myself and talk about issues that are affecting my life. I am a poet and I hope to display some of my work on this blog.... As a matter of fact, I'm going to post a poem now... *Disclaimer* This is an original copywrited poem by Janxybaby. Not all men lack emotional chips. Just a few of them. Enjoy!

"Emotional Chip"

This is a subject many females just cannot resist
Men, and their perceived missing "emotional chip"
Made in the perfect form of muscles and strength
But when it comes to men's feelings
It's made at a much shorter length
Beutiful eyes, great bone structure and such
But men fail to recognize the importance of a women's touch
Men will break your heart then go party with their friends
While women sit and cry with no beginning or an end
If I were a boy, like Beyonce once said
I'd never play women like toys or ever fuck with their heads
This is a great mystery, why do men seem to not care?
To all the women I feel your sympathy
And all the pain that you bear