Marketing and Motivation Mondays with Monica Marie Jones

One Breath...

Sometimes I feel I fall one breath short of living.

Suspended in a state of destructive thoughts and feelings.

When you live inside of your head, how do you survive?

Smothered by thoughts and emotions that you’ve always tried to hide.

A dark place with very little air.  It’s like you’re drowning in a pool of self imposed despair.

I need light…sunshine to be exact…to thrive.
If I stay inside of this cognitive cave I won’t make it out alive

Holding On To Hope...Hoping to Hold On

Am I holding on to hopelessness?
Making you out to be something that even you can’t see?

It’s not you…it’s me
Trying to make you into what I want you to be

When all that you can be is you
And until you are ready, there’s really nothing I can do
To make you want to stay
The tighter I hold on, the more you pull away

The only way to have you, may be to let you go
So we can have the space and time that we both need to grow

Intoxication (A Poem)

Your presence is intoxicating

A natural high so stimulating

I can only experience you in moderation

If we continue to be so close

I might overdose

You are my sweet release

My place of peace

Something so good can’t be safe

Tiny increments are all that I can take

Small portions…I can only take a taste

I must pace myself…there’s no need for haste

I’m always left wanting more

Every time that you leave I press my ear, my face, my hand…my heart against the door

In the morning I open my eyes in anticipation of seeing your face

Instead a hangover looms in your place

Hung over from taking in too much of you

You’re like a habit I can’t shake..one hit turns into two

Intoxication…inebriation…I don’t know what to call it

All I know is that I can’t wait for the next installment

Marketing and Motivation Mondays Radio Show Excerpt May 10, 2010