There are forgotten dreams you never thought you would forget.
There are unspoken words you never imagined you would hold back.
There is sadness in every heart.
There are things in this world you never knew existed.
There are feelings you never felt before.
There is beauty in the mundane.
We forget to live.
We forget that life is a miracle.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Here's To The Future
Sunday, October 31, 2010
17 seconds
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Some Kind Of Miracle
Friday, October 1, 2010
Staring At The Sun
Scars & Souvenirs
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Beyond The Silver Glass
There's this place where time can not touch & you don't need to hurry.
You don't even need to think.
A place where you can just lay there on the grass & do nothing at all.
Where you can watch the stars for as long as you want.
Where you can meet a friend & laugh for as much as you want.
Where you can sit in the arms of your lover & do absolutely nothing at all.
Where you can lay there all by yourself & not feel lonely.
Where you can climb a tree & see the view from the top.
Where you can listen to the sound of the waves & feel the breeze going through your hair.
Where you can collect sea shells & throw them back to the sea.
Where you can hear the music coming from the sky.
Where you can remember moments that make you smile & you do.
When you can read about a legacy that never ends.
A place that has no ends.
A place where no one is leaving.
Where you can ride a bicycle & peddle away like a child.
Where you can run, jump, dance & sing as loud as you can.
Where you can do everything except waiting for there's nothing else left to wait for.
Where you can think of the other world go by without you in it.
Think of the people rushing through the best moments of their lives.
Rushing through it all.
Left with mere memories.
There's time & memories fade away.
But it's a place where memories don't fade.
Where memories go no where.
Where memories are your here & now... forever.
You don't even need to think.
A place where you can just lay there on the grass & do nothing at all.
Where you can watch the stars for as long as you want.
Where you can meet a friend & laugh for as much as you want.
Where you can sit in the arms of your lover & do absolutely nothing at all.
Where you can lay there all by yourself & not feel lonely.
Where you can climb a tree & see the view from the top.
Where you can listen to the sound of the waves & feel the breeze going through your hair.
Where you can collect sea shells & throw them back to the sea.
Where you can hear the music coming from the sky.
Where you can remember moments that make you smile & you do.
When you can read about a legacy that never ends.
A place that has no ends.
A place where no one is leaving.
Where you can ride a bicycle & peddle away like a child.
Where you can run, jump, dance & sing as loud as you can.
Where you can do everything except waiting for there's nothing else left to wait for.
Where you can think of the other world go by without you in it.
Think of the people rushing through the best moments of their lives.
Rushing through it all.
Left with mere memories.
There's time & memories fade away.
But it's a place where memories don't fade.
Where memories go no where.
Where memories are your here & now... forever.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Scream 'light'
It's pitch-black. It's moonless. It's starless.
Bleak & grim.
It's gloomy. It's dusky. It's shadowy.
You're always in doubt.
This place is awfully familiar. I've been here before.
You walk & you talk... in the dark.
Flash.
You look up. See the light.
The light has become a distant memory.
"Light"
You're in doubt.
This place is awfully familiar. I've been here before.
Inhale. Exhale.
Bleak & grim.
It's gloomy. It's dusky. It's shadowy.
You're always in doubt.
This place is awfully familiar. I've been here before.
You walk & you talk... in the dark.
Flash.
You look up. See the light.
The light has become a distant memory.
"Light"
You're in doubt.
This place is awfully familiar. I've been here before.
Inhale. Exhale.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Rushes From The Heart
You disappoint me sometimes.
I thought you would try.
Try again.
Try harder.
You give in. Just like everyone else.
We grow older & the passion of the rebellious teenager leaves us.
This is your story.
Having it easy will give no story.
The things you fight for defines you
Hold on to that nice dream, even if it hurts.
Time flies by.
At least you'd then know you didn't give up.
At least you'd then know that there's nothing that you left undone.
You'll be there.
And I'll be here.
And we'll have our story to tell.
I thought you would try.
Try again.
Try harder.
You give in. Just like everyone else.
We grow older & the passion of the rebellious teenager leaves us.
This is your story.
Having it easy will give no story.
The things you fight for defines you
Hold on to that nice dream, even if it hurts.
Time flies by.
At least you'd then know you didn't give up.
At least you'd then know that there's nothing that you left undone.
You'll be there.
And I'll be here.
And we'll have our story to tell.
The Pheonix Inside
If this not Love, it's Madness
I am melancholy when thou art absent;
look like an ass when thou art present;
wake for thee, when I should sleep,
and even dream of thee. When I am awake...
If this is not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable...
look like an ass when thou art present;
wake for thee, when I should sleep,
and even dream of thee. When I am awake...
If this is not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable...
William Congreve
(1670-1729)
(1670-1729)
Tongue-tied
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Mess It Up
Mind drifting.
Somewhere else.
Where I'm not. But I'd rather be.
Slow.
Fast.
You blink. It takes time.
You give in.
Head relaxed.
And the tree is staring back at you.
Twirl.
Your mind drifts again.
New ride.
It's a beautiful tree.
No traps this time.
What's in is what's out.
And twirl.
Somewhere else.
Where I'm not. But I'd rather be.
Slow.
Fast.
You blink. It takes time.
You give in.
Head relaxed.
And the tree is staring back at you.
Twirl.
Your mind drifts again.
New ride.
It's a beautiful tree.
No traps this time.
What's in is what's out.
And twirl.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
What If?
It's either red or blue.
Live in search for truth. The search for 'real' truth.
The known.
Red or blue.
Doubt it. Question it. Risk it.
The unknown.
Red or blue.
Live the life you know. What you believe you know.
Or gamble your life on a reality you've never tasted.
Red or blue.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Dodge
It's time to talk.
The talk you played in your head. So many times.
The one you're still figuring out. The one you can't figure out.
You've been told to speak your mind.
Your mind.
Mind.
Thinking.
No words. Makes no sense.
Even to you.
Especially to you.
Let it wait.
The clock is ticking & no one's waiting.
It's your turn to talk.
Blank.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Your Stand
Too big to fall.
Head hits the floor. Eyes blink.
Things are different.
Looking around. You're small.
Know the right relationship. Between you & the things around you.
Stand up again. And your stand on things have changed.
Head hits the floor. Eyes blink.
Things are different.
Looking around. You're small.
Know the right relationship. Between you & the things around you.
Stand up again. And your stand on things have changed.
Drift Away
Love Shoots
You protect yourself in so many ways until one day you forget the reason. The shot will get to you. It always does. You saw it coming. The universe listens & you were right.
Light/Dark
There comes a time when the feelings that were once so alive freeze.
The feelings of fire, they fade out.
The open heart grows colder & closes up.
You become detached. The touch that you longed for stiffens you up. It's strange.
It reminds you of your guilt. It reminds you of your shame.
It reminds you that you're flawed, too.
It reminds you of the things you accepted when you thought you had no choice.
It reminds you of your pain. That touch is painful. It stabs you in the gut.
That soft touch shatters you. It reminds you that you're already broken.
It reminds you that you've been very wrong.
The feelings of fire, they fade out.
The open heart grows colder & closes up.
You become detached. The touch that you longed for stiffens you up. It's strange.
It reminds you of your guilt. It reminds you of your shame.
It reminds you that you're flawed, too.
It reminds you of the things you accepted when you thought you had no choice.
It reminds you of your pain. That touch is painful. It stabs you in the gut.
That soft touch shatters you. It reminds you that you're already broken.
It reminds you that you've been very wrong.
When You're No Longer In Awe
There's always a way out. Out of this place you feel sucked in. You're not trapped. You know you can make your way out. But you wait. A sign. Sometimes there are no signs. Sometimes that's a sign. Look around. When the beauty disappears and everything looks the same, you'll find it, it glows. That's your way out.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
A Hard Day's Night
Hurt. Doesn’t make sense. No words.
Turn away. Look ahead. Blurred.
Words trapped. Choked up.
Air. Can’t breath.
Chest heavy. Heart full.
Hurt. It's a feeling.
Hide in bed. Head on pillow.
Alone. You are alone.
No glory. It’s not romantic.
If you want to cry, just cry. And you cry.
Doesn’t stop. And you cry. And it hurts.