Dear fragile soul
You are not meant to understand
There are plently things you will never know
You will fall, you will win
There are times you will fail before you even begin
Days will hurt
You will run
As hard as it is
There will be fun
And you will love
you will lose
the skies will be grey and blue
beyond the edges of this vast world
endless at that
you will be loved for real
if you can only learn how to feel
the answers are not all there
you cannot solve every riddle
Walk this soil full of that burning desire
and that heart you guard,
someday you’ll learn to share
let that sunlight warm the parts of you that hide
there’s hope out there waiting
but mostly it’s inside
Don’t tell me there is no such thing as miracles,
I can feel my own heart beating.
Don’t say I wasn’t created,
My body is a perfect machine.
Don’t tell me there is nothing to believe in.
For breathing isn’t easy.
And don’t say there is nothing to live for.
My mind is my own best friend.
And when it finally goes,
these vibrant thoughts will still live on.
I will create until the end of time.
Even when I cannot share my words,
I will carry on those memories.
The ones that never die.
Because aren’t we all just characters
in the same big story,
finding our way
towards our happy ending?
And if today isn’t what you imagined
there’s always tomorrow,
or the next chapter.
If your dreams are as tall
as the buildings you admire.
And the edge of your imagination
soars along mountaintops.
You’ll never know limits,
you can have anything you desire.
So live in today boldly,
see yourself in all your dreams.
There’s infinite things waiting
to captivate and inspire
and only you can create the ending.
That fiery path towards inconceivable incubus is conquerable in time
Undeniably so, the hindrance is strong
Repreive in knowing that magic is waiting to surprise
The heroine must prepare to stumble, even blindly, towards victory
The reparation can be slow
Amidst the facades will be waiting, your prize
My cloud always has a silver lining. I love everything that I see. My world is wonderful, and no one could ever, ever, hurt me.
The quieter you become.
the more you can hear.
You wish for the sun
But run at the first sign of light
You live in the rain
Maybe it hides the pain
You insist it’s what’s best
But the grey takes over your days
If what you say is what should be
Why are your dreams such a haze
You’ve felt what it’s like to fly
Yet cannot use your wings
And if life is simply just passing you by
Will you listen to the song that your heart sings
I like to close my eyes and swallow up the wind
As I sit on the edge of what used to be and what’s about to begin
Let the rain fall and wash away
All that came before this day
Hurricanes won’t cloud this dream
I’m floating on a moonbeam
Sun rays shining through
Above and beyond
In the blink of an eye, it will be
I’m holding out for everything brand new
Before the trill of the alarm reaches my ears
Just in time to see the sun
Reflecting its light
building shadows through trees onto the bright white snow
Notice the still simplicity of morning
And my body adjusting accordingly
There’s work to be done
For now I breathe and relish the world in this state
I am here to make the most of another day
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.
It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.