Dreamer

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.

Mornings

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Rise early
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
Countless steps
For now I breathe and relish the world in this state
I am here to make the most of another day

Soaking in the Sky

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Sitting on the Brooklyn Bridge watching the sunrise; often I do this when I cannot sleep. I long to be near the water at any chance I get and somehow I feel more secluded sitting up here away from the millions that inhabit this chaos-filled city. Maybe it’s just easier to be alone here, yet doesn’t feel so lonely. I guess this city is like that. You can walk around and live within the stories of strangers lives.

My attention is drawn to a young foreign couple…

just steps away from were I sit, shouting out encouraging words to those walking and running by. “You’re a beautiful woman! Amazing body! Keep on running! Great job! Fun, young and fit!” At first it takes me a bit off guard; this doesn’t happen very often, as crazy as things do get. This goes on for the next fifteen minutes or so. I am staring off into the sky, continuing to jot things down in the notebook in front of me. Eventually they approach me. The man asks if I am a writer and at first I am not sure how to answer. “Yes. Most days”, I reply. “Do you always write or only when you have something to say?” The question made so much sense to me. “When I have something to say,” I answered. “Well, I can tell you must be creative. Anyone sitting here on the bridge with this this view at this time of morning must have true inspiration inside of them.” Despite his somewhat thick accent, I understood every word clearly. I wondered how this man, this stranger, could read me so well in an instant. “You know we will never see each other again. Tell me our story. What is it? Just write it down for us and we’ll wait here.”

Inspired, I wrote out their story, spanning a short paragraph. I tore off the page and handed it to them. They then invited me to breakfast. “Do you come here in troubled times? Would you care to join us for breakfast?” I graciously declined but my soul was touched. Even now I cannot fully explain what this interaction meant to me but there’s a chance that it helped serve as a reminder that someone is always there to listen no matter where you may be, even a stranger. We could all use some encouragement and open arms. I wish the world was better and we could all learn how to be more open, honest and kind.

I guess that’s why I’ll always be a dreamer. I designate the way I see things. I predestine the ending. In my mind, everyone lives happily ever after. And that’s my story just the way I fancy it.

Slow Down, Close Your Eyes, Run Faster

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Follow me down to the end of this road. Past the lines that were meant to be followed. Where the pavement turns into land and the land is soon taken over by water. I’ll be walking down that path in the pitch dark, but still I can see the stars. I will climb a million mountains to get to where I am going. I will jump from bridge to bridge with my eyes closed. Sing to me all the reasons why I will never make it. Tell me again all the reasons I should already know. I will listen this time, I promise. But let me fall endlessly. I can’t seem comprehend such words. They bounce off the images stored within my memories, roll around and never stop. So take my hand and we’ll run through corn fields, scale the highest sky-scrapers and fly to the moon. It doesn’t matter where we land while we are flying. I’ll pretend again until the end. I’ll be miss make believe until it’s time to come down. But I will never let go of what I know.

Rue

There once was a girl named Rue,

She had so much homework that she didn’t know what to do.

So she tried and tried,

threw her social life away,

slipped slowly into a life void of play.

She learned this and that,

and her mind grew and grew.

She conquered every quiz and test

Her grades climbed to the top

But all she really wanted was some rest.

Her dreams were full of the next escape,

wishes of traveling the world.

So she kept a level mind,

while her passion she fed,

made some new friends,

when it was possible, she would clear her head.

Rue is still learning,

giving it her all,

in awe of the ride.

She knows the road ahead will unwind in due time,

along with the pull of the tide.

This chapter won’t always seem such a mess.

She’s going places,

conquering the quest.

She is scared of what will be,

but she’s doing her best.

~JSC