Surfacing

Do you ever wake up with the feeling that maybe you've learnt something new and that this new concept will help you through the day?

Or that you feel useful, loved, and full of purpose? Isn't it a beautiful thing?

It's almost like treading water. You never really know how well you are going to do it until you try. Once you do, you can learn to swim. You can do something new.

Hope

Tonight I saw the snow sparkle. I peeked out my window with a heavy heart and was pleasantly met with small twinkling crystals winking back at me. For a split second my heart cried out in freedom with the hope that maybe things hadn't changed. That maybe I should take the best of each moment like the twinkling crystals do as they keep each other company. That just maybe my memories will keep me company this night.

A Blank Page

A best friend to those someone who can't truly reveal themselves with the words that they speak; but can explore their emotions between each faint line. Don't underestimate those you can't always hear, they may be contemplating things which our hearts haven't endured.

Choices

In this moment, I wish that my heart would speak up. It seems to be dangling from three different ropes that each pull and strain me. It seems like I'm ready to decide and remove my heart from the puppeteers leash, but then I change my mind. One day, I will decide and the ropes will be cut.

Swimming with the Dolphins

I'm swirling in the crystal waters with my hands wrapped around the fin of my dolphin. We are enjoying the swim and I pull one of my hands away from the tight grasp I was holding on with. My hand runs through the ribbons of the water and I shiver. My dolphin cooes and we submerge oursleves into the crystals. I take my hands off her fin and wrap them around her neck as we fly deeper and deeper into the water. My breath is full and I don't have a care in the world as I watch fish and small creatures swim by. She climbs deeper and deeper and I feel a cramp in my chest. I can no longer see as well and the water is making me feel beavier as it flushes me down. I have hardly enouigh breath to last and I begin to push and pull my dolphin. She doesn't understand me... I become blanc; I feel my body start to float. I feel her jabbing into me but it's too late. I'm floating...

Lonely Eyes

When that single teardrop falls from her eyes,
She seems to hide without disguise,
In a world of people who live on lies;
And never stop to consider why.

When here eye is a window to see into,
And you can clearly see the pain she went through,
You might ignore all her need like you don't have a clue;
'Cuz you never quite know until you've been through it too.

When the sea in her eyes is waving and crashing,
And the emotions inside are endlessly thrashing,
She is waiting for something that may never end up leaving;
But will fly on above her and taunt her as she's dreaming.

Each pair of eyes you happen to see,
Hold secrets inside them that might not always be,
Something that identifies with you and me;
But love and care should set them free.

Serene

The peacefulness of a moment, the remembrance of a time far gone. A want to explore a time that I will never get to know. The thought of a time when originality, true festivities, and respect was at the top. When I feel like the world is waiting to challenge me and I can breathe in the peace; I need to conquer it all.

A feeling and a place that is endlessly hidden, except to those who carefully seek it out and claim it for themselves.

A Feeling

I have this feeling that keeps growing inside me. It's flowery petals individually envelop me as I fall deeper and deeper into the blossom. My skin feels the smooth and waxy textures of the flower on my toes as I hide myself within it. I peek beyond the filmy panels and blink unknowingly to the world.

Remember Me

When you see a red flower blowing in the wind,
A field full of emptiness and space,
A man who's eyes are full of a story;
Or a loving and peaceful embrace,
Remember Me.

One a cold snowy night full of laughter,
When two people stand and fight,
When you hear of a brave and young soldier;
Who willingly gave up his life,
Remember Me.







When the month of November comes along,
And you give up some time to remember,
When the moment of silence is pointless or annoying;
Or the ceremony seems never-ending,
Remember Me.

I can no longer speak for myself,
But I spoke for you before you even could,
So don't erase my existence from your life;
Don't forget my service as others would,
Remember Me.

Conflicted

Conflicted; a feeling of seperation. A feeling of longing for something that is just out of your reach. The list of your abilties is blotted with the sour juices of regret orf unuse. you want to pick a word off of the list and use each letter until they become shards opf dust that are good for nothign more than the garbage. But wouldn't that be better than leaving them to rot?