Just a blur

Just a blur


As the clouds drift endlessly, taking shelter beneath the sky. As we hide in boxes, shielding ourselves from the truth, we collide in our minds, we dream, we spark, we envision a moment in time, one that’s pure and true, laced with stars. As we think upon the life that we want so dear, the uncertainty weighs us down, our hope floats away like a mirage, like it was never there. In the end we have to make the choice, to be this or that, to hope again or not, to realize that the pain is just a blur, or not. 

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Just Breathe…

Just Breathe…


When I’m alone the world is such a different place 
I’m usually the one who writes the words 
The one who says “life is now”
But when the ink fades and the pages turn
I’m the one to hide and cry 
To curl up in the corner of my own story
To play my life’s ballad as I dance to the tune. 
Sometimes life gets too hard and we just want to run away
Other times we feel the love so strong and our joy bursts forth with no bounds
When the hard times come, remember the good times, she will come again. 
Just breathe! 

A spark in time 

A spark in time 


My head on his chest, I hear his heartbeat drumming away just like mine. The memories before now are a blur, his face is the only one I remember. Are we not all the same? Confused, aware, plain. Are we not all thirsty? For him, for her, for mother. Are we not all in between? Trying, crying. His fragile words compelling me, I pray to the gods of life to make this real, to make me see that this too is only but a spark in time, to feel now or never.

 
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The lucky ones 

The lucky ones 


The echoes of the caves
The sound of the waves
As the rain pours
Upon our floors
We wake up from a dream
Into another dream.
As the flowers bloom 
We find ourselves in life’s costume
Parading our flaws 
Endlessly waiting for the applause.
As the stars twinkle
We start to see our faces wrinkle
But the ones who know their purpose, are truly the lucky ones here
Are you lucky?

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Falling into place 

Falling into place 


You’re beautiful and I’m not just saying words
All that has happened and is to come is not a mistake 
The dreams you had as a child, have they come true?
Don’t let anyone tell you what you can and cannot do
Don’t let the pressure reduce you to a corner of your own life
Don’t dream small even though your minds eye fails to see farther
Live your life for you and no one else, all other things will fall into place. 

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