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! 

Advertisements
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. 

Picture; music-bazaar.com

The box

The box


Sacred to gain knowledge is how it should be and to learn, one must love discipline
It’s not okay to just study, you need to do the talk
Time waits for no one and two heads are better than one
Your friends point the world to who you are and so you need to choose wisely
Everyday will never be the same; it will always be new
So break out of the box, follow your heart and don’t be afraid to think

Picture; hole in my heart ministries 

Disintegrate 

Disintegrate 


I hope the walls of feathers I’ve built around my heart come crashing down
I pray the well of love never runs dry
I pray the shadows around my fickle desires get blinded by the light
I hold the key to all my doors and I have the right to be who I want
It doesn’t matter what they see or say
Sometimes the only push we need is to realize who we really are and what we already have.

Picture; psdvault.com

Into the wild

Into the wild


Comfort; the poison that drains us of growth
That zone where stagnation and order walk hand in hand, dancing away our time
It’s too easy to get caught up in the routine, the way things should be and the way it should remain
We all want certainty, predictable outcomes to how our life’s story unfolds
But the truth that’s bitter and ice cold is this; nothing worth drinking is ever drawn from the well of comfort
The things that change the future or rewrite history are never born from the conventional
Except you love to be stunted or are too afraid of chaos, run wild into complexity, stay there and you will grow.

Picture; favim.com

What freedom is

What freedom is


When night comes and I lay down to rest
My mind begins the round the world guilt trip, every mistake, every flaw, every sad story replays before my very eyes, keeping them awake.
When eventually sleep comes and takes me away
My mind drifts into the rem, there were dreams come alive; blurry images, distorted, pale faces, made into a motion picture, giving my subconscious life.
When morning comes and the sun rises
My mind awakens to the endless cycle
The wheel turns and turns, keeping the pace with time and this is how it will be
But I have the power and so I choose the path for my thoughts to walk; this is freedom. 

Picture; Youtube