please help my drunken heart,
the road is getting too narrow,
it's going to crash
please help my drunken heart,
it's lost and scared,
the breaks are broken
please help my drunken heart,
it opened a crack,
now it won't shut
please help my drunken heart
it's addicted to love,
and it's on overdose
please help my drunken heart
it's going off the edge
and can't stop
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
Bippity boppity boo and they lived happily ever after
Sound familiar?
Every book, every movie - An expectation we hold on to
That all it takes is a wish on a star,
and your dreams will come true
That all you have to do is kiss a frog
and you’ll have your prince
That we could be saved
that we could be caught …
every time we fall
Our happily ever after isn’t written*
It is done
We can't expect to walk through life
without falling
Sometimes we are caught, sometimes we are picked up
But other times we rise
We rise from our fall
Not just merely blow on a dandelion
and watch mini seeds drift through the wind
or pluck out an eyelash
and let it fall delicately on the floor
Stealing our wishes with them
Lets get off the ground
full of dust and dirt
stand up
walk
and fly to the stars high above
Happily ever after is just one flight away
Learn to walk
So that you can fly
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
is anybody there?
can you hear me,
screaming into the empty hall?
is anybody there,
to hear me speak?
i'm giving up here
i'm tearing down
are you out there ?
you don’t have to listen
you just have to hear
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
They see things, they keep quiet about them and they understand
There is a difference between seeing and looking
one small difference that destroys a bridge
Some people only see what they want to see,
other people can see the negatives,
Others can’t see at all and are forced to look,
see the truth
That crack in the corner of a perfect picture
or that flash of a smile that disappears as fast as it appeared
We have a special way to see things,
people find it hard to see through our lenses
We don’t have a say in what we want to see
but we do have a say in how we see things
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:59 AM UTC
I can’t remember my last birthday,
i can’t recall last week
When there is so much to remember,
where there is so much to create a memories
I blank,
Where the ghost of my mind,
is chained to the floor
The past maybe my history,
but I do not live in the past
I live in the now,
Now moves,
too fast
and sometimes too slow
Some people say that our past makes us,
that it is the mold which our clay fills
That we are just the misshapen clay
molded by our stories
But what if there is no mold?
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
Only dolls bound by string
and string bound to a puppeteer
lets break free
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
i am in love with the city lights
i love how they illuminate the faces of countless dreamers
i love the way the city shines like the billions of stars in the sky
i love that they light me up inside and make me feel alive
i love that to me they feel like opportunities telling me what is possible
i love that they remind me of the possibility of the impossible
i love the millions of fireworks that ignite in my heart when i see them
to me they symbolize dreams, heart's desires and holy grails
some people say they are just artificial, others say they waste energy
that maybe true, but right now they are just as beautiful as stars to me
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
In a cold dark world
no one can think or feel
there are no sounds,
there are no colors,
the days are grey
but the world is structured
Its a black & white world
where things work or they don’t
simple and complex
In a world so cruel and judgmental
so raw and sharp
so many colors and sounds
a song birds chirp,
The yellow rays of sunlight,
that we never see
because we are in a pitch black box,
and we don’t try to get out,
differences and similarities
mind and heart,
So much is out there,
look around
at the crisp autumn leaves flames falling to the ground
An evergreen oak wise and graceful branches
engraved with thousands of stories that were long forgotten
and washed away
We live in a bleak, black and white world
but we can see so much more
can we see the light in shadows
the good in evil
can we see the color in the pure absence of it
Music when there is silence
the chaos in nothing
Look deeper at the black and white of our world
what will you see?
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
We are all broken
maybe not the same way
but we all have our cracks
whether or not everyone else sees them
We are all broken in our own ways
we cannot fill our cracks
but we can find someone with the perfect amount of cracks
and understand why they fit perfectly with yours
We are all broken
maybe you are more broken than me
or vise versa
but we are all broken
We are...
They are,
She is,
He is,
You are,
I am
Broken
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC