no matter where i am you find your way into my mind
the ocean waves put hope in me
that one day together that's where we'll be
you find your way into every song
in the back of my head you're singing along
one day i hope you'll think of me too
in the ocean and the music you listen to
because the color of my walls reminds me of your eyes
no matter where i am you find your way into my mind
- j.m.d.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
i am not like the others;
with fluent words,
freely flowing from within,
like the rain so effortlessly falls.
i am part of the few that stop;
overthink because i may be wrong.
work up a cloud
of worry in my mind
that everything may crumble and fall.
will i succeed?
will i dissapoint?
the thought of speaking to others
is a storm within me;
my heart overwhemled by dominant cracks of thunder.
- j.m.d.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
i am not
a nail to hang a picture
a switch to turn on a light
a key to open a door
a broom to sweep a floor
so why must you think
it is okay
to treat me like these few?
i am a person
a mind
a soul
i was not made
to be used
- j.m.d.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
today
dreams
dreams in dark days
thoughts of loss
inducing tears
broken
one day
may you discover
true meaning
true hoping
who you're meant to be
whole
- j.m.d.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
the music rolls through the windows softly, like the smell of cinnamon buns.
drifting through the hallways, each note finds its way to the next.
the flickering of the candles dance with the tunes.
the guitars strum; each string adding clarity to each word sung.
the drum keeps beat; the heart which pumps rhythm through the veins of the
song.
oh how i love to sing, with this orchestra of one.
one world, one place, one song; one.
- j.m.d.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
an eagle riding the bursts of wind
a boat sailing across the sea
running wild through wildflowers
just letting it be
daring to be yourself no matter what others may think
living life openly without one blink
freedom
- j.m.d.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
as the sun covers up with a blanket
and tucks itself in,
the moon rises, shining bright,
ready to be seen again.
it sings a sweet melody
as the starts whistle a tune,
all in a chorus on a summer night in june.
- j.m.d.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
we want to escape
this cold, cruel world
and all that lies within;
the fears, the judging
the hearts we cannot mend.
but how, we ask, how?
how do we get this peace?
and the closest thing to escaping it seems,
is sleep.
- j.m.d.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC