She listens to band members sing lyrics that explain her life.
her situations
her struggles.
She listens as they tell her it's O.K.
As the music gives her hope
for those minutes, she feels like someone's there for her
like they understand
those band members were there
bands helped her realize she's not alone.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
If guilt and mistakes are at stake
And you're stuck in a rut that's deep with door closed shut
I urge you to break open windows and take, take what you know
And put it in a skill
Use your strength and your will
For only you, this soil, can till
I want you to walk boardwalks and talk to crowds
Convey your heart and speak out loud
To draw and write the things you feel
For though it is not original, or perhaps good enough to show others
You've given yourself something that is real
If the past clings to your ankles and you can't shake it's shackles
Take the rings of iron bound to your feet and break the bindings
The past will not last in your mind anyhow and how you know that you're free
Is when you are able to stand and accept life's steep, and harsh fee
And move and go and know and live and be happy, regardless of it's toll
And if you can do this than you have done more than all the rest who feel best
And you have beaten the ultimate test
For happiness comes sparingly in short bursts
And if you're simply warily comparing the outcomes of actions
Then you are not alive, and the beauty will pass you by
and the chance for happiness will digress and leave you alone
If you can hear then you listen to songs, and words
the footsteps the heartbeats, the wind in the tree's and it's birds
If you can see then you look at the art on the walls that apart from yourself
Can still bring to you some beauty in heart
You look at the bridges in Vermont that in the orange flush fall
Paint the world their colors as they fall from tree's that stand tall
And you like that tree should stand in the wind and not bend to the fate
For when you move with the wind you'll find that happiness does not wait
So as you stare from the window in the stone house you have built
As the flowers you brought from outside are gone, or start to wilt
And you see the sunshine line the paths that you know you should walk
And the people who stand in bands with whom you know you should talk
I hope that the cold of the stone which for years you have known
Serves reminder to find the courage to walk through the door which you abhor
And find the life and light and peace that I know the world for you, has in store.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
She…
Is...
Constantly searching for answers. Constantly questioning surroundings…..places…things.
Always curious.
Always distracted.
Mind bobbling and rattling with ideas. Ideas that come and go. But ones that never really stick.
She desires attention.
She’s not sure what kind. Just any kind.
She reaches out to people for validation of herself without knowing. For comfort.
Beautiful.
Wandering, sparkling brown eyes. Full lips. Bright smile. Lights up her face.
Upbeat.
In small ways and big ways.
Talented.
That’s scattered in different things. Poetic in certain emotions that are expressed.
Anxious.
For everything. Anything.
Aching for change. But changing nothing.
Excitement.
She shows. She likes.
Naive.
Her eyes light up to new things. Growing more curious. Unaware of consequences.
Unknown.
To others. Herself.
Stuck.
In her mind. In her expectations. In her demons. In her betrayal. In her regret.
She.
Is……
Yearning.
For self assurance. Accomplishments.
Guidance.
I…
Want to…
Show her realization. Reality. Art.
Beauty.
In herself. In her talent. In her aspirations.
Patience.
In her skills. In her growth. With her mind. With her future.
Peace.
Within herself. With her past. With her doubts.
Show her that….
She…
Is….
A Diamond in the Rough.
That she has to fall down. To get back up.
To brush herself off. To want to keep going.
On one path at a time…with one foot at a time.
To stop running.
In her mind. With her thoughts. With her feelings. With her analysis of herself.
That it is ok…
to move slow. To take her time. To perfect her craft. With one desire at a time.
She…
Is…
A work of Art that requires time.
She….
is….
Beautiful.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
Good morning to the rising Sun
It's nice to see you again
For that means I'm still breathing
And made it to night's end
Hello to the resplendent moon
A light to shine in the void
My closest friend beyond my reach
Ends the day. I'm overjoyed
The Beginning and the End
To you I'd forever cling
Because there's nothing that I dread more
Than what happens in between
So lift me up, rising Sun
I do not wish to come back down
And raise me higher, resplendent Moon
To the stars all around
Please hold me fast with your loving glow
As I watch you each ascend
Although you both are lifeless
You spark life in me once again
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
Lifeless.
A pretty face
Overtaken
By blue lips
Eyes
Clear as
The water she lie in
Now darker
Than the soul
That had now escaped
From her beautiful
Lifeless body
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
life without passion
-lacking ambition or drive-
isn't life at all
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC