One day I may be great
Known around the world
With my literacy and my works
With my arranges of words
I may be known for what I think
What I write And what I say
One day I may be great
Just one day I may

b.m.

The heart of an adventurer
Is a heart that never dies
A heart that reaches the end-
But still, for more, it cries.

The heart of an adventurer
Is a heart that always longs for more
A heart that ends up at the end of the hallway
But is still looking for another door

The heart of an adventurer
Is a heart that refuses to sink
A heart that ends up at rock bottom
But still the surface it seeks


The heart of an adventurer
Is a heart full of wonder
A heart that stands in the midst of a snow storm
But somehow- still creates thunder

The heart of an adventurer
Could be the heart of you and me
A heart that has the full picture
But still thinks there's more to see

b.m.

I believed a lie
I believed it till that day
The lie that you'd come back
The lie that you would stay

I believed a lie
The lie that you loved me
I believed a lie
The lie that you where finally free

I believed a lie
The lie that you really changed
I believed the lie
The lie that you really weren't the same

I believed a lie
But now I know what's true
I believed a lie
I believed in you

b.m.

I sit as I drag my pin across the page,
Dreaming in my heart of all the things to say,
The places I could go-
The things I could be
As a writer,all the possibilities
I could travel to the east,
Or all the way to the  west,
I could gaze upon the mountains,
Or watch the sun set.
I could go to the moon
Or fall upon the stars
Your imagination never goes to far.
No distance is too far-
No land is too wide,
For a writer to reveal the dreams that rest inside

b.m.

Darkness.
An empty void.
Configurating powers of nothingness-
A place where no light exist,
No eye can see,
And no heart should go.
Shimmer.
In the distance-
Shimmer. Shimmer. Shimmer.
A sense of hope shimmering
A thing you can see-but can't touch
False hope- mocking
And shimmering
Light
Empty of voids
Configurating patterns of everything
Explosions of life
A place where all hope exist-
Where every eye can see,
And every heart should go

b.m.

Extremity at it’s finest
Are when your dreams
Are soon to die
As a bird stuck on a branch
Because it's too afraid to fly

Resilience at its weakest
Are when your dreams
Are put on hold
Elasticity becoming nonexistent
Because of your heart
Drawn to cold

Perfection at its furthest
Are when your dreams
have gone away
Nothing to perfect
Because perfection
Is no longer just a delay

b.m.

Once Upon A Dream
Once upon a time-
A dream hoped to come true-
The Cinderella story,
You hoped would happen to you
The ringing of the bells-
Where everything would change.
The cry of your heart-
Would bring a fairy of no name.
The flick of a wand-
That would change your situation
A pumpkin and a carriage,
To change your destination.
But your life is not a fairy-tale-
A happy ever after waiting to come true.
Your life is not a story book-
Your life is written by you.
So Flick your own wand
To change your own destination.
Take the story of a fairy-tale-
And make it your own demonstration.
So Write your own fairy tail
Dream your own dream
Make your reality
Better than what it seems

b.m.