If the past is but an illusion
and the present is all that I am, then it’s an illusion that has made me strong; all those things that didn’t go as planned. I drift now, happy to observe life as it happens around me, as it whisks me along with it, I’m trying to stay grounded. And I love now, passionately. Not with a flame, but now I am the sun. I have my own mind, but I’m made up of everyone. I am human enough to feel slow crushing of heart, but I am angel enough to not fall apart.
he waltz in the room
she waited for him she was a harlot; he was her redemption.
is it harder to
forget or to remember? to forget is bliss a numb, empty bliss. and to remember is to live with so much pain
You have to scale the height
Don't stay at an edge of a plain sight After a while when it is a lonely peak Shout and you can hear your spirit in an open valley
Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens
Our words are ours, think upon what we can share
If you love yourself, then don't hurt others Free them from the guarded heart It opens their beautiful mind to reason
The role of the artist is not to look away
Now you will no longer speak
Because your words are an endless field Where the dead come to swim The lifeless come to crawl Those left don't even know their soul Or their worth as lovers flee The ghosts of the past aren't free
Luxury and lies have huge maintenance costs. But, truth and simplicity are self-maintain without any cost.
Think about me
Pick up a phone Once spoken, you know Love is the only word That binds us in torn hearts Patching us up like broken birds That haven't flown after dark
Every pain gives a lesson, and every lesson changes a person
The prince wanders, unable to
Think of the things that he must do For he thinks his heart is starting to ache For the women he met by mistake But she won’t know that it was he Who saved her from the depths of the sea And without two legs like the other men He could never see her again Melancholy and pain arrayed And then he knows that there’s a way To travel to the witch of the sea And ask her to answer his hopeful plea And so he swims to the dark and deep No time to rest, no time to sleep He reaches the dungeon of the ocean floor Goes up and slowly knocks on the door Inside answers the witch, appeased Thinking of the kingdom she will seize She listens to the prince ask for legs As he bows his head to her and begs She tells him that he has a choice To give up his alluring voice And in return walk on land But only if he follows her demands For should the maiden not love him back The spell that holds him would begin to crack And he’ll dissolve into the seas But foolishly, the prince agrees