#snooze
8 years of writing music and finally this is the first time I've written a truly song talking about love."The Blue Rose".
"What is love?" It's great to talk about love, which is a feeling that is missing in most "People"s hearts. especially in my heart, I am "The Beast" who needs to learn to truly love people and stop my selfishness.
"People"don't choose to fall in love but we choose to love when we decide willingly to truly love someone.
Without pride, without selfishness and with sacrifice we dedicate our life to another "Person".
A Tornado of questions comes to my head when I think about love: Am I with this person to heal past love? to fill my ego? because of my greed? to heal the wound of my loneliness? to display like a trophy? Could I really be with this person if she didn't have legs? Could I be with this person if she didn't have arms? Could I be with this person if she didn't have ears? Would I be by her side when my selfishness speaks loudler?
will I be patient and wait or keep my marriage or will I let quick pleasures ruin my plans for the future?
"Just One Day" someone said that anything can be love and I kept those words in my heart. I felt so much love for this "Person" because there're several types of love and admiration is also a type of love
"People" may say they love each other but they actually neglect spending time with the "People" they say they love because of their goals.
I'm an example of this, Of course I'm not proud of it but I hope "Just One Day" my selfishness allow me to change and open my heart a little more for "people". I recognize that I need to change, Inside every human being there is a soul that yearns to give love to "people" but perhaps he does not recognize this. Just as the future can be partially predictable simply by looking at the past, relationships that are wrapped in selfishness will easily linger. Love is like a flower that needs to be cultivated patiently.
I know my fight is not against my husband, boyfriend, parents, bothers, friends, employees, boss, coworkers but against my mind.
Nowadays, relationships are fleeting and wither very quickly, like the White morning-glory flower that blooms in the late afternoon and withers by morning.
My best friend of "The Past" blocked me because I didn't respond for so long while the only "Person" I really want to be Friend "in The Future", well actually I'm not fighting for her Friendship even though I really wanted to and almost every day I think how good it would be to be friends with that "Person". All I did was force friendship in moments when loneliness hurt in my heart because I always chose work or study, Although these things are extremely important, I recognize that I need to place the value of people above material things.
-What's my problem?
-"Selfishness that's my problem"
MySelf, MySelf, MySelf
My Selfishness when will you leave me? When will I stop getting more pleasure when I think about: "The past or The Future But i can't live in The present Tense".
- Mother, Father, Brothers, Friends ?
Will it be too late?
- Yes, it's already too late.
- "I can't live because I already died"
If I am spiritually dead, physical death will soon find me, so I recognize that I need change.
I have this sixth sense, I know that you talked bad about me behind my back, I know that you accused me of lying without knowing the truth, and that in a certain way you still feel curious to know who I really am, but If you have been in my life then you are also my family, so I love you. You could say even if I don't talk to you, I feel curious about you, something different when I look at you, maybe it's this eagerness to want to give you love, whether with my words or actions but I can't because all I did was look at you without saying anything. However somehow I still feel that you are very special to me, will you still be part of my life? I don't know, only time will tell.
I know Loving your neighbor is still so hard, but when it's someone you don't like and think is ugly and still talks bad things about you, it's even harder, but you have to do what you don't want to do sometimes to evolve as a human being.
"Hey Snow" I'll try hard to love you, I promise, even if you ignore me and don't see any value in me.I am really willing to understand what love is even in pain.
So when the right time finally comes will I be prepared to give you the right love honey or will I let the first stone knock down our sandcastle? actually I am aware the time to give you love is now because you are still breathing but all i do is hide in this dark room but i still wanna love you..
But maybe I will never find this love that my heart yearns for, because daily it is a constant search and All I've done now is talk and sing some songs about giving love to someone but will I actually act and actually give someone love like I long for? Or will it be too late? I hope I don't wait for you to die to give you flowers and tell you how much you mean to me.
I won't change because i want to change, i'll change when "Just One Day" I decide to change. Although it is difficult i know, I need to learn to love those who spit in my face, punch me and stab me in the back. But only when my soul learns to be as white as the SNOW is, only then will I know what it is to truly love. Well, I think If this Snow Soul were a person, she would say, "I am a soul that feeds on people's smiles, that feels good when others are well, that feels pleasure in helping people because one day I was that person and I needed help too, and I was very happy when they helped me. This Snow Soul would say, "I am that person who plays dumb even if they know what the person is saying to me, because I know that it is never too late to gain some kind of wisdom from someone.
"This Snow Soul would say, "I learned to feel pleasure when they point the finger at me, because I do not keep the negativity or hurt from the words of those who insulted me, but I keep the wisdom and reconsideration of my actions and the chance to change for the better. An insult and an accusation, no matter how much it denigrates your reputation or company, if you look at it with different eyes, with those eyes that go beyond your physical appearance, you will realize that these are irrational fears, caused by external noises. Perhaps this can be a blessing for you as a human being or talking about business it can be a key to change some area, sector, quality of products or appearance of your company. Lastly I want you to know that nothing is a coincidence, everything has its purpose. there are life lessons in everything, you just need to learn to look for the clues that life gives you, but I hope your cell phone doesn't die before you find at least 7% of the Truth Untold.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 7:01 PM UTC
Terrible Dreams,
as you fall asleep,
Slumber is waiting,
as you go in deep.
A good night's rest
is what you shall seek,
No noise or sounds,
Not even a peep.
So, You close your eyes,
As you close them tight,
To catch some zzz's all
through the darkened night.
A Beautiful Nightmare
is what you see,
It so very vivid it's
hard not to Believe.
What's before you,
it seems so real,
It is so miraculous
You can't help how you Feel.
A Dream that is Delighting, and
Very Enticing,
The Thought of it Inviting,
and yet very Frightening.
It brings you to the saying that:
Dreams do come True,
Then again it's a Dream,
So just might be you.
A Beautiful Nightmare
to True Reality, or
a nightmare unhinged,
You just cannot see.
A Dream within a Dream,
You are not really there,
as you are aroused and
awakened from
A Beautiful Nightmare!!!!
B.R.
Date: 1/17/2025
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 10:49 PM UTC
How can so much go wrong under a sky filled with pinks, golds, and blues?
These days, it feels like a chore to turn on the evening news.
Don't get me wrong. I know life has never been a pleasure cruise.
But day by day, I'm getting more addicted to the snooze button
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
In the beginning there was procrastination,
and I can't wait to start putting that off.
To begin or not to begin that divides us all.
Deferring action never increases entropy,
and lengthens the life of the universe.
Completion happens once, but delay has no limit.
I'm not dithering, just exploring all the options.
This "beginning" poem has just been hijacked by hesitation,
and dragged down the rat hole of reluctance.
Oh well, there is always tomorrow.
One can always say, my muse took a snooze.
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 10:22 AM UTC
From my sound sleep, I heard that sound again.
Oh, it's just the alarm.
"Will you hear me out now?" says the snooze.
I thought that I just need more time to rest.
I snoozed it again.
After a few minutes, he asked me again, "Will you hear me out now?"
I turned it off.
What do I do now?
Should I push myself up? Or get back to sleep?
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
I clicked snooze on the alarm
It says that I should wake up
But I still want to sleep.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
I stare while you peacefully sleep
Trying to peek inside your brain
It is the trust issues plaguing my thoughts
Driving me this insane
Why do I act crazy
Every time I get too close?
All I desire is a guarantee
That I am the one you want the most
You say you are happy with me
But something won’t let me believe
Hesitation in your smile
Betrays truth I long to receive
A confession would ease my worries
You show no honesty as evidence
To prove promises are accurate
Strengthen your defense
I wish every word you said was true
My heart would have relief
It’s hard so unsure I ponder
Your emotions as you sleep
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC
Tell me when to wake
for if I could choose then I
would sleep forever
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
Your life is valuable.
Your attention is too.
So don't be casual
About what you give it to.
Be purposely picky
With what you choose.
Each option is really
Putting all else on snooze.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Your breath
Fills my heart
With happiness
I'm just lying here listening
To it enter and leave your chest
Fantasizing about the days we have
The days we have to look forward to
The future that I want to build with you
You inspire me in so many ways
To love you better, harder, fuller
To rise to my potential every day
With every snore my heart flutters
You're a twitcher, too
Which makes me giggle
I often wonder what you're dreaming about
If we are hiking and you have tripped
If Bones has crawled under your legs
If Tucker has jumped on you again
If your brother has tackled you to wrestle
If you just dropped the weights at the gym
And I'm writing this now as you sleep
My arm tingling, about to join you
But I can't snooze
Thinking about the luck I have come upon
To be buried under the weight of your arm
As you're hogging the bed
Not realizing, just trying to get close to me
Lucky to have someone so in love
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
Waking at six to another bleak morning
outside, I can hear two pigeons calling back and forth
complaining about the cold, I suppose
The grey light coming through my windows
illuminates my white walls
my world appears fuzzy, dream-like
and the birds are quieter now
I can hardly hear them,
as I drift off slowly to sleep
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
between the breaths, the boredom, the blues, the *****
the smokes, the sacrifices, the smiles, the sadness, the snooze
the poems, the problems, the pros and the cons
the needles, the nobodies, the neurotics, the loose
the careless, the fearless, the dreamless, who knows
the tulip, the lilac, the jasmine, the rose
the suns, the moons, the earth, the birth
the nights, the fights, the lies arise
the loneliness
among the hate, the fate, the date delayed
the loneliness
along the tongue, a song, wrong, wrong
the loneliness
inside the heart, a part apart, from the start
the loneliness, the loneliness, the loneliness...
"and the crowd, so many people,
and the cries, the laughs, the whispers...
Too many mouths talking in my ear, my left ear
Is it the chaos of unphysical presences ?
But I touch them, I see them, I hear them...
And nobody is here" -- Myra
-- Watercolour
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
Narcolepsy hard and heavy watch me fall asleep
Lulled to bed in a cunning thread of the tangled web we weave
I dream in pristine colors, windows of my mind anew
No fingerprints or ***** looks or evidence of you
I find comfort in forever wherever it may be
I may have left my home but it will always stay with me
The smell of all the smoke with the sound of all the rain
On constant playback every second deep within my brain
I found that time is all that matters and everything else faded
I spent years and years learning how to forget everything I hated
I've only gotten older and have nothing left to show
Except a ringing alarm clock and blood on my pillow
Narcolepsy hard and heavy watch me as I sleep
Another pill, another high, another date to keep
If I shall die before I wake, I hope that I'm with you
Then it won't matter where I go, cause you will see me through
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC