Cut me, drug me, poison me with the love of lyrics, finding me in a shadow of undeniable depth only you can see. Tunneled and struggling, but pursuing a hope of fight, flight, and strength.
The valley is narrow, but the light is bright. It’s far away, but keep walking and it will come to me. Harmony and passion for the music you love give hope to keep my head above. You are who holds my breath.
Sing to me because I’m there.
Sing through me because you care.
The weight of the world has nothing to do with this; you find a way. Bringing me back with that voice of melody, harmony, sing for me.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Stolen Heart.
Peaceful river, calming seas. The envy of strength, the envy of freedom, the envy of pure happiness. Caging myself, I know I must go. Unlock the door that’s been bolted for so long, open up my heart again. Show me what’s true, what’s right, what’s imaginable.
To be at peace. To genuinely smile. To be happy.
Prickles underneath skin, like rats scurrying through disposes, that cover my body, be gone. Let go of me. I’m no longer your prisoner, or shouldn’t be. I am stronger than you, I am bigger than you, I can overcome you. You are darkness. I am light, I have the light, just masked. Scurry back to your shadow, scurry back to your grounds, leave my heart alone. Give it back to me.
I lost it long ago, in the elevated mountains. The wide range, the beauty of snow, us standing above nine clouds. Lost in the sky, embraced by its beauty, you stole me and then brought me back down. Inspired by the beauty, yet I cannot climb back myself. I need you here with me. No, I don’t.
Give me my heart back. Leave it as it once was.
Destroyed, broken, confused. Crushed, lost, bleeding.
Throw me in a river, toss me in the sea. An ocean, a lake, the water can see me. Seep through my veins, detoxify my love, creating peace. Calm. Calm, my child. The day will come and you will know silence.
To be at peace. To genuinely smile. To be happy.
Prickles underneath skin, like rats scurrying through disposes, that cover my body, be gone. Let go of me. I’m no longer your prisoner, or shouldn’t be. I am stronger than you, I am bigger than you, I can overcome you. You are darkness. I am light, I have the light, just masked. Scurry back to your shadow, scurry back to your grounds, leave my heart alone. Give it back to me.
I lost it long ago, in the elevated mountains. The wide range, the beauty of snow, us standing above nine clouds. Lost in the sky, embraced by its beauty, you stole me and then brought me back down. Inspired by the beauty, yet I cannot climb back myself. I need you here with me. No, I don’t.
Give me my heart back. Leave it as it once was.
Destroyed, broken, confused. Crushed, lost, bleeding.
Throw me in a river, toss me in the sea. An ocean, a lake, the water can see me. Seep through my veins, detoxify my love, creating peace. Calm. Calm, my child. The day will come and you will know silence.
The Birds.
Birds of a feather flock together, but what if there’s only one? Stuck in the wind, too much or too little, despair, yet hope, belittle. The bird flies alone, alone in his gusts. The freedom of air, the sky, and sunshine, remain barred behind panels of glass and metal, trapping me inside. Melting, floating, the sorrow of tomorrow.
Floating then, flying free, the birds move on, migrate without me. A broken wing distresses the heart, knowing the aspiration of flying has to start. Or part.
But what if it happens to me?
Wing fixed, heart remains. Distressed, lifelessness.
Not good enough to fly, but are you?
Fly with me, save me from myself. The heart of the bird is rough, bearing buildings. Walls and halls, ceilings and attics. Cemeteries, ashes, he dies.
Stuck in a shade of silver, flying alone in thought, no freedom. Not okay, but fine to sight. First to bear the relentless winds of the Northern sky, the heat of the Southern. The cold of the future, or the warmth of death.
Floating alone, finding a way. Outside looking in, wanting escape. Never going to make it home.
Circles and dots, spirals and knots. Taunting, pressure, breaking me.
Breaking and broken, breaking free. Whispers fight, raging reassuringly, saying pain, pain, pain. Veins bulging, releasing red love. Love of hatred, love of what’s right. You don’t know what’s right. Frustrated, failing, falling again. Broken.
Trying to fly, but they migrate without me.
Floating then, flying free, the birds move on, migrate without me. A broken wing distresses the heart, knowing the aspiration of flying has to start. Or part.
But what if it happens to me?
Wing fixed, heart remains. Distressed, lifelessness.
Not good enough to fly, but are you?
Fly with me, save me from myself. The heart of the bird is rough, bearing buildings. Walls and halls, ceilings and attics. Cemeteries, ashes, he dies.
Stuck in a shade of silver, flying alone in thought, no freedom. Not okay, but fine to sight. First to bear the relentless winds of the Northern sky, the heat of the Southern. The cold of the future, or the warmth of death.
Floating alone, finding a way. Outside looking in, wanting escape. Never going to make it home.
Circles and dots, spirals and knots. Taunting, pressure, breaking me.
Breaking and broken, breaking free. Whispers fight, raging reassuringly, saying pain, pain, pain. Veins bulging, releasing red love. Love of hatred, love of what’s right. You don’t know what’s right. Frustrated, failing, falling again. Broken.
Trying to fly, but they migrate without me.
The Box.
Finding a place of undeniable, so desirable, intrigue. Lost in a moment of accidental accompany, the company of a territory felt and understood by so few. A company of discrimination, even when it doesn’t deserve it.
Shaking. A relentless twitch. Intricacy.
Desired because of it’s complexity. That uncharted territory. A territory of brokenness, yet positivity, all in the shadow of self-doubt and misunderstandings.
What do you want?
What feels right?
It runs through the mind. What is expected has nothing to do with want. It isn’t lust, entirely. Neither entirely of the mind, body, heart, or self, yet a combination of all. It’s something that’s eager to reveal itself. Something so creative, so intriguing, inspiring.
What are you inspired by?
Think outside of the box. It’s hard, I know. When you’re so leveled in routine and comfort, it seems impossible. Don’t go for a flower in a tree, go for a tornado. Get inspired by something, anything.
Listen to something new, not that same old station.
One inspiration can reveal so much.
Those who are limitless find the most in their lives, fulfilling aspirations, taking risks. No being comfortable. No settling. Doing them, only them, realizing what’s most important. It’s a decision of self.
Are you going to be comfortable, or are you going to explore?
Explore those uncharted territories.
The inspirations.
Intricate people, intricate places.
Beyond the box.
It can reveal so much, unexpectedly.
Shaking. A relentless twitch. Intricacy.
Desired because of it’s complexity. That uncharted territory. A territory of brokenness, yet positivity, all in the shadow of self-doubt and misunderstandings.
What do you want?
What feels right?
It runs through the mind. What is expected has nothing to do with want. It isn’t lust, entirely. Neither entirely of the mind, body, heart, or self, yet a combination of all. It’s something that’s eager to reveal itself. Something so creative, so intriguing, inspiring.
What are you inspired by?
Think outside of the box. It’s hard, I know. When you’re so leveled in routine and comfort, it seems impossible. Don’t go for a flower in a tree, go for a tornado. Get inspired by something, anything.
Listen to something new, not that same old station.
One inspiration can reveal so much.
Those who are limitless find the most in their lives, fulfilling aspirations, taking risks. No being comfortable. No settling. Doing them, only them, realizing what’s most important. It’s a decision of self.
Are you going to be comfortable, or are you going to explore?
Explore those uncharted territories.
The inspirations.
Intricate people, intricate places.
Beyond the box.
It can reveal so much, unexpectedly.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Acceptance in Introspection.
What kind of relationship do you have with yourself? What kind of person are you? Or do you even know who you are? Think, how often do you judge others; is it a really criticism of the other person, or a criticism of yourself?
Introspect. Find out, what makes you, you?
Don’t be afraid to dig deep into yourself. Don’t be afraid to come face to face with shadows of your life, empty roads. It isn’t about loving yourself, but gradually coming to an acceptance with yourself. Figure out where those buried emotions-- the hatred, the sadness, the anger-- all come from. Come to an understanding with them, but don’t feel forced to come to an acceptance with those emotions quite yet. Just come to an understanding, so you know from where they sprout. Live with them. Understand what you feel, understand what the cause of those emotions are. Understanding those emotions will have an impact on the understand of yourself.
“Too many tears, too many falls
It’s easy to hear behind these walls But you don’t have to walk in the shadows...
“If only you’d let go of your fears
You’re breaking your own heart
Taking your own heart down the lonely road”
Those dark ages, all those negative emotions, they have a place. It doesn’t mean they should forbid you from having a relationship with yourself; the dark places have a home, but a home of hopeful understanding and eventual acceptance. Not one of a defiance of positivity and a shameful, demeaning manner. Yet the positives have a home too. They can sometimes be buried just as deep as the negative ones.
See where your happiness, love, and acceptance have a home.
Embrace them.
Take care of you before anyone else. Don’t break your own heart because of a failed relationship with who you are. If you strive to make everyone else feel accepted and appreciated before you make yourself feel accepted and appreciated, happiness in your own can be hard to find.
Be harsh, because you can handle it.
Constructively criticize, because you can learn from it.
Don’t pity, because you aren’t weak.
Realize mistakes, because you will be able to understand.
Feel hatred, because from it will sprout acceptance and love.
Understand yourself and take care of you before anyone else. Find who you are through examining your thoughts, emotions, and behaviors. All the answers are there, save yourself from heartache because of an inability to understand where you come from. Introspection, self-analyzing, meditation, they’re all in one; you.
Introspect. Find out, what makes you, you?
Don’t be afraid to dig deep into yourself. Don’t be afraid to come face to face with shadows of your life, empty roads. It isn’t about loving yourself, but gradually coming to an acceptance with yourself. Figure out where those buried emotions-- the hatred, the sadness, the anger-- all come from. Come to an understanding with them, but don’t feel forced to come to an acceptance with those emotions quite yet. Just come to an understanding, so you know from where they sprout. Live with them. Understand what you feel, understand what the cause of those emotions are. Understanding those emotions will have an impact on the understand of yourself.
“Too many tears, too many falls
It’s easy to hear behind these walls But you don’t have to walk in the shadows...
“If only you’d let go of your fears
You’re breaking your own heart
Taking your own heart down the lonely road”
Those dark ages, all those negative emotions, they have a place. It doesn’t mean they should forbid you from having a relationship with yourself; the dark places have a home, but a home of hopeful understanding and eventual acceptance. Not one of a defiance of positivity and a shameful, demeaning manner. Yet the positives have a home too. They can sometimes be buried just as deep as the negative ones.
See where your happiness, love, and acceptance have a home.
Embrace them.
Take care of you before anyone else. Don’t break your own heart because of a failed relationship with who you are. If you strive to make everyone else feel accepted and appreciated before you make yourself feel accepted and appreciated, happiness in your own can be hard to find.
Be harsh, because you can handle it.
Constructively criticize, because you can learn from it.
Don’t pity, because you aren’t weak.
Realize mistakes, because you will be able to understand.
Feel hatred, because from it will sprout acceptance and love.
Understand yourself and take care of you before anyone else. Find who you are through examining your thoughts, emotions, and behaviors. All the answers are there, save yourself from heartache because of an inability to understand where you come from. Introspection, self-analyzing, meditation, they’re all in one; you.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Time Turner.
If you could step back time, even for just a minute, be able to go to a certain point in your life, experience it all over again, would you do it? Jump back to any point in your life, from the time you were born to present day. If you did,
Would you look at your past self differently?
Would you envy how you used to be,
or would you appreciate the changes you’ve made?
Would you interfere with your past self and give she or he advice, warning, criticism?
Think back on the happiest, or saddest, part of your life. The one segment, one chapter, one place that makes your heart feel different. Not make it flutter, necessarily. None of the cliche descriptions to describe the way it feels. It feels different, deeper, to where the bottom of your heart feels an odd way.
When you find that moment from your life that causes such a reaction, and there was a big red button next to your index finger or a time turner or some other sort of transportation-like device, would you press it or turn it or smash it or just brush your fingers across it only to examine the possibility. Taking the present for granted to relive something you’ve experienced? Or would you see it as coming to binds with the past to make your present better? A good thing versus opening a can of worms. A bad thing versus alteration to a more stable future. Or maybe it would have no affect at all.
Then again, maybe the idea of going back into the past is a form of insecurity. Insecure with the way the present is compared to how the past was. The past is a comfort zone because we know exactly how everything turns out and we’ve had time to reflect on decisions made and possibilities accepted and denied.
If that opportunity laid in your hands; if it was a power that would, in no way, change how you live your life now, what would you do?
That button, the device to transport yourself to the past.. to press it, that presently nonexistent instrument. It would change everything in your head.
Would you look at your past self differently?
Would you envy how you used to be,
or would you appreciate the changes you’ve made?
Would you interfere with your past self and give she or he advice, warning, criticism?
Think back on the happiest, or saddest, part of your life. The one segment, one chapter, one place that makes your heart feel different. Not make it flutter, necessarily. None of the cliche descriptions to describe the way it feels. It feels different, deeper, to where the bottom of your heart feels an odd way.
When you find that moment from your life that causes such a reaction, and there was a big red button next to your index finger or a time turner or some other sort of transportation-like device, would you press it or turn it or smash it or just brush your fingers across it only to examine the possibility. Taking the present for granted to relive something you’ve experienced? Or would you see it as coming to binds with the past to make your present better? A good thing versus opening a can of worms. A bad thing versus alteration to a more stable future. Or maybe it would have no affect at all.
Then again, maybe the idea of going back into the past is a form of insecurity. Insecure with the way the present is compared to how the past was. The past is a comfort zone because we know exactly how everything turns out and we’ve had time to reflect on decisions made and possibilities accepted and denied.
If that opportunity laid in your hands; if it was a power that would, in no way, change how you live your life now, what would you do?
That button, the device to transport yourself to the past.. to press it, that presently nonexistent instrument. It would change everything in your head.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
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