there’s a step between here and there; a chance to heal, and learn and care; a moment that for some time, seems to last forever, a rare glimpse towards what could be forever; but mostly, it’s kind and forgiving; a hard yet soft step towards a new beginning, as a new day dawns, that cannot … Continue reading between here and there
i am not a copy; the thoughts that scare and dare me should be all that i pursue, in order for me to prove that i am not a type, but rather a character and card, who is willing to discard all that has come before me.
when hope starts it shines first within the darkest corner of our heart, as we see where and what may be begin to bind and form into hardening pools at our feet within our mind; but those pools are but fluff and not nearly enough, as without feverish and further action they’re but a blight … Continue reading match
small steps tend to meet humble passages; great expectations may dawn, yet too often spawn a hesitation that only dims its light; but with a constant fight, hope can flank an unexpected might, but only if it is willing to die for its truth.
all dreams and fears appear all too real at the time; but it takes work, through rain and through shine, to make them lurk and then unwind, either happily or sadly before you.
the truest words you’ll ever hear, will be heard when you’re gone. they’ll be belt out like a song, amidst those who you hopefully once revered, as you agree to cope and to float within whatever mercy they feel awaits you.
if i had to learn to fly today, i would wonder why i never tried until now, even though i know i don’t have wings. i would stare at the sunrise and wish it to bring me air behind my back and a rush beneath my breast, and relish this test to surpass my meagre … Continue reading wings
happiness in not a peak but a road, that mercifully feeds on all tears and all fears we're willing to shed.
when i see you, i fall, toppling within what we did not fix; and although it was not forever, we did get to spend time together; a bitter yet still sweet twist of bliss.
when i look for you, i see you in happy eyes and smiling faces and within all good graces i once did not appreciate; i miss your smell, your spell and your spirit, but i still hear it within my heart; that’s my start and my ending to each and every day, where at least … Continue reading within her knowing
love is a gift and an ownership we’re sometimes lucky enough to be held within. it’s a maze and craze that cannot help but dive and drive us towards a better understanding of our worth.
that which we are is somewhat finite; it’s the shell we move within through day and night, but we can work to become more within our frame, within this game we know as life, if we first see and then endure past our strife, and then learn to delve within our shell towards a brighter … Continue reading within our shell
all walls we face, are merely an opportunity to chase whatever tail we see before our eyes; the humble guise that holds us together.
dreams emote hope; they’re a way for us to cope within where we currently are; they’re a frantic fuss that hopefully entices us to become and do more; but if we do not stretch within and towards our dreams, then we are simply bound to forever be confounded by their seams, as all thoughts we … Continue reading hopeful reach
if life was a flower, it would be a rose; with its long stem and thorns, but also with its beautiful blossoms, that we too often struggle to see and breathe in.
belief is in bed time stories and pinky swears and double dares; it’s in our childhood, when we stood only looking upwards; but now, at this higher level, we find we lie and try to buy time we don’t own, yet then later are shown that we in fact never grew up, but instead only … Continue reading out and away
all our former actions that we now wince at, were simply immature reactions within us along its tide; we need to forgive yet also haunt ourselves with the thought that we are not all we once imagined, yet are somehow more but less, and learn that to second guess is but a mess, we’re no … Continue reading no longer willing to ride
the hardest sound to hear is that of truth when we don’t want to hear it; it shatters the soul, but can make us whole, as it works to define and unwind all lost sorrows we perhaps once allowed to deceive, yet hopefully now can see and believe, were merely a choice.
i’ll never leave you, as being without you can’t become my new norm, for if it did, it would feel like a storm, raining shards of glass down upon our past, and working its way through our highs and our lows, to remind me that at least when i was with you, you were happy, … Continue reading shards
I was reading a bed time story to my niece a couple of nights ago, when a thought crossed my mind. She's the smallest kid in the family, and often grows impatient as she often can't keep up with her older brothers and sisters in sports and physical activities. This makes her sad, and I … Continue reading How Little Jo Found Her Smile