Boarder Line Of the Edge

Walking through this place,
There’s a war that has been lingering
Here before my time.
To my left there’s smiles
That cover up tired eyes.
To my right there’s wary words,
And a hope for change that has died.
One step in front of the other,
Sometimes a sword blocks me
And forces my back against the wall.
In the distance I hear them calling
For any kind of resolution,
No one dares talk of revolution.
Over little things battles are started,
And never a fight that is won.
Just lost time and false promises.
Divided things but always there is preaching
To drop conceptitons and join forces
But no movement when the edge
Is at the feet of many.
A circle around the boarder of the edge.
You raise the flag, and maybe the cycle will break
And everyone will fall over the edge.

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You Found Me

Sometimes I lay awake at night
Dreaming wide awake
And sometimes I think of you
On busy afternoons
When the sunsets
And the breeze blows past me
I imagine turning around
To the hand that held mine
For such a long time.
Some say we’ve done this before
In previous lives
And some say the odds
Of keeping our hands together
Might be too much for time
But deep within my heart
Lies a truth I only keep in mind.
But as I slowly push myself up
And brush away the dust
Your voice it keeps me
Wanting to listen to the person
You found hope in,
In a place that was too dark
For me to see
I know where I’ve stood
And where I stand.
Deep within my heart lies
A dream of you and me.
And in the dream
You found me,
And within that hope
I found the beauty
Of a heart no one truly sees.

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I Am A Girl Who Is Still Dreaming

I am a girl who is hopelessly romantic.
I am a twenty-four year old who believes in the impossible.
I am a woman with existiential thoughts.
I am the daughter of a man who lost his way.
I am the child of a woman who has closed herself to many things.
I am the product of a society that no longer grasps true love.
I am someone who is not above karmic justice and fate.
I am a person who seeks out truth and beautiful things.
I am an introvert who has fantastical dreams.
I am one who believes that the sky could fall at any time.
More specifically, I am one who refuses to give up on a thought, which has become a wishful pipe dream.
And here I lay, staying awake at night to send my thoughts and wish to the universe.

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Our Simple Dance

There’s a scene in a movie
That makes me think of you.
And there’s a plot twist within a book
That makes me remember how we met.
You hum to the melody
That’s on repeat inside of your head.
Cool and collected you
Keep your steps moving ahead.
In the flickering sunlight,
Your soul reflects in your eyes.
Even though we speak English first,
There’s a song in Spanish that tells of our nights.
And there’s a Japanese legend that tells of lovers
Who dance in the dark underneath lantern lights
Like we’ve done in the midst of summer many times.
Extending your hand, you reach out,
Never to ask, simply to pull me into a dance.

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Made of Stardust

Imperfect spiral
The Beautiful and the Damned
Unravel me
The Fallen
Shatter me
And in these lovely bones
A perfect chemistry
These broken stars
On this side of paradise
One day
Will fall and be buried
Within my skin
Stolen in time
My body will return to stardust
And perhaps my soul will go to heaven
Perhaps it will drown in sin.
But know in your eyes
I saw the sun
Within your heart an eclipse
In your mind a galaxy,
A universe’s paradox.
But this side of paradise
You will always be
With me

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Dreams That Board Imaginary Planes

For a brief moment I thought I saw you
And wondered who it was you were thinking about.
Your back turned, but your face tilted to the side
As if you were waiting just one more second.
Hoping that whatever answer you were looking for
Would catch up to your steps, before boarding another flight,
To some destination far from where their imagination
Could see you go. Through a sea of faces,
There’s a look that you give that’s meaningless.
But when your eyes rest upon the face in the photo
Between your fingers there’s a dream
That has yet to be thrown into a pile of the lost.
Waiting for you to turn around is a girl
Who’s been waiting her whole life to see the light
From a hope you never reveal as part of your truth.
And there I watch the piece of me who’s still that girl
Making wishes on 11:11 because once that was the moment
That our gaze met on opposite sides of the world.
And for a moment, with my back turned towards my gate
I thought of running through the terminal,
And boarding a flight to where my imagination
Has always led my dreams to go.

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Seraphim Dreams

If by chance we dance in starlight
Then clash swords in the moonlight
Dawn
To twilight

At the corners of my lips
And at my fingertips

And in the midst
Of illusions
That carry seraphim dreams
Let flames burn
And the ashes remain.

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Another World

There’s an hourglass with sand
Slipping through the cracks,
Spilling onto every inch of corners
She has grown accustomed too.
Once in time, she could have
Remained in this place
But her heart is so far
From where it has stayed.
And in a dance
Across wooden floorboards
With windows open,
And a breeze pushing past
To blow against all that’s left
Of dreams and patience,
She dances as if there’s
Nothing left but little things.
Bare feet step in time
With the rhythm in her mind.
Boundaries that have been set,
Somewhere there’s a line
She’s been waiting to crossover,
So she can step
Into a world that’s waiting for her.

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A Matching Heartbeat

Underneath the candle light,
Beneath the floor boards
Lies a second-hand world.
A world were there’s a longful violin melody
That brushes past the ears of
A girl lost within a fantasy.
No windows, no doors,
Just an endless hallway
And the voice of a phantom thief
Guiding her towards some unseen destination.
Reaching out towards
The flickering light before her,
Somewhere she’s walked
Along this path before.
In a dream she’s been kissed
By a shadow many times
Behind a closed door
That lies within a memory.
Where the key has been
In his gloved hand for centuries.
And the only sound
To tell she’s getting closer
Is a matching heartbeat.

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Key of Release

Like a phantom thief in the shadows,
You go chasing after the dreams
That awaken you in the midnight hour.
Guided by the colors of a sunset sky
The compass you keep, pointing in a direction
Towards a promise you made in the dark
Next to candle light and written words
Keeping your heart behind a locked door
The key you threw into the ocean of memories
You extend your gloved hand, in the hopes for a dance
With a girl who visits your thoughts frequently.
Soon to find she has dived into the depths
Reaching out to open the door you baracaded
Against those who dare to break down
The walls of your left over sanity.
And somewhere there’s a spare key,
That you want her to find,
To release some form of serenity.

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