I find truth in strangers’ eyes. I seek miracles when the time isn’t right. I look out windows hoping I can catch a glimpse of a shadow before it passes by. I see the same image before me wherever I look. And am constantly consumed by a will I’ve had for centuries. I kind of have to be a hopeless romantic when it comes to you.
Once upon a dream,
All the made up stories,
Dancing around fires,
Ghosts who protect the living,
Flames burn, and sparks ignite
Some kind of phoenix on the rise,
Wild passions under the moonlight,
The wanderlust of a gypsy soul,
Daybreak and twilight,
Light that spills through broken windows,
Coffee and memories,
Dreams of a phantom thief,
Dark gardens with roses and iron gates,
Bare feet that dance on wooden floors,
Books covered in dust,
Pages yellowed with age,
Leather bound journal with fresh cursive letters in red ink
Stories not yet told,
Photographs of moments never to come back
The red thread that binds and time that passes by
Fallen walls, and battles that don’t win wars
Grace, loyalty, sincerity, and insanity,
Reaching for starlight and kissing destiny,
Tiger’s eyes and hazel eyes,
Of all the things, fingers that create beautiful things.
“People fail to realize protesting and willing to die for your cause are two different things. Those who preach and seek the destruction and death of others are not the type of people who will change this country or the world.” -S.K.
My response to all the recent protests/events that have called for action in the USA. Normally I leave my political feelings out of my writing, but this is my simple response.
She had been lying awake at night, thinking over on dreams and hopes. Wishful thinking of a miracle romance, and falling for a phantom thief. And even though her feelings had yet to short-circuit, and even if she could make a call at midnight, just to hear whispers of things far from her reach, never did she give up believing in this kind of destiny. Despite, her heart seeking out the touch of someone’s hand, the shoulder she could rest her head, and gentle lips to kiss against her forehead. So as she wrote, and looked at the world around her, she wanted to take a chance on a knight that was closer, in the hopes that the phantom thief could return what he had stole, but every part of her soul is just another victim of the red thread that binds, with nothing but time…
Place your fingers to the glass
Watch as the cracks
Become ripples in the water
Deep within the heart of the lost
A rose will bloom
And create beauty within silence
Love will come at moments unexpected
Friends make contracts
And arrive in time
When you’ve come to need
Truths yet found
Dreams rise with the heat of passion
And stars fall through the cool atmosphere
Waiting on those
Who send their wishes
In little prayers
Wrapped in heart strings
There’s a moment
When you come to the edge
Of a past memory
And a new beginning
Fear not the edge
Fear not the weight of the world
Your gravity will draw
In the brightness
Of the ones who seek
The hope you exude.
For there will always be
Nothing more special
Than the light
That shines bright within you
- Warriors- Imagine Dragons
- Sun- Two Door Cinema Club
- Follow My Feet- The Unlikely Candidates
- Icarus- Bastille
- Safest Place- Echosmith
- People C’mon- Delta Spirit
- Honest- The Neighbourhood
- Battles- Hudson Taylor
- Collar Full- Panic At the Disco
- Love Runs Out- OneRepublic
- Angel of Small Death and The Codeine Scene- Hozier
- Smile- Mikky Ekko
- Bend & Break (Basto Remix)- Keane
- Rather Be- Clean Bandit
- Moon Pride Cover- Sefa Emre Ilikli
- Bloodsport- Raleigh Ritchie
- As You Go-Red
- Riptide- Vance Joyce
Lingering thoughts, darkness creeps in
At the first sign of fading daylight
Memories scattered in shadows
Light that spills through the window moves
It illuminates a path that is shown once
Within a 24 hour period of time.
Don’t stop believing in this feeling,
Not when we can start a new beginning
We just have to follow stars
Run through the night
To find the glow of a new sunrise
And as you go remember
That my love for you is eternal
The world might be closing in
Take my hand and together
Through it all we’ll break through the glass
All that has pulled and dragged us back
I may lose sight of you
But in my mind
Your image remains perfect.
Bittersweet words reach me
As you call out my name.
As you go, grasp my hand
I will never let you go
I’ll be at your side, as we go
Through the night and into the daylight.
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.
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.
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.