I have no left over feelings, just left over memories
I’ve nothing else to say, when all I can do is breathe
Close my eyes, and think of someone I kissed in dreams
The room spins, the glass spills across the table
The chair you once sat in, the book you wrote in
Where did you go? For there is a hole in my mind.
A place you should have been. Can you ever find it?
The place where we existed in conversations deep.
There may not be photographic evidence,
There perhaps may not be anyone who saw what we built together,
But the impact of being apart may be the reason why
I’m still a girl who may not be wise when it comes to past lives
I see all the could-bes in my life, and as I move, you too move
Whether in my direction or towards another sunrise
I am here, thinking over all the things never said
And all the things that could be done, is there time to say we won?
There’s conviction in both our eyes, and yet we’ve not looked there
For the answers and truths we voice and write.
I can’t shake this thought, and each step forward is another step
That will lead me closer or further away from you.
In any place I hope there’s still a chance to find
The places you disappear where no one else is seeking to find.
I have no left over feelings, just left over memories
When you close your eyes
If the image of your deepest desire
Comes in the form of a human being
Then you’ve been cursed
With a hopeless romantic personality.
When someone asks you if you believe
In surreal and abstract things,
In your heart if you believe in 1000 impossible things,
Then go and find your truth in places only you can reach.
When insanity is met with sanity
And the word spelled l.o.v.e is used to name that pairing,
Then you know even if it’s an illusion it can be reality.
When you’ve held on to a matter of the past
It can indeed be the same as a dream
And perhaps one day fade away and disappear.
Though if the memory has yet to leave your mind
Then continue to fight in the name of your own being
For all humans have are their own
Hopeless romantic obsessions created to spark deeper meaning.
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.