One minute I was falling
The next I was free
In an expanse of wonder
A place of my dreams
Parade through the valley
Breathe amongst the flowers
Living here is magical
A second lasts for hours
I love exploring the fields
Where the horses run
I’ve only just arrived
It’s feels I belong
I dance among the trees
Shake the fruit from above
I sing with the birds
The song is full of love
I lye down in the grass
I look up to the sky
An echo rings my ears
Of you saying goodbye
A life gone full circle
An innocence released
I’ll miss and be missed
Though my heart is at peace.
Wipe the moisture from words spoken
Then was a different time.
A shallow belief in the healing power
Not only appearances change
Internal aspects develop
Maturing to produce surprising acts.
I wish we would meet once more
My personality now encouraged to spread.
Stood from where it hid
Shadowed and intimidated
By beauty and popularity.
I was neither in my own eyes
Abuse proved the ideals of my self worth
Mirrored and lived
Through the script of thoughts.
Still my reflection is disgruntled
Shattered pieces of soul
Depicting memories of scattered remains.
There is no limit to the present
Choose to die today, it doesn’t end
Choose to live, then life begins,
In moments of silence, time still moves,
Cold surrenders to the warm
Light always pierces dark,
Even underground nothing is buried forever
Nothing is wasted in life
Each breath is counted
Every voice matters and is heard
Each footstep revolves the earth
Laughing makes it a better place to live,
Legacy is moulded from other people’s minds
Revealing truths unknown to many
Exposing ideas which originally had no environment to thrive,
Dormant intelligence and imagination breeds from goodwill
Cultivates to the surface when embraced with love.
Don’t choose to die today
If nothing else, outcry internally
Awake the lost soul from its timidity,
We are shaped to matter
Formed unique waiting to be discovered,
Don’t stay buried
Help shift the earth that encloses with comfort,
There is no limit to the present.
Love is an echo
a wind that seeks a home
extinguishing candles of dejection
lit by praying souls,
Possessing my willing heart
with a harmonious breeze
I need not want for more emotion
as it brings me to my knees,
Shriek out to the world
as love flows through my veins
I’ve never see the sun before
I’ve only lived through rains
Short term elation hangs
Where addiction masks the madness
Painting a wealth of contentment
On a frustrated canvas of sadness
Pressure to spill fresh blood
Break the skin of self harm
Release the anxieties of coping
Take away the gamblers charm
The scabs of healed past
Become embers of the guilty
Punishing through instant gratification
Though quick healing leaves self pity
Hurting own form the true biggest gamble
As materials are soon won and lost
Scarring own human shell a sacred act
Giving relief but at what cost
Compulsions fight the middle ground
A hunger swell, holds no control
To ruin life through obsession
Leaves too great a debt to repay the soul.
A Human shape of dark gold
picture of a fallen angel,
Though out of tears of humanity
A Stage where the devil danced
sits a heart full of romance,
Skin cold to the touch,
narrow eyes say so much,
Demons plead to vanity
betraying oneself through insanity,
Rages of a daggers thrust,
again, never be able to trust
Left at the bottom starved of humanity,
begging loud for sanity,
Mouth drying for life of hunger
physically harming to creep from slumber,
A soul of sugar succumbed to salt,
guilt embedded, self always at fault
Be the soul that holds the hand
to lift the person from the ground,
Acknowledge those Deep Blue eyes of fright,
buried inside hides a light.
Laughing in the success of failure
Somehow I knew you hated me
Judged by external blemishes
And short minded deviants
Who only see, what they want to see
Believe the fragile foundations
Where truth sits balanced
Where a lie weighs down the world
Collapsing the final ounce of confidence
Society now accepts
Colourful to admire
Quiet as strange Loud as a superstar
Normal as estranged
No wonder personalities dance for eternity, Without falling into place
As the selfish run the asylum Not allowing room for a diverse face
Our bones are the substance
The soul radiates lifes powers
Whatever age we’re taken
We will all lye down with flowers.
How it ends growing up with a dysfunctional parent, you both end up feeling shipwrecked…
When time passes by what’s left. Regret, guilt and shame, being bored?. Is that a life to live, a story to share with young loved ones.
No, procrastinating is an humorous excuse used too often. If you want to live a calm, comfortable life then that’s fine, but don’t talk bigger, or imagine a better future if you’re happy.
No-one wants to hear stories of excuses and what-if stories of things that could’ve happened to them.
Lost dreams take up to much air space and mind room. There’s nothing to stop a productive imagination reproducing what it sees. Living the dreams that seem far away.
You just have to want it bad enough, to be bothered to try and grasp it with both hands.
Everyone loves a trier, even if you fail you tried. Tell the story of how you went for it, how you followed your heart. It’s an adventure if nothing else.
There’s no way to recreate the feelings of a light bulb moment when it hits. The excitement it projects.
Do it before it’s too late.
This speech is inside my head every day. My gut telling me I want more. And there’s only one way…