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June 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
I can’t wait for tomorrow
the next hour, the next second
and to scale mountains and look down
i can’t wait for leaping through the air
into shimmering waters and floating
next to the sun’s reflection
i can’t wait for the sun to set
then rise once more
and carry with it even more meaning
i can’t wait for spinning
it’s my favorite thing to do
dancing with souls and closing my eyes
i can’t wait for new songs
and hearing the old ones a thousand more times
and shouting out every single rhyme
i can’t wait for the mystery
that never seems to end
and the complexity that lies in everything
Inquiry
May 4, 2014 § 1 Comment
Does anyone else ever wonder
what time really means?
And what if everything in this life
is just a figment of our dreams?
If there was nothing, anywhere,
then what would even be?
And why is it that our life story
is just one incredible mystery?
One
May 4, 2014 § 1 Comment
Inhale like it’s your first breath
one you never thought you’d take
because you knew the odds were slim
of living something so fantastically great.
See the stars like they fell into place
at this exact moment and time
painted onto the sky as a sunset gift
perhaps, just for you, they shine.
Believe in the magic lingering from youth
don’t let cynics darken your sun
taste the joy in the simple every day
for by being here, we are the lucky ones.
A Coexistence
April 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
Does it ever strike you
as a sort of strange
and wonderful miracle,
that the number of hours
our world falls to darkness
only lit by distant rocks,
and the number of hours
our bodies fall into slumber
only stirred by dawn’s first light,
are the same? As if the world
and we, are purposefully in sync
with one another,
as if the sun’s light propels
our beating hearts,
while the moon’s glow guides
our most profound dreams.
Who
January 11, 2014 § Leave a comment
I never want to be the one with the bitter yawn
who accepts life as it is, simply sits as a pawn
of thought and the like, of the life they are living,
one who doesn’t believe her choices are many.
I never want to accept my state, be too tired to storm
outside of my world, and seek a difference in norms.
I want to be the one not content to just be,
who disrupts and fights to set others free,
the one who can cast bitter tastes aside,
and live to be better, and in this, take pride.
I want to make action and passion and change
I want to live in the moment, but outside of my range.
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