Dream Life

  At the end of the day, I just want to be proud of the person I have become.  I want to be proud of the love I gave-of the way in which I risked my heart despite being hurt. I want to be proud of the effort I showed those I cared about; I want to know with a ruthless certainty that I showed up as much as I could, that I made people feel seen, that I made those around me feel less alone in this chaotic world. I want to be proud of my life-of the way I healed, of the way I made mistakes and learned from them, of the way I felt every thing even when it wasn't convenient or comfortable. I want to  be proud of the way I get, of the way I let go, of the way I pushed myself to be a better person. At the end of the day, I just want to be a able to say without hesitation that I lived my life, that I did not just take a back seat to my pain, or to my flaws, or to whatever hardships came my way. I want to be able to say that I am proud of the way I survived. I want too be able to s...

                                                                        The most attractive thing about you should have less to do with your face and body, and more to do with your heart and how you treat other people. Let's face it, we see an appearance first and have our first impression based on an appearance. Our appearance is where we can hide behind. But an appearance does not say anything about a character. Nowadays it seems that we judge each other on our appearance, who we are and what we stand for does not seem to matter. No effort is made to get to know the person behind an appearance. It is our own mental attitude which makes the world what it is for us. Our thoughts make things beautiful, our thoughts make things ugly. Not our eyes. The whole world is in our minds. Learn to see things in prop...

                                                                                  The sky is so tragically beautiful It is the graveyard of stars; It doesn't hurt but it leaves the scars, Not just on mind but the whole human soul Not just it control, but the heart that it stole. Maybe that's what life has to  give, But this should not stop you to relive! Cause without pain, How would you know joy; It builds you up and just believe, that it does not destroy. All you need to have is faith, Cause once it was said that life is 'fickle finger of fate', Believe in yourself because you yourself are your true mate.

                                                 She has a bookshelf for a heart, And ink runs through her veins, She'll write you into her story, With the typewriter in her brain, Her bookshelf's getting crowded, With all the stories that she's penned, Of the people who flicked through her pages, But closed the book before the end, And there's one pushed to the very back, That sits collecting dust, With its title in her finest writing, "The One's Who Lost My Trust", There's books she's scared to open, And books she doesn't close, Stories of every person she's met, Stretched out in endless rows, Some people have only a sentence, While others once held a main part, Thousands of inky footprints, That they've left across her heart, You might wonder why she does this, Why write of people she once knew? But she hopes one day she'll mean enough, For someone to write abo...

                                           i know now that this is how it works you don't get to keep everyone in your life forever there are some people that are just meant to be a sunrise for you a light to pull you out of darkness there are friends, lovers, relationships that are seasonal and no matter how deep of a conversation you had with that person at 2 am no matter how deep of a conversation you had with that person at 2 am no matter how much you shared your heart even if you can still draw the lines of their smile like the map of a too familiar road in the back of your mind there almost always comes a time to move on a time to let go and regardless of the letting go i just wanted you to know you're always going to feel a little bit like home to me no matter how temporary it is still beautiful that i got to call so many hearts my home

  I lend everone my ear, But nobody my heart, And I sure would like to change that, But I don't know where to start, I smile more to myself, Than the world will ever see, Because the only time my smile is real, Is in my own company, People don't know how I feel, They never even ask, It seems that I have fooled them all, They can't see past my mask, If they were with me late at night, When the world was still asleep, Maybe then I'd let them sort, Through the secrets that I keep, But when I wake at 2am, Nobody is ever there, And I learnt that why I hide my heart, Is because no-one really cares.

                                     I made my life an arrow, The tip a deadly sharpened point, So people never came to close, That I may disappoint, I'd sit and watch in silence, As the world would pass me by, Wondering how far I'd fall, If I ever tried to fly, You watched me with such interest, Like it was me you'd tried to find, As though you knew all of my secrets, And the thoughts within my mind, You looked like all the others, But what I did not know; Was while I'd made myself an arrow, You had made yourself a bow, And apart we'd both been useless, But we'd finally worked out why, Since you need someone to pull you back, If you ever want to fly, So you aimed me with precision, And I flew straight from the start, Until I landed with a solid thud, On the target of your heart.

                                   Oh I would live a sweet forever Inside the moments after waking, Where fragments left by dreams Take just a little too long breaking. For I've heard that there are realms Trapped in those seconds in between, Where life is a collision of reality and dream. What a wonder to have nothing More or less than you believe, To live within a world Of what your sleep filled mind conceives. But it breaks a heart to know It lasts no longer than a yawn, For with one rub of tried eyes Into reality I'm drawn.  

                                                      I'll always belong  to myself even as many times as I'll try to give myself away and as many times as someone else will try and take it I'll always belong to myself and you'll always belong to yourself unions are not formed by giving yourself away but by coming together two minds two hearts two flames two contributors two architects building their mad or sadly sane worlds together I don't want to be you and I don't want you to be me the beauty the love comes from our acceptance of each others' souls

                           When tomorrow starts with out me please try to understand that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand The angel said my place was ready In heaven far above and that i would have to leave behind All those i dearly love But when i walked through Heaven's gates I felt so much at home When God looked down and smiled at me, and told me "Welcome Home". So when tomorrow start with out me Don't think we are far apart, for every time you think of me, I'm right there in your heart

                                        I heard your voice in the wind today and I turned to see your face; The warmth of the wind caressed me as I stood silently in place. I felt your touch in the sun today as its warmth filled the sky; I closed my eyes for your embrace and my spirit soared high. I saw your eyes in the window pane as i watched the falling rain; it seemed as each raindrop fell it quietly said your name. I held you close in my heart today it made me feel complete; You my have died...but you are not gone you will always be a part of me. As long as the sun shines.. the wind blows.. the rain falls... You will live on inside of me forever for that is all my heart knows.