desire to inspire
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When I hear a line in a song that sends shivers down my spine –
When I see a painting that dazzles my eyes –
When I see a scientist speak of the Voyager spacecraft,
Wildly, exuberantly –
Painted white on a canvas of skin,
Just noticeable through the sleeve,
A single tear in the human flesh,
With which I want to grieve.
It tells a story of bloodshed and tears,
I know you seemy eyes light upwhen I’m with you
I know you hearmy joyous laughwhen we’re together
There is nothingI love more,
nothingthat gives me comfort
Without my parents, I wouldn’t be here,
That’s obvious, but I mean something else.
If they didn’t come here from over there,
Inspiration comes in exotic waves.
The biggest wave that crashes onto me is how people admit to their flaws.
Tears may fall,
and bodies might shake.
But being brave is what is most inspiring.
3 perfect nights spent with you.
holding you in my arms, it felt like it would never end.
so unreal, almost like you could view it on the big screen
in every theatre in town.
the touch, the kisses, the hugs
3 perfect nights spent with you.
holding you in my arms, it felt like it would never end.
so unreal, almost like you could view it on the big screen
in every theatre in town.
the touch, the kisses, the hugs
Thirteen years old, home
alone.
My eyes begin to blur
Screen after screen after screen after
Click.
I’ve found something,
In my mind I have memories of a street that is not quite a street, but rather a stream,
Which flows through a strip of woods, into a culvert,
Down a gully, through the backyards of my neighborhood,
It's like clockwork I wake up, I eat, I sit and do nothing Do nothing while the weight of the world sits on my shoulders bending my back into a “C” With the hands of the clock, the cycle repeats I wake up, I eat, I sit and do nothing Do nothing w
Walking by the river I heard,
A peaceful sound, almost a word.
I looked around the shallow bend,
But could not hear the sound again.
Down the river bank I went,
Walking by the river I heard,
A peaceful sound, almost a word.
I looked around the shallow bend,
But could not hear the sound again.
Down the river bank I went,
She said the eyes are the windows to the soul
Never had she stared so deeply
into honey colored eyes
That glistened as if he stood in the sun
He smiled back at her
As the sounds of bows bounding across strings
And fingers hitting keys fill the air
I find my mind wandering
I take in the sounds, listen to the words
As the sounds of bows bounding across strings
And fingers hitting keys fill the air
I find my mind wandering
I take in the sounds, listen to the words
