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If our story is over
Let me be the first to write the endnote
Let me be the first to close the cover
To burn the pages where I scribbled your name in my dreams
And if the pages are burning
oh, the color!
that lines these painted prints of journey
that lay as flowered steps before me
but, oh, the wonder
seeing only the color
Wonder what it's like to be fearless
To be so courageous
To not have a care in the world
To be truly myself
My whole self
Wonder what it's like to take risks
And not dread failures
Sometimes I wonder if I’m real
If I really exist or if I’m just told that I do
I can not prove to you that I exist
Nor can you prove to me that you do.
Is reality a conscious effort
Or perhaps it simply is?
The door opens
And he steps in,
Asks advice,
"Never mind"
And he's gone again
The door opens
And she steps in,
Asks advice
"Never mind"
And she's gone again
he looked at her
like she was the sun. that is,
he squinted and cowered in the face of her
absolute radiance.
Years later, someone else looked at her
like she was the moon. that is,
I agreed when she called the world ugly,
When she whined it was a washed-out warped place.
Said I hated when weather was sunny,
Scorned sensations of summer on my face.
And here i am once again
Wondering if i'm even worth it
If this is a battle I can't win
Maybe i should just give up
I've been here before
Is it possible that I do
What you do
To make me do
What I do? I wonder.
Could anyone feel
The way I feel
Books are nice aren’t they? With just one sentence you can get lost in all sorts of dreams. A flurry of emotions and despair scribbled into a compacted ancient device capable of shifting mountains and minds.
Do You Ever Wonder ... ?
Why So Many Men Hurt Their Human Brothers ... ?!?
Or As Time UNFURLS What's With These Girls ...
Who Rush To Have Children They Don't Want To Mother ... !?!
Dreams are among the stars
In sight, but out of reach
Til one falls, shooting fire.
Seeing this must then teach
The law of desire
Inspiration
a whispery-sounding
word
for something so big
It can come like a
Flash - lightning turns the
shifting sands of
Thought
to glass, clear as crystal
Or softly
On The Expanse of Outer Space
The night is cold and fair
The light shines bold in air
Reflected on
The frozen pond
The moon looks from its lair.
My masked that's concealed by my yearning hands
That shine through the narrow cracks of my fingers
What is that bright light on the other side of my walls
That I refuse to open up
Oh how I could’ve told this girl what she would’ve faced. To be able to tell her the story of a girl who always sees the good in others but can’t see it for herself.
Hey, I gotta deal with trauma before it deals with me
I think about you often but not all the time
What are you like when emotions arise?
And how do you look like when you rise?
Isolation of my soul brought out the worst in me
The original justification for this was
Ive been hurt before so why try again
but once I got the taste of love on my toungue again
DON’T YOU REALIZE HOW GOD HELPS US, I WONDER!DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I HAVE DONE, I WONDER!DON’T YOU FEEL HOW I LOVE YOU, I WONDER!
as my feet shift heavily
lumbering forward
on this iceberg ground,
i cast my gaze on the
world above
me.
as i approach an organized pile
of bricks and glass,
white teardrops of flecks
The figures of stone watch over us with vigilance.
The songbirds sing our praises in their molto vivace.
The wildflowers form a carpet underneath our feet.
I find myself in a waking realization,
Away went the sadness and the sinning temptations.
The more I don’t think, the more I forget,
Image by Belinda Capol
I am terrified
that one day I will wake up and you
will be gone.
it will all be a dream
and she’ll be there, her hair tied up
staring at a screen
It is 2018.
It is time.
Time to end the stereotypes and say its fine.
Throw away your barbies.
And say it out loud!
I won’t take it anymore
She is a woman of eloquence and grace,a self-less soul conjured up of 2 parts dedication,3 parts caring and 4 parts happiness.
My most feared tormentor, that hushed sentry
Guarded in its webbed domain, transfixed by its prey,
Whether it be me or a sly housefly grappling against its threaded prison.
A way to spread happiness
A place for joy
A way to educate
and no place to be coy
A method of reflection
And a way to foresee
A method to make a connection
And the best way for me.
In your eyes I see wonder everywhere
In each of your glances and every stare
Your eyes rich and full of color
Read situations like a scholar
Hungry, my brain’s insatiable appetite devours sweet, skillfully written words
The lines flow, a river of rhymes, winding down a path of metaphors and similes
I wonder what it’s like. I wonder if I’m different. I wonder if my thoughts aren’t other people’s thoughts. I wonder if there’s a reason I couldn’t have him. I wonder if there’s a reason why I can’t seem to find another him.
I wonder if you know that I love you
With all of my broken, twisted love,
With all of the love you threw back at me,
And all the indifference you used to drown me.
I fight the love you give me;
Says the physicist in his freewheeling calculation,
Peering through nature, he develops his approximation.
It is an art to solve problems;
Through his eyes, life is far from humdrum.
In the stars
In someone's writing
Music
Theater
Feeling
A privilege
Wonder
Fills me up
Stronger than most emotions
I can't help but feel like a child
Gazing at the clouds
Innocence was on the verge of breaking
as the bills were paid and emotions were shaking.
The words "if only" stung the air as she breathed deeply with
Dear God,
What a wonderful life I have I know what love is I know who You are and I know why I live
But I wonder
What lies ahead of me The future is out there
It's easy to paint, they say
It's easy to draw, paint, and sketch without thinking
Thinking about nothing
Nothing that turns into, perhaps
Something?
It's not as easy as you think
So elegant, the calm glow brushes delicately over my face.
Gold, Silver, rich tones of Blue, all shades of a comforting moon.
A solace I had never felt before overcomes me.
Make a face, do it a wonder.
Do it right, keep the thunder.
Do not worry, lifes a blunder.
One time can go, don't go under.
Life is more than the wonder.
is this all a dream?
or is it all real?
are our lives a mirage?
perhaps, we were created for fun
are we placed on this board game
to do nothing
but be shot down
by the aspects of life?
On my last birthday, I met you.
When I first saw you, I noticed how attractive you were
but looks alone doesn't get to me anymore.
It wasn't until you started talking to the group that I felt something.
You can’t catch a cloud, you can’t
restrain something not tangible.
It’s made of water,
But you can’t grasp a cloud;
it’s very real, but you can’t
hold a cloud in your hand.
Unknown to most,
when it rains
all that it takes to make the world interesting
it to roll your shopping cart over a storm drain
or sewer grate
or whatever
Peace
my child,
peace within.
I skipped a rock
the ripples spin.
I seek the truth
I threw the stone,
but still I ponder
Where did it go?
Peace within.
Look at the lake
Kids come in like snow on a winter’s day
All their smiles just light up my day
They come inside to run and play
I often wonder whoseBottle this once was,Was it mine that I availedOr was this his that he lost?
I wonder if you think of me
During the time in between
When I saw you then
And I see you again.
Do I linger in your consciousness
Like you have settled into mine.
As I remember my happy times, I long for them back.
Me just a whisper of your past, but you are still screaming in my ear.
I still laugh at our walks together, our childish conversations.
O time, you bittersweet rival.
An elusive assassin of life,
wanderer without death.
A beginning that cannot bee conceived,
An existence best considered imaginary.
Of you I have mine own,
A year ago I had been frozen.
The frigid frost had seeped into my mind,
Spread into my heart no matter the obstacle I had set before it
And I could not stop all my senses from becoming numb to the world.
How did this come to be?
Like the bird
that forgets to fly,
I am grounded, without purpose.
I shout below, why?
To know again,
You hate your town
Mundane
the sun rises, the sun sets
Boring
Why do you think it so?
You are composed of millions of cells that give you life
What incites the rise from my rest?
What keeps the beating beneath my chest?
What brings me home like bird to nest
And takes me beyond mountain's crest?
I sat in my bath and wondered about how sad is the woman who has never taken a hot bubble bath late at night and has never caught herself dozing off to the aroma of lavender?
Spend some time with me and watch the dawn break.
Linger a while longer,and to me cling.
Let it all collide and watch the world wake.
I want to make a distinction
Between “human” and Homo sapiens
“Human” is my choice
Homo sapiens is my species
And I want to make a distinction
Between “animal” and “Animalia”
“Evening Suns”
Twilight sets as a black night approaches
Stars twinkle passionately
“Morning Stars”
Crack of dawn greets us before noon is here
all these colors
rushing up to greet me
all these ups and downs
adrenaline running
all these beautiful voices
surround me
exceat for one
thats in my head that's in my heart
Which way should we go
In this land of woe
The sky has fallen to darkness
The people broken and heartless
Which way should we go
The part of me I need most
It’s the wonder I see
In the world each day
The beauty I find in everything
I see it each sunrise,
Each dawn and each dusk
In the glow of the moon
I didn't know colors.
I thought that they were mixed,
a simple product of light,
bouncing off,
as rays.
Only the modern physics.
That's all I saw.
The calculated facts.
On the shores of here and gone,
a never ending line
sunlight shining off her hair
and dancing off her eyes.
Palm trees sway in seafoam green,
Can I bring good into the world?
Or can I only bring pain?
Can I do good?
I swear I only cause others pain no matter what I do
I damage the ones I love
And cause a catastrophic disaster at every home I end up in
a child's eyes are so unbiased, so curious and loving of the world
to return to the days where the moon followed me home in the car window would not only be a miracle, but a blessing
When I mix grayscale with pink,
Just to find gray ink.
When all silver linings I caught,
came shimmering down
like the last rain of spring.
Whose blood am I spilling,
like the rain?
It’s when the rose petals
Turn a careful violet shade
It’s when the sun sets
On the painting day has made
It’s when you have to turn
I am a dreamer, a wonderer, and an adventurer.
I wonder what kind of life I will live.
I hear the sturggles of my family around me.
I see the pain of them as they cry in worry.
It is still hard to believe,
But we are approaching an end of a journey
That we have walked on
Think of all the things you've seen,
The far off places,
Daring scenes.
Think upon the times you smiled;
The tingling of
Your hearts desire.
Look back on your passions, prides,
And all the items
I cannot say why we wonder
I can only dream my dreams
Imagination leads to creation
Inventions become a need
Wonder allows the mind to wander
While the body is set to work
I wonder when it will be easier
to place the letters together.
To form the letters into words,
and the words into sentences,
She once was a little flower
Not knowing how to speak
But when she did
Something beautiful happened
She became herself
And learned from all her failures
As I sit, I wonder.
About life.
About love and hate and the world.
And love and hate in the world.
We have hugs and smiles.
Why must they be lifted by killing and sneers?
Your eyes are like the ocean
full of secrets
someone could get lost
by staring to long
some people enjoy them
yet some people never
have yet to experience them
i am short
i wonder if i will become tall
i hear that it is empowering
towering over others
In darkeness, there is light.
In the rain, there is sun shine.
So even while I'm unable to grasp the pai, my mind is at ease.
For even through death is life.
The world seems so small from inside here;
The horizon stretches beyond what I see as clear.
These bars hold me back and keep me in.
Will I ever get out and say that I am living?
Your the endless wonder .
Your the mystery of the world.
Your the what happens in the dark.
Your the fool who found gold and left it behind.
Your the dot dot dot of suspense.
I feel like I can't runaway anymore.
I've been running too long.
Searching high, hiding low...
Carry your mind with curiousity.
Indulge in every wonder within sight,
Keep your senses open.
Something grand is just beyond this road;
This path is leading you to adventure.
It is during waking hours that you simmer on the back burner.
Softly existing
Gently rolling
Around
On my tongue
In my mind
God I wish you'd stop by and say hi.
So that we can talk about life.
And answer all the reasons why.
Like why do we have to die.
Or why do we have to cry
And why do we have to lie
I hope to live to see my riches
not a loved one from the past
what does it feel like to be appreciated
right here and right now
Workin for the money
Showing home empty handed
What am I supposed to do
Today I say good morning to the sun!
Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day.
But today is special...
At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun
Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
Darkness isn't always bad.
Darkness doesn't make you mad
Darkness isn't always wrong
It shouldn't be feared upon.
It is a normal phenomenon in our world
I am a sparkling pavement square
under the street lights
I am a street musician packing up
dancing down to the sounds of the subway
I am an echo of 2am sirens
on Market St.
Oh, how I'd like to know infinity.
To hold that vastness in my head
Even for a moment.
To know beneath my hair there lies
The universe, that spots my skies
With light.
I sing and feed my soul.
I dance and sing at my pleasure,
Turning and observing the stars in the sky.
Counting more than my seventeen years,
deep wonder fills my eyes.
Have you ever lay silently still and listened to the sound of an orchestrated piano solo play peacefully in your ears and wonder how something seemingly so simple can be so beautiful?
this morning tonight,
preparing to what is set forth,maybe destiny;
i speak to the light,
crying and weeping, unknowingly pressing forward hastily;
maybe one day i'll know, no; be
Listen, to each of those tiny drops of rainWhispering an iridescent pattern of shallow notesTake note as wonder takes its course,
When someone says, "tell me about yourself", they actually mean, "tell me your name and something that makes you important".
My emotions have change for the ever more its become so much more.
The obstacles i face that is in my way, seems not to be a problem, oh how my life has change, with you right next to me,
First its food then it's sleep
It says now and then says later
First its love then it's hate
Imagine home and then realize your far away
Sometimes people lose me
but im still here
Have you ever envisioned Karmaas an object or a thing?Is Karma a force?Is Karma a centrifugal ring?Or perhaps Karma is a person;a woman or a man.Unfortunately, I cannot tell;No one can.
Have you ever considered the mind of a fish?
Whether he laments his glass imprsonment
And dreams of swimming in the ocean?
Have you ever pondered the state of a house?
Wandering long
Wandering far
Still don’t know who you are
Coming home
Coming from the west
Still don’t know why you left
Why do you stay
Where you don’t want to be
Doth thy wonder,
In thy sleep,
Of a place where dreams come true,
And your heart be forever at ease?
Seen Through Unseen Glass
Fogged by judgment
Little see the truth
Eyes of one
Find many beautiful creations
each day I think about what you would say ifI told you'I miss you.'how you would react ifI grabbed your hands andlooked into your eyes like we used to do. where your arms would be if
They always mock me.
Staring from the sky,
Hiding behind the clouds,
And would never touch the grass believing they are superior.
I grimace feeling hopeless
My heart is barred in this chamber,
Where the brain wont let her run free.
Oh how she wants to get out
The lungs laugh,
The stomache snickers
"Silly heart", they say with glee
Intrigued by your mystery,
captivated by your suspense, but you're
Forbidden.
Like eve nothing can stop this desire,
you radiate
Temptation.
I wonder if anything in life goes according to plan
Or if there will always be these little bumps
The kinks in the hose that won’t come undone
Wonder what it's like in the public eye.
Everyone knowing everything,
No secrets Whatsoever,
Judging stares; hateful words.
Wonder what it's like to always have a front.
To be what others want,
I seem to hate myself the most when I am alone, I think I have come so far... yet it's my metaphoric brains I wish to blow. There is so much I want to accomplish, but so much more I need to let go.
Stretching your own skin.
Laying on your side.
Turning pages on an ebook.
Reading about the baby.
Reading your way into motherhood.
Passing by the years go by.
Wondering where innocence has gone.
Wonder how their leaves flow each times the wind blows
wonder how their bark is as strong as a rock
wonder how their shade can keep the beaming sun away
If there was no happienessThere would be nothing to enjoy.
If there was no sadnessThere would be no care for anything.
If there was no friendsthere would be loneliness everywhere.
Between what makes a snowflakeItself and a species
is a recklessness(and something deeper)
that only a soulcan know; I wonder
how many?
How many sparks(between the lines)
You’ve Got Mail
I remember the movie well;
Full of incomparable romance,
Soul-mates of a sort
Long since found
Sad is she,
Who does not open her eyes,
Who thinks with only facts,
Who believes with only figures.
Lonesome is he,
Who thinks of only his way,
Who only knows of his approach,
Darkness cascades over a cliche moment of loneliness.
Circulation fails and my hands go numb,
as I stare at a bright screen watching the rest of the world go by
at 2 past witching hour.
People stand behind me
Supporting me
Cheering me on
They're my closest friends
In front of me
Are my enemies
I know they hate me
Their faces filled with disgust
The everyday rush,
The voice never hushed:
What's the truth, what's the meaning?
Is there purpose for living?
I ask when I pause,
When I feel that I've strayed.
Am I holding the cause,
When you look me in the eyes, the rest of the world disappears.
When you look in my the eyes, I am almost brought to tears.
The way you look at me; like I hung the stars in the sky,
The birds nest
mint, green foliage flutters
spring, life, growth
The birds fly
sun shines, storms blow
summer, heat, strength
The birds migrate
crisp, ochre leaves swirl to the ground
I think I could go on hours and hours with you
I needn’t worry because
You get it—the smell of dirt in the night air
Is just the same indeed as a rotting post in a field
In the sunshine with a baseball bat,
You sat alone every first day of school and hoped, no, prayed that no one sat next to you.
And when they did, you ignored them; it wasn’t long before they said hello, but you had already put your earphones in.
What do you see?
The world is in my eyes
Tears are in my cries
The truth is in my lies
Success in all tries
The limit in my skies
Even salt is on my fries
So when you look in my eyes
The stars are
shinning
and I
wonder
if maybe it's
the same
sky resting above
you.
The stars are
shinning
and I
wonder
What can I say?
Life...
It strikes me to my very core.
The warmth grows inside,
Empowers me to feel even more.
Oh the energy built up within!
Let loose your madness and create!
Expressive emotions find me
I’m afraid to know
Which makes me frighten to feel
Yet I cant help the keyboard browsing for me
The wonder is there
So I let the curiosity kick in
Perhaps the wind blows for a certain reason
Maybe the gusts have a destination in mind
A specific face to refresh
A particular arm to brush
What was the first thing you noticed about me?
Did that observation ever make you think,
ponder, wonder
about me?
I want to know where your roots are planted
and where your leaves have fallen.
To whomever it may concern:
I wonder why the sky is blue
Or why the grass is green
I wonder why the tabloids are so mean
Or why they publish false information
There was a butterfly
Way up in the blue sky.
Looking out the window I was able
To see the beautiful world while sitting at the table.
I had plenty of noodles in my bowl
So many thoughts,
So little room to breathe,
to talk,
to think,
to wish.
You don't know where to begin.
You may be young, short, or just quirky.
People pressuring you to think of what to do in life.
Remember when you caught me
Bleeding in my bed
Hands and face the deepest shade of red
And I was floating
Through those stars that you call eyes
That are brighter than the sunrise and
I wake up but keep my eyes closed.
I just lay there in my bed.
Seems like everyday is the same,
I hear the same old story playing over and over in my head.
Darkness falls and all are sleeping
All but one
At midnight a door opens to the night
Two bright eyes peer out
Out of the slumbering house leaps a young girl eager to start the dance
On a small sunshine covered leaf
A little white egg rests,
Listening to the words of the wind
And waiting to begin earth’s tests.
It’s peculiar to me that we as humans walk this planet with our feet.
It’s strange that the heavy downfall of rain never does last,
and in its place, appearing overhead,
There's Something in the sky
Just because the lights turned off when a car went by.
There's Someone to share the pain
Just because you heard a name in the rain.
