how often do we
save time
for memories
for the most beautiful things
we saw
we felt
we did
we experienced
we saw or we believed in?
even as i write this
i have never tried
to take time
for cherishing
most loved moments
of my life
my past
a time when i was
more free
more loved
a time when
i had a chance
to feel life
with an open heart.
“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”
Jack London (via colourthysoul)
joys are not
everything that composes
our existence
and life would have been
rather dull
without pains
and tragedies
in a way there is
a reason behind
every experience
that touches us
and changes us
leaves us with
a new lesson
to learn.
what touches you
what makes you cry
what makes your heart go wild
with beats so irrational
that is something that is
worth loving
preserving
cherishing
for a long long time…
there’s always a way
to show people your love
to the special ones
to say that you care
there’s always a way
somehow
to hide your pains
from the same hearts
you yearn to make happy
there’s always a way
to bring joy upon their faces
with burdens upon your heart
weighing so heavily that
you can hardly smile
yet you have to cause
you have to for them
and you know its important
because when you see them
happy, smiling
you feel in you the strength to
fight through those dark days
come up again
resurface from those depths
and be happy again
maybe
but you do try
when you see
that you have responsibilities
for making people feel safe
feel happy, feel loved
and so you decide
to fight
to
live…
again…
and again…
softer than
wind’s petals
i whisper
truths into
the emptiness
of the song
singing alone
like insane
with the beats
filling me with
a few drops of
life remaining
suddenly springing
from this place
stepping upon a tile
a piece of ground
i remembered that
i forgot
how to dance
and learned to
move my feet
this time
without
perfections
just my shadows
i see
to know
they still look good
without rules
however i move
my feminine shape
decorates that mirror
that floor
perfectly
i guess
i don’t need
to learn ballet
or wear fancy dresses
i am good
beautiful in my eyes
in my world
i love my body
my heart
my soul
there’s nothing
i would change
about this time
this me
this girl i know
who writes
paints
dances
dreams
and
breathes
with elemental fragments
of earth’s rarest treasures
thrown away by
the world
as insignificant
yet cherished by her
cause
its not the appearance
that touches her
she’s drawn by
something deeper than
most
the essence
the life
the beauty living
within.
were we good
as children?
we say that now
but were we?
well, the problems
were the same then
just the size of them
has
INCREASED!
all the wildness
of youth
is compensated
by the stability
of an old age.
“to die for something is easy, to live for something is difficult.”
the girl soul
making change
is our way of
telling the world
that we exist
and that
we matter.
I have not because I want not
unlike - when I sought to have it all
Young and incorrigible, full of arrogance I had been,
when once I thought it a world - that revolving
it did so for me
I made myself of reputation and I boasted, I puffed
my chest haughtily, proclaimed in my hubris how I…
I know why people do drastic things when they’re happy, or in love. You throw yourself into it because you want to feel the fullness, the wholeness, the entire potential of what it could be. You get scared because it could slip away, and that would be horrible because it matters so much to you. So you risk everything just so you can keep it as long as you can, or hope that it could become something eternal.
- SD
long lines
convey feeble truths
your heart knows
as soon as you see
the elongated weavings
extending to the other side
of the page
you wish you never began it
yet you continue to the finish
with a dissatisfied heart
however sometimes
short little verses
make whole the life of that emotion
bring back treasures lost once
make happen magic in a moment
generates love in an empty place
where no joy ever entered
sometimes wonderful things
happen in most extraordinary ways
and its there in reality
not just fantasy
or dreams
its there in our lives
waiting for us to touch them
and bring them to life.
little noises
hidden voices
a garden filled
with kids and toys
giggling sounds
eager and loud
everything’s free
you too can play
for they invite you in
with an open heart
moments of innocence
and perfect beauty
nature’s best creations
dancing beneath the sky
glowing like the sun itself
in fact, brighter
filling all eyes with joy
tears nor pain
nothing crosses their minds
there’s just play and happiness
that’s important here
so you better mind
flowers of God
with wonderful hearts
love’s all that is here
beauty is all one can see
watch them grow
watch them play
and that’s all that’s needed
in this wide wide world
to be truly happy…
