Open the book.
Revisit the stories told, remember the fantasies that played out in your dreams, recall your many aspirations.
Open your eyes and ears.
For all the times you closed your ears to stories told, or your eyes to the movies made for fear of falling victim to dreams.
Open your mind, your heart.
For all the hurt and pain you've seen and felt you must remember all the love and happiness you've witnessed.
Open your soul.
You've forgotten to dream big, settled for little dreams instead. You put all your faith only in your own hands, in your ability to work hard but you haven't trusted in the fates to bring you love, or happiness.
Open your mouth.
This world is full of opportunities, and people who have stories. First you must let them know you are listening, the rest will follow.
Friday, December 23, 2011
The change of heart.
The fairytales do happen in this world of ours it seems,
There is a rhyme and a reason for the hope we have, the dreams.
The hurt, the hell, written into all our favorite tales makes the happiness to follow ever more real.
The motivates of the characters are indeed sometimes wicked but that's all the thrill.
We thrive on this idea that we aren't dreamers at heart,
Fairytales just remind us of the love we have yearned for from the start.
Trust in fate, trust in you, trust in me.
You'd be surprised at the goodness of this world when you put on those red slippers, you'll see.
There is a rhyme and a reason for the hope we have, the dreams.
The hurt, the hell, written into all our favorite tales makes the happiness to follow ever more real.
The motivates of the characters are indeed sometimes wicked but that's all the thrill.
We thrive on this idea that we aren't dreamers at heart,
Fairytales just remind us of the love we have yearned for from the start.
Trust in fate, trust in you, trust in me.
You'd be surprised at the goodness of this world when you put on those red slippers, you'll see.
The love letter.
Words are tossed around carelessly, and rarely do assemble to make anything memorable. You, on the other hand, are different. Clever, and funny.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
The smoky sky.
It begins with a simple spark, and the heat spreads.
The fire tasted life, yearned and hungered for it.
Greedy, no more than any of us, it consumes log after log.
However the wood burns, turns red and crumbles, like hope.
And eventually, that fire unable to live on breathes a final breath.
Leaving nothing but embers, the potential for fire, but without the wood to fuel it.
Learn from the flames.
Don't lose hope, you cannot survive without it.
The fire tasted life, yearned and hungered for it.
Greedy, no more than any of us, it consumes log after log.
However the wood burns, turns red and crumbles, like hope.
And eventually, that fire unable to live on breathes a final breath.
Leaving nothing but embers, the potential for fire, but without the wood to fuel it.
Learn from the flames.
Don't lose hope, you cannot survive without it.