Wednesday, January 28, 2009

These flaws don't have to lead to our fatality
It just leaves room for growth
Growth into being a better version of yourself
This rough draft leaves room for corrections
with the help of you

Friday, January 16, 2009

Living a habitual life
stagnant, stuck in the repetitive
is enough to drive one to insanity
The possible, the unknown
our hopes, dreams, art, and love
Our subconscious need for more
than this day by day monotonous calendar
It shows us that we are more than physical drones
Each subconscious mind of each human-being is vastly different
Yet we are still capable of feeling unity
Oneness through our desire for the possible
Music is necessary for subconscious survival
Without memories, the icons, the feelings
That flow from the musical sounds
We would lose our integration, along with our individuality
Our connections would be flawed, nothing deeper than the physical
The arts expose our subconscious, our inner-ability to communicate the surreal
The creation and adoration of art, of music
Is timeless
We are always wanting to return to this timelessness
The flow of this togetherness
Oe with the subconsciou self
Or one with another
Eliminates distractions
Because one is so intent with the beauty at hand
It transcends ones static, unvaried physical self.

Friday, January 9, 2009

This empty pit in my stomach
Causes me to bite my lip
Ignore the pain
Loneliness leaves its trail within
My hand outstretched,
My arms are not long enough
You are hundreds of miles away
I am feeling much like a stone
Storing my feelings away in the back of my mind
The dusty boxes left unorganized
I am an infinite amount of miles away from where I want to be
Where that is, I don't even know
Unmeasurable is the distance between my soul and its happiness
What do I believe?
What if I never know?
I do believe I love you.
I think I love everyone.
You, to me, are infinitely special.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

As I walk,
I leave my footprints behind me in the snow
Yet no one will ever know who those footprints belong to
The only ones that may have a chance at recognizing
are the ones who walk by my side,
but they still have the ability to forget, to overlook
What if every achievement I have in life is just another footprint?
My actions may be recognized,
but will my soul?
My being maybe ignored like most of the others.
My footprints may be covered in a layer of fresh snow,
Walked all over,
or just left unseen.
No matter what, there's always a chance that my efforts are leading me no where,
yet it's always worth trying anyway.
Even with the slightest chance at making a difference,
It's worth knowing if even only for myself,
that I tried to make a change.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Life is so fragile
One life gone, one death
leaves dozens of lives affected
Relationships ripped apart
by machines, accidents, murder, war
Hundreds of fatal possibilities
It would be more efficient to live alone forever
never having to deal with the pain of loss
yet we don't want to live in a solitary world, companionless
We want love.
We want intimacy,
passion, closeness
For me, love is the strongest emotion I have
By seeing someone's life shatter before their eyes today
The love of her life shot dead,
I have realized that what I'm going through is not loss
Distance isn't loss, I feel selfish
But at the same time it makes me hate waiting
Because as life ticks away,
so does the time I have to spend being in love
The time I have before I die, or the one I am meant to be with dies
There are an infinite amount of possibilities of when this could happen
I don't understand what life is all about, it's so delicate
Easily broken.
Like our hearts,
the hearts of the ones who are going through loss
Broken and full of the blood pumping through them
Keeping them alive
while they stare at the limp body
of the one that they will always love
Life is one twisted story
One which I doubt I'll ever understand.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

There may be a meaning to why we didn't have a proper good-bye.
Maybe we're not meant to have to say good-bye at all.
If there's no good-bye, there's no defined distance,
we're overcoming the physical miles by leaving it without a dramatic exit
Maybe it wasn't an exit at all.
An acceptance that everything will fall into place,
whether you are here or there.