midnight magnetic poetry inspiration IV

There's a song in my heart,
poetry in my dreams;
I could find love in everyone
if they would not turn me away.

Suffer to tell the serious,
and ask to dry the weeping sky;
let the woods grow pictures
in the spring.

Happiness is a highway
to an individual joy
with a voice that sings the old dream.

Trust is a promise
to always learn patience.
Fill an empty life with love,
for who rose from gentle passion
to a lifeless death?

"Almost" was a whisper;
and though I the song they left behind,
still I know that this is mine.

contradicting truths.

I’m not really sure what I’m doing. I’m never really sure. I’m sitting in a half-finished room of a half-finished life. I guess I don’t really want the life to be finished, because that could only mean one thing. The room I would kind of like to complete. Except it’s never complete; I continually bring in new things. Make new things. Write new things. Hang new pictures on the walls.

I feel alone and yet not alone at all. Isolated but included. I think everyone feels this, at least at some point.

And no one cares, except when they themselves are going through it. Even then, all they want to do is talk about themselves to someone else. Someone sympathetic who isn’t actually sympathetic at all because all they want to do is talk about their own problems.

My, how selfish we all are.

I’m such a mess.

midnight magnetic poetry inspiration III

Do you want to love forever
life together
imagine, remember?

Would you keep me
embrace all of me?
Make sweet morning moments
come home to me?
Capture the heart and soul of me?

It's not easy
but we can try.

Every piece of us
is some of you and me.

Flaws and all.

No one is ever as fearless as they think they are. Oh sure, you may think the whole world is looking down on you and saying, "My, my, but she IS a mess." The truth of it is this: They are too concerned that everyone is looking at them to worry about you. You know that girl who always seems to let the guys treat her any which way, and doesn't make friends with the other girls? Or the boy who gets into too much trouble, who won't open up to anyone? They're only afraid of rejection, just like you. Just like me.

Oh yes, me too. Afraid not only of rejection, but of being left by someone who accepted me. Me with all my flaws and quirks. A sensitive sort might say, "Oh, but we all have flaws." Sure. But no one ever worries about their other seeing flaws in their best friend. No, we're all concerned with ourselves. Our mediocre selves that never seem good enough. And when we are, when someone loves of, not even in spite, but BECAUSE of our flaws? We try to change and get rid of the very reasons they loved us in the first place! What is our obsession with being perfect? EMBRACE your flaws and quirks! They make you unique. No one has the same set as you do. And someone loves them.

When you quit fearing rejection, it's amazing the possibilities that open up. So what if someone rejects you? If they didn't want you, they weren't worth your time anyway. There is someone who wants to be around you--go find them and be busy being around them. And they'll love you. Flaws and all.

We're all afraid of something...and I think it's ourselves.

silver spoon

I hung my mirror on the wall
Did it fall
And break in pieces far too small
to recall

But my luck is far too great
for you to ever hate
Is this a twist of fate
or am I just second-rate

Take my heart, it falls too soon
I have had no silver spoon
Does my offer seem in tune
Does it fade with the moon

I have cried a thousand cries
over you and your lies
Hidden answers in replies
Can I see it in your eyes?

I have lost my way before
I have heard the lion's roar
I have looked for something more
I have pulled until it tore

I hung myself upon the wall
Did I fall
And break in pieces far too small
to recall