Life comes so suddenly,
Capturing you before you know it.
Love, ambition, hope, fear.
A test of everything you hold dear.
There comes a time when things, only happen in the past,
And everything is too good to last.
A time when you are left with more memories than you can hold,
And you speak of life as an adventure untold.
A moment of victory and sorrow,
And all you want is another life to borrow.
Familiar faces fade away,
In a rear view mirror that has too much to say.
People come and they go, but these streets never change.
It’s no wonder that memory is a lane.
Perhaps I will
Be a little out of the ordinary.
Pursue dreams, dreams of changing the world.
Put passion before goals.
Love all of life; as it it is; whole.
The words our souls bleed, bandaged every day. For the world would be too quick to judge anything you had to say. It’s a free world, without freedom of expression or thought. And a life that rhymes with irony more often than not.
Words are all I had and he took them from me. It drove me insane, not knowing what to say; to just stare in awe and adoration. All of a sudden there was something I loved more than myself.
I remember it all. How he looked into my eyes, like we were the only people in the world; the sound of his voice…his laugh. It’s the kinda laugh that reminds you of the good things in life. He didn’t just give my heart wings, he made me want to fly. Flying is not so scary when I know I’ve got him to catch me when I fall.
To be stopped and once again revived, the mind is not as patient as the heart. Hope is more comforting than intelligence when struck by a poison dart. During the wait to be brought back to life there are a few things that just make you wonder.. Is each minute a funeral march to the grave or a brave stride towards a rightful destiny? I should hate to lose myself in the fulfillment of an untold prophecy. Regardless, I lie here, awaiting my calling. A century long slumber, in a haze between flying and falling.
Death isn’t knew to me. It’s one of my oldest memories. I watched my grand father as he breathed his final breath. He wasn’t scared. I recognised nothing but acceptance and peace in his face. In that moment, it dawned on me. That’s the goal. To die a happy man. And live with no regrets.
You’ve lived a good life if those who wish you weren’t gone are greater in number than those who want you dead.
Die in peace, if there are people out there who hold on to the little things you said.
Today, tomorrow, may be years later.
You will be gone. Not to a better place. Just gone; without a trace.
If life is nothing but a story, just make it a good one, right?
-Sincerely, The Obsessive Writer.
Every night, we meet in a recurring dream.
Making new promises, to redeem.
Your eyes locked on mine,
Our fingers entwine;
Two hearts beat as one,
All the masks are undone.
I couldn’t walk, but with you I fly.
Amongst the stars setting fire to the sky.