[title is kingdom hearts, typo]
We live in times when some grow heartless.
When care is given sparingly, its thoughtless.
Do not shrink into darkness, or fall tonight.
Dream like i do, be brave, be a friend in every end.
Think more kind thoughts, remember you're someone's best.
Soar in hearts, make words a might in all who love.
Boundless above any fight, or senseless dark above.
Lift each heart, care for them as you do, be a gift.
Here my words are a key-blade, one to write swift.
Love, is always on my mind.
In treasured memories we find.
Thinking of those lazy afternoons.
In each promise, "one day a soon".
yet, notice when the heartless arrive.
what they lost, how they learned to survive.
We may spare ourselves pain, becoming care free.
But, we also lose what we gain when we carefully.
The key is here, in every heart, in those we fair.
So be well, find friends in my heart as care.
Memories may become pieces, heartless.
In my heart, a bastion of nostalgia i carry.
For this isn't grief, nor despair.
But treasured gifts once a pair.
Their hope lives on in me, forever in my heart.
Ill give the world that, this gift is my sword art.
Hope.
In the space between breaths
of dreams and worries
let it be, let it end
find in time words ascend
in the thoughts you become
do not tarry, do not be numb
for you are learning to be wise
find peace in you, as softer skies
there are rainy days ahead
beautiful lessons to be had
so be ok, be yourself today
in mistakes and spirit, hear it
be present as you are
this gift of life, our time
the words i rhyme like heart beats
let the memories stay
let the doubts stray
let that mistake become something
Beacon that light, find here tonight
hope, it travels clear and near
in the thoughts you became
in the beliefs we reprise, a wish
Breathe, and find a reprieve from doubts,
a renewal in thoughts, set it free.
This is where our spirit is meant to be,
nothing, and everything we wish to hold.
see it takes time to reset,
let even our regrets bloom
where future trees may grow
let your mind stray, from each need to no
in time, just breathe
remember what dreams are made of
that very old sense of you
in kindness, in courage, in hope
know its here, in everything that grew
remember who you are,
and do the best you can be
to try
because, that's enough
that's always, enough
\ echoes \
You're like a echo now,
a shadow on my wall.
not of regret, no
but of joys i recall
today, it felt too warm
burning even coldness blue
well that's not entirely true
I'm not afraid of losing, or rain
but feel faint while forgetting
remembering in time, we change
its a distance we carry too far alone
Even if embers fade here in clouds
as memories, be a echo in name i ask
Remember me like a story, on days its boring
like i do for you, in fears i once faced
echo lightly with ease, when its pouring
sometimes we are displaced in feelings
in those who misplaced their thoughts
for what is a risk without our love in life
instead of that story, or the way feelings end
love where healing starts, in heartbeats we wake
not of shadows that ache, or a broken promise we sent
but of warmth in each light, a echo of you undaunted
See in shadows a subtle truth, its not haunted
the light never wanes or breaks, but shifts
Remember my voice is a part of you now,
love remains not to discourage, or grow,
Pain is part of being alive.
The question i ask, of myself
of respect to those around me
what can we create from it?
to inspire, hope.
\ composition \
the space we echo in, it remains as that shadow's sight
that silhouette exists because our hearth grew brighter
We may leave each other's lives,
but we do not leave each other's stories.
Take comfort in that ache,
when our hearts can grow.
in remembering i cant forget you
love, its a sense of becoming too
I realized what forever meant
when memories become pictures
When all i can remember, is the bests
In open letters a voice now rests
those moments stayed behind
in me, something became changed
i wouldn't change a moment
yet, i never know why it binds me so
the ache remains where love stopped growing
not in the endings no, but uncertainty, knowing
when eyes we knew, become strangers with names
in those you loved, now people you outgrew
I changed, when friends grew silent
static in the rain, that's what i felt
ripples of memories meant to stay, pelt
not every goodbye is an a dire ending
some people drift and sway
slowly flow in different currents
then i realized, today, everyday
i was also who they pictured too
I found gratitude, in my forever's.
In not being able to picture my life,
without everyone I've met,
Love is my composition, in the shades I picture echoes a moment in time
I realized, they exist as a part of me
and I hope, I do the same for them
In Everyone
When you feel at the brink
don't belittle your emotions
feel the rain, but don't shrink
because your heart is beautiful
full of every moment, your life
each heart beat a story to be told
its like a step, time echoed in beats
yet love is etched in the time we hold
those precious memories, are like art
even if they are heavy at times
if it feels faint and dark
its a ark, a bastion of rhymes
And some secrets we know alone,
its okay, to say it in silence
to softly say, hi I've grown
how healing, its hard and tragic
its good to take breaks,
to breathe, to cry
and some days we're tired,
or lost in fear
in days your feel its taught,
find with me a renewed reprieve
remember each line, each lesson
be inspired in what's shared
to be a healer, that is like magic
How, its not shrinking
but making the lesser
our "something more"
in moments i hope you smiled
Like i do with sorrow, my more
its greater then feeling strained
for i see in tomorrows it may rain,
in grief, ill make my word pour
I don't fear it, hearing my heart
Its my gift, a part of why I'm me
turning it into something purely me
distilled into myself free
for in my heart its beauty
a frame i hold tenderly
here in my notes, a melody i ripple to the lost
see me in the window
look out to the clouds
I'm here in wonder
when thoughts get loud
Find me, singing my song aloud
How, if i can feel it in my bones
singing this rhythm with only my heart
maybe there's hope, you can find it to
when the clouds part
when the waves feel calm
ill be there, with you
at the end of every rainbow
in songs storm yet to flow
My hope, it remains here for you.
when your at the brink, feeling true.
In a way we believe the weak lies.
so take a breathe
pause, and be present
even if its for a heartbeat
Remember,
Your stronger then you think
that braveness is your strength
I dream of a cabin, one with a loft
Near a pond where the wind is soft
Far to the north, where all is calm.
Lost from the worlds burdens and qualms
Here, only roaring hills mark the horizon
To start a life madly in love, with a spouse
It would be remarkable to find this space
To see fire flies glow, and hear rivers flow
Finding home, its not a word, or just a house
What a place of rest it would be
Of wooden panels hand carved from oak
A porch swing where love sways free
Oh here, it would be my healing bespoke
I wonder if id ever find these land to elope
Toward towering sunsets casting shades of hope
Where minds can roam free in verdant trees
when the only buzz would be of flies and bees
A Dreamy scent of memories would fill every room
Oh, how it would be sweet, like smores and laughter
yet crisp and savory when new memories bloom
Id yawn in each morning to that fragrance of love
I dream, of this newly settled heart-land above
Where the evergreens whisper under northern-lights
Of loons calling to the moon, and owls in flight
Oh how its bitter-sweet to dream of grace
To ache of wondering where it is, in trace
A feeling in my soul, its whole in me
Musing in forests more tender in leaves
Where everyday life can just, breathe,
Even if it would only be simple,
Id be free in boredom, in words i let free
Nostalgia in every seed, wholehearted and true
To live in a fantasy world like it was new
At the edge of a cozy village in choice we grew
Like a story travelers knew
I'd travel the stars to find that world
The place where my dreams rest, in the end
I dream of a cabin, one by a pond
Fond feelings wake up in her eyes,
This is where every world begins
In a word we build,
Home
Captivating, the night
what wonder stars hold
a cold warmth this sight
How, it never ages in my eyes
of any promise, a eternal gaze
it is always a surprise here
Where wonder glows a phrase
one of awe and wonder, silence
where we wonder and ponder
how stars are so mesmerizing
above us, yet below the sky
its strange this sense of being
where rest, wakes up a dream in me
beneath the stars,
the sky held hope
where darkness could never reign
in those who know,
this feeling too
i hope you see
that star,
its like you too
glowing here, in words
like a star in my eyes
Remarkable people change the world everyday, an go unnoticed. They live In the little smiles, and acts of kindness. I think a world can go blind to that, and has when looking down, or when we forget who we are. You, are one of those people, and were once a little smile.
Like art is temporary, and that is the source of its beauty. Its unrepeatable. Once in all time, just like how nobody will ever be you. This, is and may well be the only universe as who you are. Even in multitudes of other lives, in past or future selves. Everything about life, and those you've met, are important. They, just like you are the fabric of each canvas. The vibrant colors of life, we call that paint, the reason you notice teal, or apricate feeling each blue in contrast. Those fleeting deep pink hues of a sunset, burnt of orange and red.
For me, i find rain and our emotions to be remarkable. It feels almost like a mystery to life in a way, the magic of a soul. How all life sings, in music and the things that make us hum differently. A calm breeze, and goosebumps can carry memories of softer times. It can change how we live within presence, in the resonance we send outward. Our past.
How life, is remarkable. This wonderful weird world, and the people in it. Good or bad, its great and strange, life.
of velvet skies
and a azure wind
peaceful waves shimmer
its a soft sapphire blue
this feeling its clear
what a hue to see
when i feel free
today, i dream.
at home, i rest.
in a clear sky
full of memories
those currents
i lived in each one
"Memento mori, memento vivere"
for today is a day I'll smile upon
fondly, as a day to remember
the softness in the sky
that feeling of home
family and friends,
being present in life
its all a once in a life time experience
so cherish it, cherish each memory fondly
make it last forever in you
The wind can be harsh, or gentle. Yet it speaks softer than any storm could dare to control. I felt of late, like the winds carried me, how I'm the leaf on the wind. Lost from branches of time once known as my story. Now, I fall and feel steady in what was let go, in words aloft I've now flown to be my own.
For it in the winds, we find no fate, no destiny that calls. Yet, it's something gentler, something more subtle. A choice, to go where the winds flow. Maybe, it's meant to be, to find a new land I can call, not home. It's a sense of agency that brings us forward, in what we fear, will one day too be lost.
For good or bad, change is on the wind's whim. You never know when, nor where. Just all we can do is hope, we carry ourselves in that choice. To resist, and float or fly when changes sets us free, to realize maybe this is where meaning is set, in each choice we decide to be.
The breeze doesn't lie, each word that feels silent. Was once woven from understanding, the little words chosen, reveal who we are. It's hard, when you don't see it coming, but you will feel it, in every word that speaks a little more clearer. The little words, those ones we look past, the painful ones. Resonate after change, when we feel the direction change, from me, to you.
It's strange, how some will be that wind, how some things will never be about you. That one day the wind calls them away. Maybe you're a tree, maybe I am too. To all those leaves you once knew. Left not behind, but in change.
I just know, i don't deserve that sorta change, to be cast away in the wind. On a whim or indifference, in who I felt was once familiar, in the end it was a mere belief. The winds give relief, whispering what was fated to be after all. Not of grief, but of time. Waiting, to be wary of the fall, for it will find us in the end, in all.
Be a tree, for those who flee, to be let go. We change, and that's ok, to see the measure of all is similar. We even change in knowing who we are, a relationship we grow. Like here, in words I flow, to glow. Everyone needs someone kind, in feeling left behind. You wont be traveling alone, not here, in who you hear, when afraid. Fear, isn't in the wind but in avoiding it all together, the pain.
Know that whisper of truth is not a faint breeze, in those who leave memories to freeze. You'll feel it, the turning of the page, of words in rage and a tempest within that cage. Find the key, is made of soft letters, in rain, in words you let free. I hope they see who I'm meant to be, the seed that one day will bloom of warmth.
For today is not a warm day, but a day where winds that whisper my name, call to me. To say, today is the day everything will change. And like that, the page turned, and another leaf fell, in another life, a season for me. A tree I once knew.
Some people are the wind, and some are what the wind leaves behind, in passing by. Not everyone is a friend, but of a friendly sort. Yet, don't let that become a doubt or a lie, where victims find prey. How indifference and being in different times can share feelings that chime. In growing apart, you are still growing in who you are.
That is ok, we all end up where we are needed, or end up where we need to be. While some, make the best of where the wind pulls, in those who feel a gust pushed away. Tomorrow will be a better day, in words you weave, as a creed. Let that bloom from you, in time like a seed. Don't grow cold, from optimism, but find warmth in divided spaces.
It's not meant to be anything, only in letting it grow that is the will we hold. It may be beyond just “me”, who we will be. A breath on the wind. Don't diminish, or dismiss that gift of feelings we feel in times that uplift. Grief is swift, even if hope and love feel senseless in those who drift.
Trust yourself. Be who stays kind, do not go into feeling blind, winded. Choose to be what is needed. The wind, the leaf, and the tree.
The present, the past, and the future. We are all three. It may feel tiresome. Like you are the leaf, small but you are significant. You are a memory, the reminder of change and time spent well. Yet, you too carry change, deep in your roots. In your hearth, is a heart woven like a tree. Tall, singular, but you too hold many leaves in seasons yet to come, and layers that ring times will pass. In the end, we all hold that breath in the air, the wave of change that guides us on each path, to who we are, and who we will become.
We defined life in so many painful ways to be singled out. Yet, even when trees fall, they can become something more in change. Some, a home and some pages people tell stories within. Maybe the leaf isn't what you think it is, how each page of a book, in a way, is a leaf in our breath. Turned by the winds of choice, to go forward to embrace change finds us, at every start, and of every end. The winds call, when asked to be something more than silence carried.
Either suddenly, or deeply. Either way, that will rest within you, in every choice you make.
Of the three, I choose to be a tree that sings in the wind with leaves, not a sigh but a sign.
Times may change the leaves, but I'll be that book people remember fondly, in each leaf.
Carry the leaves softly, for in those we forsaken, we also hold as a whisper. In regret, a mistake, in words we knot ourselves. Do not shelter yourself from the wind. Change is a part of who you are, tied to you. In the end, let it start to be beautiful, and fully just you.
When it's time to let go, remember the best, stay within you. Regret, ends with change.
Forgiveness is the whisper we let free. A breath in the wind. A branch that sighs of relief.