Feelings I Once Felt..
Tangled up and straining to breathe in a web of clouds.
The light that helps me find my way is stronger than ever.
Your the words when I have nothing left to say.
Your the eye of my storm.
Your the imagination that keeps me strong.
Your blue eyes are like the stars in the sky.
The same stars I look to when I am alone.
The ones that I looked to when I am lost.
The diamonds that fall from your face when you feel pain.
It’s like watching beauty fall from grace.
Depressing.
Sleeping on a Beach.
Creating Stars in my dreams.
Imagining a world of peace.
Molding a perfect world in my mind.
Breathing love into the wind.
Caressing the trees, making them sway.
I open my eyes.
Expecting to see the most perfect world,
And my eyes came to rest upon your smile.
Beyond my belief.
Something more perfect than my dreams.
Thank you.
I don’t know how this will end,
But there is no way I can mend.
Hearts are torn into two.
They cant find their way back to you.
Thoughts collecting upon the blank pages of my life.
Memories shifting into a time line called my past.
Questions racing through my head.
What could have been.
What should have been.
When will this all end?
My life has breached its walls.
Now its caving in.
My eyes, the can see,
What lays ahead of me.
This road, it will lead to my prophecy.
Where can fate take me?
Sun drops touch her face,
As she looks to the sky for answers.
Answer as to why love costs so much.
Answers as to why the ground is so cold.
The star shine down upon her like the light of life.
And she stares blankly back towards it.
Wondering why it forgot about her.
Why?
I have loved and cared for many people, but they never seem to call when I need them most. I usually end up on my own, relying upon something that is already falling. Lately, I have been trying o figure out what I believe, and I think that I have come to a conclusion about what I believe. Ladies and Gentlemen, God is real. However, I do not support the way some churches choose to run their church. Religion shouldn’t have to be based upon Money, or Nice cars, or Television. What I want is a church that does not need these things to be happy.
Another thing on my mind lately is love. Love is something held close to the hearts of many people who believe it can solve anything. The truth is, most people mistake love for something else. Lust, the spoiled little sister of love. Lust makes a person, boy or girl, to believe that everything about another person is absolutely perfect. They way they look at you when you make them smile. The way there eyes look when you stare at them for a few minutes until they notice your looking at them. The way they say bye. Is what I described Lust, or Love?
I think of her as I look in the Mirror.
I tried to explain to the people close to me what I feel.
Words don’t seem to be enough to describe.
It’s almost something that you have to feel yourself.
It’s kinda of like having Dancing Gnomes in your head.
Dancing on the thoughts of her.
Forcing you to think of her.
Controlling every movement.
Stealing your breath.
Replacing it with fluttering butterflies.
Creation and Life, two words that have so much meaning for everyone that is or has ever lived on this earth. Creation meaning the act of producing or causing to exist, however for me, Creation is completely different. Creation is the life given to an object or a being in order to make seem real. Creation also brings emotion. Without emotion, every living thing upon the face of this earth would have no meaning. It would be ruthless, Not to say that it isn’t now, and it would be worthless. Emotion is what makes an impact in creativity. It fills voids in the hearts of humans, and makes one feel as if the life that one is living has reason.
Life however has a different meaning. A corresponding state, existence, or principle of existence conceived of as belonging to the soul. The meaning of life is hard to explain. As you continue to read this story of my life, I will show you my meaning for life, and how life changes from day to day.
Stay tuned for more chapters.. coming soon.
Somewhere between the Sun and the stars.
A place where Planets collide but you hear no sound.
Explosions in the sky, create a beautiful kind of chaos.
A place where Islands fill the Ocean.
Tropical trees swaying in the cool breeze.
A place where a hammock floats in the air.
This place, you can find me here.
Can you imagine?
I once knew a man.
His name was Happy.
He loved his wife and loved his Kids.
He never felt sad.
He didn’t even know the word existed.
He had a job that supported his family.
He loved God and prayed every night.
His eyes were pure.
They had never been exposed to hate.
Everyone loved him.
His ears never had to bleed from the pain.
His nose never had to smell the stench of jealousy.
His smile was protected by his happiness.
One day Happy Lost everything.
One day Happy, couldn’t smile anymore.
One day Happy lost his family.
One day Happy lost his job.
One day happy felt hate for the first time.
One day happy’sears began to bleed from the pain.
One day Happy’s nose smelled the stench of Jealously.
One day Happy felt as is God had abandoned him.
Happy was left in the middle of the street.
Reaching for Grace.
Trying to pull himself up, towards the sky.
His hands reaching for the heavens, Crying, “Where Are You?!”
In the background there is a Beautiful Sunset.
Happy hears a voice behind him speak.
“Right Here”
Happy turns around only to find that no one was there.
All he saw was a beautiful Sunset.
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