I've wished a thousand wishes. Blown a thousand birthday candles, and imagined that the small trail of white smoke that floated lazily up, was leading my wish into the sky. To some fantastical wish granter, up there somewhere, who grants every wish for us all. I'm not alone, I suppose. Everone has wished so many wishes, and wondered where they go. Read more »
(I've been neglecting this site recently, what with the end of school and other annoying matters related to life in general. So I've decided to give myself a challenge. I'm going to post something every day this month to make up for the fact I've barely been posting over the past few months. This is My July Challenge. Enjoy!)
Note- I know that the days I've been numbering for this have been a little screwy recently. Today from this point forth I'll try and keep it straight- I'm pretty sure this is the 13th day I've been posting these things. Read more »
i. 4:21, awake.
I've no idea why this time is sticking in my head. Probably because that's when I turned the light on. It's not that significant, though, really. It took at least 2 minutes for my eyes to adjust. I was awake before then, too. When I first managed to look at the clock, it was 4:03.
ii. 4:27, pondering. Read more »
When I remember the shooting star
a perfect streak of light across the sky
a thing from heaven
on its tragic fall from above
I am filled with great sadness
of knowing something so divine
could only last so short a time
before the blackness swallowed it up.
But when I saw that star I was a fool
and wished for love and peace and happiness
thinking I could find them in that star
and not on this cursed earth.
For the shortest time it seemed true
so that even now the memory of that hope
stays bright in my mind
like that streak in the night:
a shooting star on its way down to us from the heavens
We who wish on such things are fools
cursed to wish upon a doomed object
to place our faith in something which in moments is gone
in something that could never be beautiful again
A heart full of love cannot stop the world from turning
nor the sea from flowing so I could cross it to you
and in looking at the sky and wishing for
happiness, peace, and love Read more »
Sing to me of endless whispers
Let their words snake through my ears
Would that I could understand their meaning
If only they were constructed on sense
Write to me of endless nights
Let the stars burn through to my soul
Would that they would sparkle forever
If only they would remember me
Hum to me of endless summers
Let the sun warm me through my skin
Would that the air was always as fresh
If only the sky were always as blue
Speak to me of endless friendship
Let the bond be shared between hearts
Would that the mind would always stay calm
If only life were always as pure
Sing to me, write to me, hum to me, speak to me
Of endless whispers, endless nights, endless summers, endless friendship
Would that they will continue forever
If only they will remain the same
it seems like
isn't worth it
I wish this,
I wish that,
I'm making my life
into a fabrication of
that can never
and then I'm punched back
into my cold
all of my problems
would just dissapear
into a world of light.
How many times a day, do you have to hear quiet, before you actually stay quiet?
I only have to hear it once. I close my mouth and lower my eyes, and hope to hear silence, peace.
But it never comes, it's still little whispers, and a few giggles behind me.
I look over to my right, and see my best friend.
He looks over with a big goofy grin on his face.
I can't help but giggle to myself. Read more »