Inspiration you need to grow by LovelyBPhotography, literature
Literature
Inspiration you need to grow
The state that youre dreaming in
feeling like you can fly
tomorrow will bring a difference
in the world you cant define
for the love of god,
you have been set free
but not without a big fee
understand that life only comes
with sacrifices and compromises
not with trophies and door prizes
you want happiness in your life
then get up and show your peers
whos got the will and urge to not fight
with back stabbing knives
who has what it takes to stand up
for what they believe in?
is it you? or is it them?
bring your light out of the darkness
and show those ghosts of bitterness regrets
what exactly it is that youre made of.
Your excuses whistle through
the tattered remnants of
what we were, no longer
able to bind the fragments,
plug the holes through
which the cold winds
now blow.
Today I woke with a vision of you.
As you hold me close I took in the view.
As the day goes on I sit and think of how you made all my dreams come true.
I know from now until forever because of you I'll never be blue.
I will love you forever,
from the first day I met you,
to our last days on this world,
A true love forever from the day we say "I Do".
as the world
goes to sleep
around me
my body sings
with lust
a surging demand
begging you
to remind me
that I'm alive
and life is good
but you're not here
and my singing flesh
goes again
unheard
Alone, I stand in the
cool evening air, leaning
against the slatted
fence with its peeling paint,
and watch the sky fade
into moonless night.
My favorite time of day, this -
the sun fallen away,
the stars unborn -
nothing left but
the boundless blue
unique to a night sky.
Deeper than dark water,
seductive as a lovers eyes,
it reaches for me,
caresses my tired mind
with glimpses of beauty
hidden, brushes my
waning spirit with hopes
of different tomorrows,
stokes the dying embers
of a small life into
a quiet hungering.
And in the azure
silence of twilight, I can
believe its promises.
i thought i wanted honesty
(until you gave it to me)
then i realized that truth
(the real unvarnished kind)
is all sharp edges like samurai
swords and whet-stoned
knives
the cuts are clean
(but, god, theyre deep)
so the next time i
desire naked truth
sheath your righteous tongue
soften, whitewash, equivocate
and when i ask if you love me
(and you say yes)
i can pretend a little longer
that its true
voices echo down
the hall like playground
memories and school
pictures with bad haircuts
I listen to those
indistinct murmurs
and stare into the past,
remembering when
life was as simple
as bologna sandwiches
and names spelled in
alphabet soup
animal crackers roared
in our hands until
we bit off their heads
and made them be quiet
saltines and grape juice
served as communion
under the big oak, God
watching from the branches
in a world drawn in
black and white when
love was love and we
werent allowed to hate
(for fear of damnation)
I can smell those days,
taste the sweaty
summer afternoons
running through dan
they both
so feared
goodbye
they never
said
hello
so they lived out
the long years
alone
and died in
their beds
still
still
still
dreaming
of each
other