Allow the morning sun to warm Your heart when you are young And let the soft...– Arthur Rimbaud.
My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night But ah my foes and oh...– Ronald Dahl.
The Place You Used to Live
There’s still a door here shaped like you. Boarded up, covered in chains and nails. Paper stuffed in the locks.
The Possibility of Clouds and Thunder Showers
Oh, how I wish you wouldn’t worry so. There’s hope in every breath. But when fear infects the bones, I’m told, the heart is always next.
The Tower in the Asylum
Yet, no matter how accurately you write it or mumble it under your breath, it won’t change the way things stand between you. A poem, let alone a paragraph, is not a magic spell. And the only people who can write those things stay in padded rooms, listening to music no one’s ever played.
The Screaming Mob
People will wish you success in the world. And then hate you when you get it.
The Words You Lost Between Cushions
I’ll pretend that you mean the weather when you ask me how things are. I’ll say cold and dry.
That is SO bogus. Wait, what does that even mean?– Natasha Tran.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.– Winston Churchill.
Learn four new things everyday. Something about yourself. Something about the people you love. Something about the world. And something about a stranger.
I will NEVER be like you
You’re screaming these accusations and judgements about me. The way I act, the way I talk, the way I look. Don’t try to deny the fact I’m exactly like him. I’m not that stupid that I wouldn’t know my own pathetic ways. I’m horrible, mean, cold, heartless, selfish, stubborn and arrogant. I know I am, you don’t need to constantly remind me everytime we have...
The lift makes us all equals. Business men, supermodels, rock stars, poor people, strange people, you and I. We are all silent when confronted with each other. Then we get out on our different floors (Some higher, some lower), and carry on with our lives, thankful we no longer have to deal with our own inhumanity.
What you’re looking for can be found when the sun rises and the dew is still wet on the leaves. It is then that things are not yet set, everything is possible and promises can either be broken or kept.
Always have something to look forward to. Make something up right now. Something you want to do. Some place you want to be. Someone you want to meet. And look forward to it.
Failure is the universe’s way of telling you to either try harder or try something else. Nothing more, nothing less.
It’s not about what you do. It’s about who you are. It’s not about who you are right now. It’s about how you could be. It’s not about what could go wrong. It’s about what will go right. It’s not about listening. It’s about getting up and dancing.
The Way it Isn't
I need you to give me the chance to take you granted. Just like how you do with me.
Sometimes I think the only reason you stay in contact with me is to let me know how “well” you’re doing now that you’ve moved on. I’m happy for you. Now fuck off.
The Hidden Meanings
For some reason, a long time ago, you and I sat down and said that on this day, we would set everything aside and try to find some meaning in the chaos of the world around us. So in spite of the people who will fight against you, the family members who’ll argue, the one’s who’ll tell you it’s all a waste of time and money, on your own or with someone else, you go out...
The Away Message
“None of us are here right now because we’re all out celebrating.” I’m so fucking proud of you.
I can see all those little excuses you’re giving me as an alternative way of saying “I won’t be bothered making an effort to talk to you anymore.” Thing is, I already did that long before you considered it yourself.
The Place of Birth
There is no place called happiness. But there is a path you can travel.
If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with. “Thanks for meeting up with me. Thank you for your friendship.”
I happen to be colour-blind. I don’t hire colour, I hire competence…...– Michael Jackson.
Do it once. Then do it again. The more you write, The more you paint, The more you sing, The more you dance, The more you live, The better you get. It’s that simple.
Be kind to everyone you meet. They are fighting a battle that you know nothing about.
All the greatest success stories start in failure. Otherwise they wouldn’t be success stories. You can make this the end. Or you can make it the beginning.
That heavy feeling in your shoulders. That weary shake in your chest. That shudder running up and down your back. That clammy grasp around your waist. That chatter of noise from your teeth. That sliver of ice running up your spine. That pulse of pain inside your chest. That hard grip around your legs. That whisper of chills across your arms. This is the cold.
You know the difference between good and bad, right and wrong. No matter how much the voice inside your head tries to fool you, deep down, you know how your actions will affect the universe around you. Obey the silence. Ignore the noise.
There was a time when you felt at peace. In control. You need to go back there. Find it. And bring it with you when you return.
See the windows. See the world. See the tiny blue dot. See the sun. See the moon. See the stars. See the rain. See the joy. See the children. See the lovers. See the night. See the dawn. See the kiss. See the now. See the then. See the always. See the failing. See the running. See the saving. See the goodbye. See the hello. See the fear. See the hope. See the me. See the you. You need to open your...
The people you know. The people you knew. What you’ve learned. Your memories. All these things, these ghosts come together to make up nearly all of who and what you are. The last part is your soul. Your spark. That is beyond ghosts.
Pick up the stones along the way. Keep the ones you want. You don’t need all of them.
I thought I say you break. I thought I saw you fall. Into a million different shards. The night sucked you up and spat you out. Something to confuse astrologers. Something to break the future. It was only a dream. Just like you.
You are already dead in my time. But you are still here. You are the whispering wind that sends goosebumps down my spine and the sensation of water as my foot breaks the surface. You are a lover’s fingers on my cheek and a drunkard’s elbow in a crowded bar. You are the grass beneath my toes and the sky above my head. So I smile. Because you are in that too.
You blocked me out and turned away, hiding yourself from me. But I found you again. You weren’t hiding. You were protecting yourself from me. I don’t need to be protected.
I saw them kick you and beat you till you lay bleeding in the dirt. Broken and burnt, with tears in your eyes, you got up, opened your wings and hugged the entire world.
You looked at me with those alien eyes and waited for me to tell you what you wanted to hear. Instead, I told you the truth.
The First Sip
I always wanted you. Even when I had you. I could drink from you forever and never be any less thirsty than I was that first day. The day I realised how parched I’d always been.
The Person Who Knows What They're Looking For
If you found anything of value here or in others, it’s only because you’d seen it before inside yourself.
The Cupboard is Empty
I’m all out of midnight phone calls and flowers sent to your door. I’m out of throwing letters off fire escapes and drawing a cathedral in the sand. I’m out of spray-painting your name on freeway overpasses. I’m low on cute names given between blankets and 9am. I’ve got no dramatic displays of public affections left. And now everyone else I ever love is going to...
My attitude is if fashion says it’s forbidden, I’m going to do it.– Michael Jackson.
The Water Flows Uphill
The heart is a muscle like any other and the best exercise you can do for it is called “Picking Yourself Up Off the Floor.”
The Blind Corner Waits
I just move my lips and my tongue and breathe and the sounds are made. But still, I do not say “I love you” easily.