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"we're all made of wishes
buried beneath broken dreams.
Though what we once wished for,
is silly it seems.
When life has shaken us awake
from our childish daydreams,
we wonder if wishes
were wasteful pursuings
so we toss them aside
with our old play things
Unaware that our wishes
would have given us wings."
Wings Of GraceWhen everything comes alive
a sweet song surround my heart
and beyond the sadness and insecurity,
I start to fly on the wings of grace
calling the name of Joy.
Hoping that generosity of the Universe
will caress my soul and gentle will touch my hand,
I let my emotions to spread in a special dance
and like a beautiful dream of the beginning,
the colors bloom in the mystery of an unreal light.
I'm still flying and without fear,
I feel my wings translucent like a dragonfly
and in my ears, a pale voice whisper:
"Never call my name again because I'm always with you,
as long as you are able to fly over your pain
and find the miracle of Spring."
Every Journey Has An EndingIf I would have nine lives,
maybe in one of them,
I would smile to a star called Desire,
which appears from time to time on the sky of an unknown planet,
to make life brighter.
With eight lives, I would think I'm so rich,
that I would be able to find that wonderful legendary golden dragon
and with generosity,
maybe he would protect me from emptiness.
With seven lives,
I would be so proud by my beauty,
that maybe I would forget
that you can not live so long without having a doubt.
With six lives,
I would turn the ashes of the Universe in diamonds
and maybe all known or unknown eyes,
would see the light.
With five lives,
maybe I would discover from where springing the rainbow
and I would catch roots
in an certain Tomorrow.
With four lives,
maybe I would be very selfish
and I would believe that my heart can sing
and that song could stop time passing.
With three lives,
I would dream that my insanity was cured
I would be able to learn to love.
With two lives,
I would start to app
You didn't know you were waiting for me
Coming like a ghost of the morning
Right through the mist blurring your sight
You were sipping your coffee
As if freshly awakened - smile on your face
Your mind still dreaming
Trying to embrace some colourful explosion
A carnival taking over the streets, soul of autumn
Feast of a year slowly approaching its end
I didn't know I was looking for you
Making my way through haze and silence
Turmoil and noise of the new day tracking my steps
But I just laughed into their face
My feet were light, for my spirit was too
I turned around and there was you
In the morning sun at the cafe
The butterfly of your eyes fluttered
Over the bench of lips - and I took a seat
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
LegendsAnd they tell you
Out of tragedy, legends are born
But none seem to mention the struggle
While weaving the heroic tale.
They only talk ballads,
Of monsters slain, and battles won,
But none remember the sacrifices,
They only assume a hero has it all.
Solo Tea PartyRicher than pure gold.
Sweeter than any sugar.
Thank you for this peace.
It brewed perfectly.
Its taste is so clean and pure.
Such an honest drink.
If I treat it right,
it will never betray me,
or turn bitter gall.
GehennaI recall the
I no longer
felt at peace
Such a subtle
I could see
I closed the
October 17th, 2010
ArtificeI would lie
in order to
I truly wish
for I desire
which I truly
what I feel;
June 25th, 2010
wonders of wisteria
glowing in warmth
of soft spring lights
such beauty invites
calling me to life
breathing colors bright
winds wash over
with hues of new life
i hear her call
as winter rains fall
for now must stay
waiting for wisteria
for seasons song to sing
I'm missing Spring.
Photo and poem by ~ BridgetBright
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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