Conflicted Dreamer

I’m a conflicted dreamer who longs to settle down but can’t settle

I keep chasing dreams while leaving others on my pillow. There as a constant reminder before I go to sleep every night

They creep off the pillow into my thoughts and keep me awake

An adventurous homebody who wants to take over the world but stay grounded

A constant battle between my wings and roots, a battle that I don’t think will ever be won by either side

Teddy Bears and Pain Killers

Teddy bears and pain killers

Children and hospital gowns

One instance where opposites should not attract

Some of the strongest hearts beating but you’d never know it by their pulse readings

Why must bicycle wheels turn into wheelchairs?

And running through playgrounds become only thoughts running through dreamers heads in ICU

Well you see, these strong hearts teach us life is not all about circumstance

Because their smiles shatter adversity

Thriving with a taste for life that most of us don't even have a pallet for

When the true definition of strength has nothing to do with brawn and power but everything to do with courage and joy.

They are the heroes, the ones in capes that drape bravery

Heroes who's superpower is vision, because they are part of a small group who doesn't see life through the zombie lens of society.

They see life through a lens only those who have stared death in the face daily have a prescription for. 

Curved Lips

Curved lips met, turning goodbye into a temporary condition and hello into the best part of everyday

For what was once a kiss is now an expression of “you're my constant uncontrolled variable.” The “I will always be here as long as you are here to meet me”

A Cold heart met a lost soul

And those lips memorized more than physical curves but the curves of each others past

Because kisses that speak eternity are felt deeper and spoke louder than words alone

Bravery in broken dreams

When a promise or dream is broken, baby don't bury it.

With brave hands pick up the pieces of shattered hope in your arms and toss them skyward

Bravery is not built on burying pain and brokenness but by unyieldingly scooping up all your doubts and fears in your arms & flinging them into the sky to become stars.

Stars that will guide you through life. Because what else do we follow but the lessons of your past and the author of the unwritten future

Lonely Hearts

As she falls asleep, his arms envelop her in warmth.

His chest is her pillow.

She listens to his gentle heartbeat knowing it isn't meant for her..

But sometimes lonely hearts just need warm arms to fall asleep in.

Life is short

Life is short

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” The theme for a funeral I Just recently attended for another who died so soon...

Short like a temper is the life we live

Age doesn't mean invincible like it did when we superhero played on the play ground

Never would I have guessed at 24 years old that I would have known so many that have passed who once too believed they were invincible.

And although our time here is temporary, our spirit is invincible..so who are you and what are you doing here?

Because when life rolls it’s dice your way that’s the only thing you’ll leave

When you’re getting fitted for your heavenly wings will you see the footprints you left on earth? 

Because the superhero’s playing in the playground will soon find out they’re not invincible either and need some footsteps to follow

The unkown time on your watch should not discourage you, lift that head higher than ever because the lights in your eyes can inspire others to enjoy each moment they otherwise would have taken for granted

Life shouldn't be lived based on the fact that it’s temporary but on the fact that we have a purpose in it.

So, who are you and what are you doing here? 

Subway Companions

Slouching insecurity, she steps onto the subway and sinks in to her usual spot never looking up

She wears stress like an accessory in the form of baggy eyes and unwashed hair.

The cross on her neck is the only thing on her that speaks hope

However, today she looked up and in a moment of humanity her eyes drearily met with his.

Passed the bags and wrinkles sit her warm brown eyes that hadn’t genuinely looked into another’s for far too long.

Out of relief a tear rolled down her cheek because she knew he wasn’t looking at her accessories of stress. 

Rather, he saw her for the person even she forgets she is sometimes.

Content and Confident she steps onto the subway and nestles into her usual spot

She wears joy like an accessory in the form of a smile and loving eyes

Looking up, her neighbor gleams because from one genuine moment of humanity they've become best friends