Tell me how high can you
fly with broken wings
Tell me how long can you
survive a broken heart
Tell me how many tears
can drown away your sorrow
Tell me how can you breathe
with so much emptiness inside
Tell me how can your dawn rise
amidst the darkness around you
Tell me why the sunshine
makes you burn inside
Tell me is there an ocean deep
enough to bury your pain
Tell me how can you smile
when your spirit is barely alive
Tell me how can your broken soul
drift to the shore of hope
Tell me how can you love
when you lost faith in your heart
Tell me how can you trust
with shadows of doubt all around you
Tell me how can you be strong
on these shattered grounds
Tell me what good is tomorrow
when you can’t keep up with today
~ misteca
I wrote this back in school - a younger, less burdened, hopefully just as passionate me
Showing posts with label Black. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black. Show all posts
A Wave of Emotions
And suddenly a curtain descends in front of your eyes. It traps your senses. Then a wave of emotions washes over you. Instinctively, you look around you. Everything appears like it was just a moment ago; nothing has changed even though you realize it is all so different now. What you see in front of you is nothing you want to embrace. So you walk away.
You feel an immense weight on your shoulders, slowing you down, holding you back. You sigh. You try to walk determined. There’s no more bounce in your step.
You take another sigh; and breathe in all the colors of life. When you open your eyes though, the colors wither away into hues of black and white. And you know beyond the shadow of a doubt, that you lost that sparkle in your eyes. There is no warmth in your smile anymore.
A small thought begins to form in your head. What is this. Why is this? Forget what, just why. Why now.Why again. You know you’ve been here before, it is all too familiar. There is no denying the déjà vu.
You become acutely aware of a new crack. Sadly, it’s a crack in your soul; it tugs at you in all the wrong places. You feel the void. You can’t escape the taste the bitterness even if you tried. It contains you.
Irony of ironies is how emptiness can hurt, how nothingness can cause you pain.
Why again you wonder.
But is this really something you want to know. Will knowing the reason why make it go away? That’s what our futile minds believe in spite of ourselves.
I’ll save you the journey this time. The why lies in the profound meaning of a 4 syllable word we refer to as disappointment.
Oft expectation fails and most oft there
Where most it promises, and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest and despair most fits. ~ William Shakespeare
You feel an immense weight on your shoulders, slowing you down, holding you back. You sigh. You try to walk determined. There’s no more bounce in your step.
You take another sigh; and breathe in all the colors of life. When you open your eyes though, the colors wither away into hues of black and white. And you know beyond the shadow of a doubt, that you lost that sparkle in your eyes. There is no warmth in your smile anymore.
A small thought begins to form in your head. What is this. Why is this? Forget what, just why. Why now.Why again. You know you’ve been here before, it is all too familiar. There is no denying the déjà vu.
You become acutely aware of a new crack. Sadly, it’s a crack in your soul; it tugs at you in all the wrong places. You feel the void. You can’t escape the taste the bitterness even if you tried. It contains you.
Irony of ironies is how emptiness can hurt, how nothingness can cause you pain.
Why again you wonder.
But is this really something you want to know. Will knowing the reason why make it go away? That’s what our futile minds believe in spite of ourselves.
I’ll save you the journey this time. The why lies in the profound meaning of a 4 syllable word we refer to as disappointment.
Oft expectation fails and most oft there
Where most it promises, and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest and despair most fits. ~ William Shakespeare
A Twist In Life
Life without hope is misery at its best. If there is nothing to make you want to get up in the morning; nothing to look forward to; everything you desire is beyond your reach; your dreams are fractured or lost. Sometimes you're the one that's lost. You have no idea what you want anymore, everything you love has gone away, you literally don't recognize what you have, you can't see it or appreciate it. You're confused, and wonder what you're really made of. What should you do, what should you become. Where do you go from here. Is there anywhere to go from here.You might try to look for answers. You might try to hide in the shadow. You deny what you feel, yet you feel you're drowning and there is no sign of shore.
Then life kicks in with its twisted sense of humor and offers us hope. It might come disguised. You don't see it. You can feel it though. You can even hear it. Just when you're determined to give up, to let go, to stop and admit you can't any longer, you hear a sound from some far away land whispering to you to try once more. The sound of hope. If you choose to listen to it, and find that strength inside you to try one more time, to swim your way out, you might make it to see the dawn.
Ah! I just spent amazing two hours laughing my heart out.
At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. ~ Jean Houston
Then life kicks in with its twisted sense of humor and offers us hope. It might come disguised. You don't see it. You can feel it though. You can even hear it. Just when you're determined to give up, to let go, to stop and admit you can't any longer, you hear a sound from some far away land whispering to you to try once more. The sound of hope. If you choose to listen to it, and find that strength inside you to try one more time, to swim your way out, you might make it to see the dawn.
Ah! I just spent amazing two hours laughing my heart out.
At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. ~ Jean Houston
In Silence
Silence.
Silence is deadly.
The silence before the storm.
Our inner silence.
In a truly rare moment, when there is just silence around you, you become aware of your own breathing. You feel your heart beating. Your consciousness rises to another level. You actually notice you're blinking. Your senses are so acute; picking up signals and glimpses of things around you haven't noticed before.
Yet silence numbs somehow. Silence awakens the senses yet it numbs you. It's like time stands still for that split second. You can move, but ure really immobile. You are numb. Numb while you listen to the silence.
In another kind of silence, so many words are spoken. In silence, we actually say something. The message is in that silence. It's just a message without words.
They say some things are better left unsaid. Are they?
Especially when the sound of their silence is defeaning and it's all you can hear?
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends ~ Martin Luther King, Jr
Silence is deadly.
The silence before the storm.
Our inner silence.
In a truly rare moment, when there is just silence around you, you become aware of your own breathing. You feel your heart beating. Your consciousness rises to another level. You actually notice you're blinking. Your senses are so acute; picking up signals and glimpses of things around you haven't noticed before.
Yet silence numbs somehow. Silence awakens the senses yet it numbs you. It's like time stands still for that split second. You can move, but ure really immobile. You are numb. Numb while you listen to the silence.
In another kind of silence, so many words are spoken. In silence, we actually say something. The message is in that silence. It's just a message without words.
They say some things are better left unsaid. Are they?
Especially when the sound of their silence is defeaning and it's all you can hear?
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends ~ Martin Luther King, Jr
Random
What's wrong with looking at the world thru a dark-colored lens?
Everything you see is a dark shade of grey. Our lives, the reality of which is ... it bites.
Rosy pink and sunshine are way over-rated.
What's wrong with intuitively feeling glass half-empty?
Emptiness....That stirs up alot. I remember part of a GooGoo Dolls song "emptiness is nothing you can share". That feeling of void, of nothingness. Then there's its best friend - loneliness. Feeling all by yourself, all alone, when you could be surrounded by hoards of human beings.
Yet you still feel alone. You feel like you you don't belong.
No one is standing by your side. Nobody understands, and worse ... nobody cares.
am just sayin glass half-empty!
What's wrong with wanting to sigh?
Try to take a deep breath and then just sigh. There's alot to a sigh, I realized. It's not a sigh of relief or regret (as in the The Road Less Travelled). It's just a sigh.
You let it out. You vent. Nothing's changed. See, the trick is to keep breathing. When that gets difficult, start with a sigh.
What's wrong with dressing in black?
Not sexy black, not funeral black, not smart black, or chic black. just plain black, with a touch of color to avoid all the unnecessary "what's wrong?" questions.
A silouette...of black.
What's wrong with not wearin a smile on ure face?
A smile is beautiful when it's sincere. Fake smiles are a terrible terrible thing. A smile, being sincere, brightens your face and your eyes shine. You light up in a way. People see that. They sense it. They feel it too. It's priceless. A very precious moment.
Why on earth fake that?
Everything you see is a dark shade of grey. Our lives, the reality of which is ... it bites.
Rosy pink and sunshine are way over-rated.
What's wrong with intuitively feeling glass half-empty?
Emptiness....That stirs up alot. I remember part of a GooGoo Dolls song "emptiness is nothing you can share". That feeling of void, of nothingness. Then there's its best friend - loneliness. Feeling all by yourself, all alone, when you could be surrounded by hoards of human beings.
Yet you still feel alone. You feel like you you don't belong.
No one is standing by your side. Nobody understands, and worse ... nobody cares.
am just sayin glass half-empty!
What's wrong with wanting to sigh?
Try to take a deep breath and then just sigh. There's alot to a sigh, I realized. It's not a sigh of relief or regret (as in the The Road Less Travelled). It's just a sigh.
You let it out. You vent. Nothing's changed. See, the trick is to keep breathing. When that gets difficult, start with a sigh.
What's wrong with dressing in black?
Not sexy black, not funeral black, not smart black, or chic black. just plain black, with a touch of color to avoid all the unnecessary "what's wrong?" questions.
A silouette...of black.
What's wrong with not wearin a smile on ure face?
A smile is beautiful when it's sincere. Fake smiles are a terrible terrible thing. A smile, being sincere, brightens your face and your eyes shine. You light up in a way. People see that. They sense it. They feel it too. It's priceless. A very precious moment.
Why on earth fake that?
