Heart of Gold

If you sit back and remember
times that were lenient and tough,
You’ll find that the reality in your heart now
Was an old dream you were thinking of.

You’ll find that no matter how lonely you are inside
Your heart is still filled with love
and full of light through all these years
while your surface has dulled above.

When you think that all is gone,
there’s still another side
made up of nice feelings and emotions
that your beauty has managed to hide.

But have a look deep inside of you,
and though your looks may have gone cold
the inner sides are full of smiles,
and warmed with your heart of gold.

What you gained through memories of pain
is through your heart a tear,
& as you draw in your last breath,
you cool it to calm your fears.

You’re not alone, although many things you had are gone
Rubbed off from your surface & cheaply sold
Growing up is what it’s called.

No one knows that behind this obvious pain,
& dreams that calmly drove you insane,
There are still valuable remains
Of your broken heart of gold.
~ misteca

"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all." ~ Emily Dickinson

Tell Me

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

A Million Little Things

This initially was gonna be a blog about friends. i just have no words to speak.
Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things. ~ Author Unknown

it'll take more than one blog to talk about the million little things. one little thing here is a poem i wrote light years ago. and even tho am not that person anymore in so many ways, and i hardly remember those days, the words do linger.

One Of A Kind

Sometimes I sit & wonder how
I could have made it without you
I remember all those times you listened
& made me smile when I felt so blue
When I felt I had nowhere to turn
I knew I could turn to you
& although you couldn’t stop my pain
You still pulled me through
When my sun began to dim
You made me believe it will rise again,
When I felt all hope had gone
You showed me how to find it within
So if it all ends somehow
One thought still comes to mind…
The friendship we shared one day
is truly one of a kind.
~ misteca