She was supposed to be right; love was supposed to win, and the world was supposed to be a loving, kind place. That's what she was told; that's what she told herself. That's what she believed. I write because I was wrong, but mostly because love and kindness isn't. I write because I still have hope, and hope does something. When I've been in so much pain, when I write this poem in pain, Hope looks me in the eyes and says "do something." Hope can't fix everything, but when hope inspires to do something... And I see I wasn't supposed to be right, I was just supposed to do something after I was wrong.
Saying goodbye to the girl I knew, to the girl I was. Sailing safe in her sweet dreams I truly hope she finds the world she believed possible for me and her. Staring at a beautiful sunset, I thought kindness went beyond the horizon, and love was as true as the sun will rise. I was small, I couldn't see the whole picture, I still can't, I still never will, but I can get a better view. So, for the small girl with sweet dreams, the mountains she couldn't move, I'll climb instead. I feel parts of my life I want to erase, but know I can't; parts of my story I may never tell, but accept; things I didn't have to learn the hard way that didn't make me stronger... and the light of the sun before it turns dark. But the sun will rise, I think that's the only truth I need. The rest is unknown, like what's beyond the horizon. If I could see that girl again and let her know I wouldn't be here without her, let her know I love her and hope she feels the same... But she's here, she's
A world of crimson exploded on the canvas of the sky, and here we are standing together in the fiery flush of this strawberry sunset, with you looking as beautiful in the light as the light looks on you. You're as radiant as the sun that radiates on you like you're the prettiest star. A woman sings poetry that feels like the morning after rain when she tells her daughter that without her the sun doesn't shine, I love you too. She's broken and bent, repairing and reborn as she reaches for the stars, as we should be. Life covered her in living, with belief under harsh skies, and doubt under clear ones, she wears it like she wears her shattered heart around her soul, so beaming with life, as if Life lives only for her. There's a neverending story that rewrites the heavens every day, that story is "I love you." I want to read her mine today and everyday, so she'll know the sun doesn't shine without her either.
You walk with grace, because the courage in your steps is bigger than the fear of falling. When I look at you, I just think of how you're a falling star and an ascending angel, and suddenly my skies are clear. Today is beautiful, because you're in it. Once upon a time, from out of the shadows, you left the comfort of the shade to be seen in the light, putting all your imperfections on display, and now we see the light in you, that could fill the cosmos. You set the world on fire, but we're refined by those flames, because you showed us, just by being you, that we're all precious gems.
Feels Like Love, Almost by AleciaMaria, literature
Literature
Feels Like Love, Almost
Your eyes are like the rain I used to watch through my window: clear, beautiful, and magic to my heart. I know I don't know you, and I know rain's not always magic, especially that which falls from your clear, beautiful eyes, but I know the sun that's waiting above the clouds, we all do. I know you're unhappy; I can't fix that, but can I thank you for existing? Love makes me dream, dreams let me fly without wings, without leaving the ground, but dreams also let me see life, the way it should be, the way it can be, the way it is. I know I don't know you, but you make me dream, and I dream you can be happy just knowing yourself.
Words reflected in the water as the ocean washed away yesterday. They said "You're not who you were." Once upon a time, I watered a seed with the tears from my own storm, after a simple truth flashed like lightning, and I wouldn't be the same... only because I knew I didn't want to. I would find more truths later, like a rediscovery of what unconditional love is, where to find it, and who to give it to, and to learn to stop chasing and running from that which doesn't want me. Once upon a time I tried to capture the sunset and keep it all to myself, but it started to wither, and I had to let it go. I cannot keep the sun; we all need to stand in its light. I still run to the light when the dark gets too blinding, but this time I want to share it, give it, and create it with the world, till darkness fall like the leaves of autumn, like it's meant to-- darkness isn't a bad thing; I've laid under enough shady trees know that, the shade kissing my face with unconditional love.
For just one moment I'm a kid, and I believe in magic. I'm watching the weather channel, with my favorite song playing in the background-- the one that can always bring me back home, no matter what house I find myself in-- and I pray for rain. I'm an adult again--for how long? I don't know--and I'm watching the world outside my window, the forecast says "hate." I'm not a kid; I don't believe in magic, but with a song in my heart, I pray for rain. In the absence of light, even the presence of darkness is blinded by our own pure hatred. But yesterday, I took time to see the freckles on an orchid. They lit up her face like fireworks to a night sky, and Orchid is such a pretty name for a girl. I hope we create a world where Orchids can blossom; a world with light and love.
cover up reality with concrete cities. feed our minds with LED kicks laced with trivial, dopamine hits. yank on the chain when we sleep. DEPRIVED of truth, you stole the magic from us. WE are rats locked up in the cages we bought ourselves that sing, "This is freedom. We will take care of all your needs if you take care of ours, and more." [ I'll take the scar as a trophy. Of how the collar snapped around my neck when I broke free .]
No one knows as much of me as you do, and from our talks, although you would disagree, I see someone innocent in the ocean of uncried tears. I know the walls you put up. I know the pain in every brick stacked upon more and more pain. I know that wall was built in the beginning to protect you, when your heart just couldn't take anymore suffering, but now it imprisons you, even if you don't see yourself as a prisoner. I'd give anything to see your soul smile, because I don't believe the one on your face, it's too heavy, so weighed down by what you're chasing— not to mention by what you're running from, but I've seen, glimpses at least, of what can make you walk on air. You're not the most expressive person, but when you're free to take that leap of honesty into yourself and explore and express the beat of your heart I've seen stars collide, I've felt your fire, and it melted me to rain, it all can make for one extraordinary poem. That's why I know that as tough as your