Random Thoughts

Inside a Forgotten Dream


There was a time I used to dream. It was like taking that first breath from the dense waters of a lake, where you drifted, weightless until you could breathe no more. That breath was salvation, as were my dreams. Floating down the dark starlit stream, where water would whisper in my ear, and tell me of its secrets. I’d listen to its silent ode trying to memorize its song. I struggled to wrap my mind around the trickling tune when the wind touched my cheek as if to say, stop trying so hard, and breathe.


And my eyes would close in surrender to the rocking ripples as I was cradled to sleep. Wrapped in the water’s wide arms is where my dreams resided. I dove deep into their cores and let them take me wherever they pleased. For it was there under the sleeping sky that they thrived. Just when I believed that these reveries weren’t real I would open my eyes and try to read the stars, refusing to believe those that say dreams are only dreams. The stars told stories of magic and mystery, of worlds beyond my own eyes and places I had never heard.


There was a time I used to dream, and I don’t know where that time went. I lost it somewhere between yesterday and today. Somewhere behind all the dust and cobwebs in my mind. Somewhere beyond what my soul can comprehend, and I’ve gone back to find it.


And, somewhere beneath the surface of the water, somewhere in the melody of its lullaby, somewhere in-between the stars, are those dreams I forgot I had time to imagine.


Written 11/26/09

Keeping the Rain

"Rain" by skippiethebush@deviantart.com

http://skippiethebush.deviantart.com/art/rain-46317262

It’s a gentle song
Pit pattering on concrete
Yet soft like kisses.  

Its gentle lullaby

Makes you sway as though in a dream

Completely spellbound by its rhythmic trance.

What would you do if you could bottle up the rain?

Catch it like snowflakes and keep it a while.

Oh what a lovely tune it’d be 

If the rain always fell

Inside your glass.

11/23/2008

One Song Glory

So I take no credit for this except for my poetic taste in music (tehe) This is a poem created from the first line of the first 20 songs that played from my Zune. The title is the 21st song title. This shockingly makes sense... probably because, like I said, I have a poetic taste in music haha. Enjoy!



One Song Glory

Am I at the point of no improvement?
How long will my prayers seem unanswered?
It feels like forever since I can remember
I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared
I’ve been running around and I gotta slow down
Please tell me you’ll fight this fight
I think we’re going somewhere we’re on to something good here

You changed my mind, said something I had never heard
Playground school bell rings again
Hello you think you’re all alone

It’s a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun

Listen to the song here in my heart
The smell of your skin lingers on me now

There’s a river underneath us

Will I lose my dignity, will someone care?

I say I love you, you say that’s kind

I linger in the doorway of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
Here my dear this is where I shake the nightmare free

Where has that old friend gone, lost in a February song
I never felt nothing in the world like this before. 

Song and Artists (in order):
For the moments I feel faint – Reliant K
I believe in Love – BarlowGirl
Keep on Shinin’- Third Day
Leave out all the rest – Linkin Park
Arms of my Baby – Joss Stone
Breathe – Superchick
Pressing on – Reliant K
Beggars Heart – Bethany Dillon
Hello – Evanescence
Freedom Begins now – Rush of Fools
Smooth – Santana
Listen – Beyonce (Dreamgirls)
Big Girls don’t cry – Fergie
Deep in your eyes – Jon Forman (Switchfoot)
Will I – Rent Soundtrack
Long Goodbye – India.arie
Imagination – Evanescence
In my arms – Jon Forman (Switchfoot)
February Song – Josh Groban
Wait for you – Elliot Yamin

Title- One Song Glory – Rent Soundtrack

Marie Howe Interpretation

Pigeons

Every once in a while we would shuffle down the way
to where our hill sat, though it was a mountain

to me. The lush green carpet that swelled,
I felt so small next to it, next to you

It scared me at times as we hiked the mountain
hill, to the top where the sun balanced

every time I’d think that sun was a big peach
like James and the Giant Peach and I’d say

“Pop-pop, can we go inside the peach and fly
to New York City?” And you would smile and keep on shuffling

I could never shuffle like you, my feet were too
small, my legs too short but I tried, I wanted to get

there and look at the horizon to see the pigeons;

our pigeons, surround us on our mountain top

just so we could feed them
our stale bread and popcorn.

A Glimpse of Myself

This is an autobiographical poem I wrote a few weeks ago. An autobiographical poem is a poem that starts with:

Line 1: Your first name
Line 2: Four traits that describe you
Line 3: Sibling of...
Line 4: Who likes...(people, ideas)
Line 5: Who feels...
Line 6: Who needs...
Line 7: Who gives...
Line 8: Who fears...
Line 9: Who would like to see...
Line 10: Resident of (your city, state, or town)
Line 11: Your last name


So here it is!

Michaela
Softly observing the world, shy, loving and too compassionate
Sibling of a brother she is unworthy of being blessed with
Who likes the smell of summer rain, fresh and new, full of excitement, serenity and enchantment all at once pouring down in a sweet melody that soothes even the most troubled soul
Who feels what others feel even in the midst of anger
Who needs to be loved, held and to believe in herself more often, 
Who gives all of herself in everything she does, only to exhaust herself trying to fix what can’t be fixed, and failing to notice, that God has it all under control.
Who fears the unknown, spiders and the love she desperately longs to experience
Who would like to see those who are angry with themselves or each other find peace, and those who are lost, be found and loved.
Resident of God’s creation
Payne

 

 

 

:)

Dreams Delivered

"Eat-Me" By hush-im-here@deviantArt.com

http://hush-im-here.deviantart.com/art/Eat-me-135543056

He told me to leave my
dreams at the door
so I mailed them to myself.
there is so much more to me
than this skin, this
me, I myself, we
hold fast to dreams as if
they were to leave
tomorrow, yesterday today
the same, my dreams
are the same, always
fleeting never ceasing
to drift down the stream
of cognition to my
heart.





And when I go to get
the mail
all I had hoped for
is sitting
at my door step. 

Blizzard

Like a silent
explosion, the
small white
feathers are
jumbled and flung
as they burst from
their air mattress
pillows, falling softer and
softer before they
caress frozen
carpet. A choreographed
dance of pointed
cotton balls twirl
as you dream,
silent wonder as
you wake to a
colorless world.


Imitation of Kay Ryan's Poem "Hailstorm"