“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

Posts tagged ‘confusion’

Heart Thief

Who was there to rearrange

The walls? and I’ve

Lost all that I meant to gain

What mattered most has

Turned away and struck again

And I’m left empty-handed and ashamed

Who was there?

 

Wasted hours

Wasting, holding

I am strung on 

Borrowed heartstrings

Not that they gave but

Give so freely

Who was there to take

Their offerings?

 

What’s a vulture to the man

Who doesn’t struggle? he

Takes away the fun in it

What caused the hunger?

Many beat outside the chest

For what’s inside it

Showing marks on east and west

The wind did it

 

Wasted hours

Wasting, holding

I am strung on

Borrowed heartstrings

Not that they gave but

Give so freely

Who was there to take

Their offerings?

 

I know it’s a simple thing

To give up yourself

For somebody else’s dream

But you has wanted

Leaving every thought you have

Everything you wish for

And placing them in stranger’s heads

And on their shoulders?

 

 

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The Dream Last Night

I had a dream I was my brother, Samuel. On my (his) eighteenth birthday, I invited a bunch of people over. For some reason, my dad was this random drunk stranger, and he was asleep.

So all these people snuck into my house, and we had cake and soda and presents. It was pretty normal. But there was this girl (please remember that, although I am a girl, in my dream I was a boy, and so this makes perfect sense). She was beautiful. I fell instantly in love with her, and I wrote her a letter saying so. She rejected me.

But I wouldn’t stop, and I wrote another letter. This time she replied, saying that she loved me, but her dad was in leagues with my “dad” and they wanted to keep us apart.

My “dad” found out about the letters, and so we were both locked up in separate cages, unable to see each other. We had a friend passing letters back and forth between us, so we were able to tell each other how much we were in love.

Then we broke free and ran away to Paris.

Not really, I don’t remember the rest of the dream.

 

I Have A Dilemma

I have a few questions that need answering:

What are you supposed to do when someone writes you a letter saying they are hopelessly in love with you?

And what if you don’t want to hurt their feelings because they are really nice, but you just don’t love them back?

AND what can you do when they speak a language that you can understand (sorta), but you don’t really speak?

AND when you don’t want to drag someone else into it as an interpreter?

Now, you see what I mean when I say I have a dilemma?

Come on, I need some advice here.

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