Wonderland

She was a girl with clever eyes who always liked to dream, her reality was full of troubling things that made her want to scream. One day like Alice she fell in the hole, wondering around with her troubling soul, she landed in wonderland beginning to think, would I wake up if I just blink?
would this all end in a hurry? her thoughts became slowly somewhat blurry, as she refused to close her eyes at all, but she slowly started beginning to fall.

Falling up how could it be? Watching ticking time as she, fell up past the cuckoo clock, the chair covered in ugly chalk, the big bird that began to squeak, the wall writing all in Greek, the colorful fruits and paper planes, the silly cats on window pains, and everything else in her whirl winded brain, as she climbed out the hole while it started to rain.

Silence

Silence is peaceful but deadly, more so then a depressing medley; it never makes a single sound, so mute, when a pin dropped on the ground; it was loud with rage; angry and vicious, which almost made you feel suspicious. You couldn’t of now just started comprehending, so turn you mind on and stop pretending, that everything is all just black and white, like a silent movie picture at night. Night and day we hear the people sing, bells ding, bees sting, and cellphones ring, which fills the air of not a thing, to making noise which is something. But soon enough we will all die, and nothing will be left alive; except for the silence which is now not there, but just remember it’ll always be here.

Shine

What’s the one thing that makes your clock tick; makes your passion run wild? Weather its singing, dancing, or something out of the blue, everyone has one thing that makes them who they truly are. What do you do to unwind; to put you mind at ease and make every troubling thought slip away just for a little while? Part of finding yourself is finding the one thing that makes all the rest of the world fade away, so that you’re the only one left standing; the one with all the freedom possible. Once you find that special thing, you’ll know where your heart belongs; so make the world your stage and never be afraid to shine.

Inspiration

What inspires you? This is a question to me that has many answers but at the same time it’s a difficult question because, sometimes it’s hard to find inspiration, then again most of the time your just not looking close enough. Quotes give me a lot of inspiration at times; they make you think and look at things from a different perspective. Songs hold inspiration to me to; behind every song theirs a story, feeling, and purpose. Dance and relaxing exercises inspire me; When I’m at peace and relaxation with my body and mind it makes me think clearly. When looking for inspiration remember one thing; everything around you holds creativity and inspiration, you just have to look for the keys to unlock it.

Christmas

I hate Christmas. All the Santa Claus junk and the greedy kids asking for a million presents and the crap they try to sell you because it’s “holiday season”. I hate the stupid clichés and the dumb mistletoe and how damn bloody happy everyone is because nothing could go wrong because it’s Christmas. The thing I hate most is the awful, overplayed holiday music, and how they make a million different versions of one Christmas song, and how every time I walk into a store theirs the same holiday crap playing in a loop like a record, that no matter how much you try to break, you just can’t. I hate this holiday altogether except for one thing; the magical feeling I get when I’m all alone in the living room at night looking at the beautiful lights on the Christmas tree. It’s not about the ornaments or the tree; it’s the lights that makes everything magical.

A Clever Eye

My dreams are like a whole other world where anything I want is possible. In every light source theirs power; my power is my mind, speeding around like a car on the racetrack. With this said all I know for certain is one thing; when my adrenaline is pumping and my mind is thinking there’s nothing that can stop me.

Some people say there’s nothing like the feeling you get when you’re on drugs; the rush and excitement of the moment. Imagine the whole world upside down or swirled all around you in bright exhilarating colors like the colors of a candy cane or the swirls going round and round in a brightly colored pinwheel.

But to every drug there’s a rise and a crash like a gigantic wave. The crash the wave is so simple yet it can be either peaceful or deadly. It starts out small and low like a siren in the far distance but as it gets closer it gets bigger and louder until it crashes hard and violently.

The one thing drugs can’t do, is give us a consequence free life with the same rush and excitement. If you; like me have a clever eye then you can truly see the magic of life with your Conscience and your heart.

Falling Crowns

Falling crowns where kingdoms lie, that used to stand then went awry;
Tearing apart at the seems, like books that hold forgotten dreams.

Of stories told very long ago, of magical things like Princess Snow; and the wonders of life all held inside, the hearts of little kids worldwide.

They Imagine the worlds of fairy tales, and crazy things like talking whales; and little girls dream of the day, Their prince will come and take them away.

To a magical castle big and grand, with knights and horses across the land; with fancy gloves and ballgowns too, and we cannot forget the magic shoe.

The crown falls off when you start to think, everything is not just pink; and there’s no such thing as silly stuff, like blowing down a house with a huff and a puff.

You are now big but you were one small, so don’t forget about it all; don’t stop wishing upon a star, and always stay true to who you are.

What Covers and What Is

Waves crashing on the ocean; sounds filling your ears but not voices, not people, not distractions, but simply the wind, the trees, and the waves. Some people say silence can lead two things; Peace, Insanity, or both. You don’t care who thinks you’re crazy, but in your heart and your head you know the waves are calling your name. There telling you to let go of every bloody, Darkened, coldhearted thing that has led you to where you are now, and just breathe, listen, feel, think, and remember. Some people think of the ocean as just a dirty water wasteland, but to me it’s so much more. It’s not what you see on the surface, it’s what you see under the surface that really matters the most. Under that outer shell is a whole life; different from our own in every way, that has so many secrets, Treasures, and endless possibilities. The problem with a lot of us is that we can sometimes feel like were better than something or someone else, even though we’ve only seen the outer shell. Just remember that the cover of the book doesn’t matter because what’s inside could be absolutely different and amazing.

Perfection

Perfection. A word that often gets portrayed in a lot of different ways. The reality of it is nothing is perfect. This is and will always be a fact because for something to be truly “perfect” everyone in the whole entire world would have to portray it that way. No one has the same views, opinions, or ways of thinking so nothing is truly perfect to everyone. To me perfect is something you see that has no fault to you; in your eyes. Most people say something’s perfect even though they see the flaws in it because that’s what they love despite the flaws. Therefore nothing is perfect in everyone’s eyes but there is and will always be something perfect in your eyes.

Attached

Sitting there makes me feel like I want to just burst into tears or punch something so hard I break my wrist. ” Don’t start crying, not now” I keep telling myself. If I start crying, really crying I’m afraid I’ll never stop like a endless flowing river, so long you don’t know where it ends or if it ends at all. You turn to certain people for warmth in your life, if they all leave your left feeling bare; empty. When you have a lot of people you get attached to leave you it makes you afraid to get attached to anyone at all. All you can think is ” if I get attached they’ll end up leaving you to”. Staying unattached might be easier, but it also can make life insufferable. Therefore you have to get attached to someone or your life won’t have that much meaning to you or anyone else.