Love

I had a dream once, that I knew how to fly.
Things were so simple for there was only to try.

Failure didn't exist and dreams all came true.
Anything happened, you had only to do.

A decision once made turned to success all in one.
Goals were achieved and all was for fun.

But this dream was dreary, and soon I awoke.
Leaving that land where the system was broke.

For in my strange dream there was never a pain.
People never left, and no hope was in vain.

There was no work, heartache, or sorrow.
You didn't have to wait, even for a tomorrow.

Misery was gone, but this dream broke my heart.
In a place where an end was right at the start.

For Hell's a great teacher and pain knows its place.
In the real world where you oft lose the race.

The black pit of sorrow in an endless dark night,
Is the place where you finally learn how to fight.

For you can stay there and cry to yourself.
Spend your whole life like a helpless doll on a shelf.

Or you can be great, and learn where you stand.
And earn the whole world by the work of your hand.

As you struggle and scrape, you'll fall back in the hole.
With little success and nothing to show.

Once again you will have to find why,
You will have to know why you decided to try.

No one will tell you how, when, or where.
No one can make you, or teach you to care.

You're all alone in your worthless estate.
You're the only one who will tell you you're great.

The miracle is this: that's all you need.
Know yourself and you shall succeed.

And in that day, when you truly can fly,
You will know how you got there, and you'll know why.

You will know how to love, for you've lost it all.
You'll run the swiftest for you've had to crawl.

And that is the dream- and I won't awake.
To loose it all and fight, for love's sake.

Haiku

Grammar is vital.
People cannot punctuate.
I hate everyone.

Magic

You're a series of yesterdays,

and promised tomorrows,

ripped calander pages,

and time that you borrowed.

You're a child who woke up,

The very next day,

With dust on your toys,

Who forgot how to play.

Through seasons that changed,

While the leaves fell,

You forgot all the stories,

You once knew so well.

Of dragons, knights,

and princesses fair,

You turned your back,

For you do not dare:


To believe in hopes,

And whimsical things!

Of witch's brew,

And fairy wings.

Of castles laden,

With secrets- trapped doors.

Of fairy godmothers,

and trampoline floors.

You cannot believe,

In a fairytale end,

Because faith isn't currency,

Or something to spend.

So in all the pages,

From yesteryear,

Each passing day,

The world taught you fear.

Well unlearn it right now!

Life is not to be Grim,

Every day is a chance,

To act on a whim!

How dizzingly brilliant,

Life would then be,

If we all believe in magic,

And what we can't see.

Delicate

People have delicate skin, flowers have delicate pedals, but life remains more delicate than any of these.
Seconds pass on a daily basis, almost unnoticed. We go about our days in a rushed blur of check marks and appointments.
60 seconds.
Stop and count it out, one one-thousand, two one-thousand, three... how many times have you taken a breath? How many times did your heart beat?
60 seconds is all it takes to level a city in a natural disaster.
60 seconds is long enough for a heart to stop beating.
60 seconds is enough time to destroy a memory.
60 seconds is enough time to lose someone you love.

60 seconds is all it takes to change your life.

Less than a minute is all it takes to receive a phone call. The voice on the other end tells you that in less than 10 seconds there was a serious accident. Three seconds to process and realize that the damage of that moment is more substantial than the time that ticked by as a silent spectator. Then the seconds mock you as they hover, unpassing and heavy. You wait for the news...the results...the repercussions of less than 10 seconds. Minutes and hours are between each thought, each possibility, as suddenly you reach some limbo between conscious thought and emotional-irrational reactions. The worse that can happen is all that you pray will never exist.

Miracles happen in 60 seconds.