Wonder of it All

I always thought I knew where I wanted to go

When I was a child- quite a long time ago

I always thought I knew what I wanted to be

Never would have imagined the day to dawn to actually see

I always thought the world was a pretty neat and small place

Now I know that there is much more out there-

so much more complex than this small, simple and confined space

I always thought it was commendable to exude confidence and strength

But now Im incapable of displaying fragility- even at my greatest length

I always thought Father Time would alter alter my perception

Could have never conceived any more of a disconcerting alteration

I thought I saw my future 

Just four short years ago

Full of luster and excitement

A vastly fascinating show

However, molded by reality and sculpted actuality

I stand to here now to only wonder

About love and life and peculiar universal morality

Top of the World

The next time you accomplish something grand in your life don't forget to acknowledge one very important fact:

A pebble doesn't enjoy an arial view of the canyon without the boulders supporting it from underneath.

Where I Belong

Here is a bird that sits and sighs
All the way up in its nest above the skies
Longing to know what is beyond
But it is bounded by an inevitable strong bond

It hears about the dangers and much more
Yet they all seem insignificant
For all it wants to do is soar
Contemplating about its gilded cage
As it is slowly filled with frustration and rage

It sees the other birds fly around
And years that one day soon
It could finally feel like it belonged to its crowd

In the little time she was able to search
She stumbled upon a life changing perch
It filled her soul with love and joy
For the little time she was able to enjoy
Because she finally allowed her surroundings to seep through
Something she thought she would never do

Somewhere along her journey she realized
That down below there was more to life than just pain and lies
If you look closely enough you will find
That there is beauty and joy
Amongst the rubble of the everyday coy
This however goes by the many flock
Who don't care much, all they seem to do is mock

Her time flew by so fast
That she regret having to put it in the past
For what she knew she possessed all along
She had gained so much appreciation
Its changed her
It made her strong

Yet she couldn't break loose
All she could do was sit and muse
Because no matter how much she tried
All she could do was sit inside herself and cry
For no matter how similar to theirs
She couldn't help but feel foreign with them
Even though it was all in her head

She returned to her nest full of excitement
But her strive for something different was greeted with disappointment
What she discovered they will never know
"Maybe?" she thought, "its because they failed to see its glow.."

Then again she couldn't leave her nest, her home
For she kept them close to her heart
But the things that she yearned for
Could have possibly torn them apart

As she looked up at the sparkling night sky
She knew somewhere deep in her heart
Someday everything would be fine
And everything and everyone around her would shine

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Pitter-Patter

So Ive been thinking,

Nothing, absolutely nothing,

can conjure up tender emotions and make one cry

Other than the ones they truly and dearly love.

Tears of parting when forced to say good bye

Tears of joy you will get to see me cry

Tears of pain that refuse to remain behind my eyes

Tears of love that will never be shed as silent cries

Gentle smiles will softly form upon my face

As the sun rises and sets

at its quickened or slowed pace

See

If today was yesterday
It would all become so clear
The laughter, the sadness, the jadedness my dear

To see yourself again
As a cheery and happy child
Would allow you to gaze beyond a simple reflection
To relinquish all the ild

I can not make you see
What you truly mean to me
And so I quietly sit beside
In your aura I simply reside

Your not the child that you once were
You are beyond definition
Beyond the simplicity of her

If she could look across the distance
She would envy your persistence
Your influence over me
But even more so
I believe she would be furious
At the person you desperately can not see

Luckily today is not tomorrow
So please forgo this foolish sorrow
Pull back the raven locks from your glowing face
And leave nothing of this nonsense
Not even a single trace

The present would be Times gift to me
When you render your tenderness so givingly
And I can aspire to someone I want to be

Desire

Yours is the touch I yearn to feel
Yours that was gentle and purely so surreal
Yours is the touch I sometimes desire
Fully aware it will unearth a perfidious unnerved ordeal by fire

And should the wind happen to blow you once again  my way
Dawn would transform into a wretched and most impious of a day
Because I know I could never recapture that desire
When I'm mulling over the formation of the guise I eagerly aspire

Await

I have absolutely nothing to hide

And yet every last bit to conceal

To tuck away

As the sun rises and sets

Day after Day

I do this out of fear

I do it with all my might

But I can not seem to restrain it

As it persists to be let out at night

Basking in the stoic pale moonlight

It sweetly awaits for the day

For the time to frolic beneath tender sun light

Or just simply go out to play

And I too await for the day

To awake with the scent of sweet morning dew

When it and I can peacefully lay

And this long and tumultuous fight would finally be through