After the Hurt

When I was a child at the playground I remember being told,“Don’t climb on that, you’re going to fall and hurt yourself.” But I was stubborn, kept at it, and ending up hurting myself. After a while though, the hurt went away; I quickly forgot about it and went at it again, a bit cautiously, but kept at it. Now when I think back, I laugh at those times because it’s funny. I learned through the bumps and bruises, while having fun.

I’m now at the point where I ask myself, “Did I have fun? Did I enjoy the ride while it lasted? Did I learn something?” I want to take those experiences with me so I can make something better for next time. Of course, I’ve needed to compose myself and exhaust that hurt out but I want to stop wasting so much time dwelling on the hurt.

In spirit, we are all young – we should be like that little kid in the park getting on all the rides, some we enjoy a lot and some aren’t for us yet we don’t find ourselves sitting on a bench over a small bump while everyone around us is having fun. We need to get up, get over it and move forward. And, don’t forget to have fun! 

Moving On!

It is finally time,

For me to move on.

Reach out towards old hopes,

And forgotten dreams,

And take them back.

I pray that they

Are still waiting for me.

The memories fly past,

Impossible to take hold of,

Though something deep inside me

Would give anything to try.

I close my eyes

And exhale those feelings.

They no longer have a place here.

Those days of staring up at the sky,

And wishing for a clearer tomorrow,

Are over for us.

You are no longer that person

I used to know,

And I no longer wish to be

That person you knew.

I have to move forward,

Though sometimes I can’t help

But look back.

Reminisce about those smiles we had

And those laughs we shared.

I will never forget those days,

But nothing is holding me back anymore.

Dream On

Some of us are natural dreamers,

We could paint a picture together,

We're talented at it, we have a skill,

We dream whilst climbing the big hill,

We dream at home,

We dream when we're alone,

We dream at school,

Cuz' dreaming is cool!

We could pass exams in dreaming,

Getting a grades and merits effortlessly,

We just can't help it!

Not everyone's a natural dreamer, I'll admit,

But most of us start off that way,

Our minds like telling stories all day,

Or jumping off tangents, know what I mean?

Painting pictures or creating crazy scenes!

Why do we like dreaming?

Cuz' dreaming is believing!

The biggest problem with dreaming is,

Adults don't always appreciate it,

They are most likely to get annoyed,

If you are dreaming,

When you should be eating,

Your dinner or tidying you room,

We just can't help it!

Adults sometimes tell us that dreaming is Bad,

They will tell you dreaming is a waste of time,

My message is - Don't listen!

It may be a concern for others,

But dreaming isn't bad,

It's actually good,

Better than hot chocolate, fudge cake in fact,

And not many things in life are better than that,

Dreaming is the most powerful kind of magic,

It really does the trick,

Of making things happen.

How? Well, you dream up a story,

And then write it down,

But that's not what I really mean,

I'm talking about dreams that focus on the future,

Dreams of things you'd like to be,

Things you'd like to achieve,

Your potential,

A dream that is special,

And if you dream, you can do it,

So go on...

Dream on!

Sun's Message on Hope

You render me hope,

You infuse in strength,

With your diminishing rays,

You lend me a secret,

O mighty setting sun…

Waver not o wounded soul…

The world you are searching for,

Is just at the bend…

Every time I set,

I rise again so…

Keep on walking on this path of faith…

Do not stop…

You will never fail…

Your destiny shall bow at your feet...

Just be strong...

Do not retreat... do not retreat…?

Owner of a Lonely Heart

I gaze out to the stars in heaven
A million souls gathered
They seem to be in good company
We never see the tragic truth

Each star stands on its own
Crowded by strangers
Not another star caring for another
I share the pain of the star

I watch a thousand people pass me by
Never giving a second glance
An unimportant being in their life
They hardly notice my presence

My heart is broken
Held together by will
I want to live
Even if I will never know love again

A rambling fool to some
A curious wander to others
The truth of me is hardly known
No one truly wants to know

In all honesty
I am alone in my heart
Knowing the path I walk on
Was not built for two

I will continue to wander
Observing history as it passes
Maybe one day to my surprise
Love and hope will prove me wrong…

Tell Me!

Tell me how high can you

fly with broken wings

Tell me how long can you

survive a broken heart

Tell me how many tears

can drown away your sorrow

Tell me how can you breathe

with so much emptiness inside

Tell me how can your dawn rise

amidst the darkness around you

Tell me why the sunshine

makes you burn inside

Tell me is there an ocean deep

enough to bury your pain

Tell me how can you smile

when your spirit is barely alive

Tell me how can your broken soul

drift to the shore of hope

Tell me how can you love

when you lost faith in your heart

Tell me how can you trust

with shadows of doubt all around you

Tell me how can you be strong

on these shattered grounds

Tell me what good is tomorrow

when you can’t keep up with today

Healing a Broken Heart

A friend emailed this to me. I am currently at Stage 4 and my heart is well on the road to recovery.

You definitely know it’s time to stop brooding over your broken heart when you start to notice that your friends are ditching you (for some odd reason, analyzing the “break-up hug” for 3 hours a pop seems boring to them). This grieving process is perfectly natural, and everyone has their own way of getting over a broken heart.

STAGE 1: THE REALIZATION – Lately you notice that things have been a bit rocky between you and your partner, well rocky may be an understatement. TREMULOUS, ROLLER COASTER RIDE FROM HELL is much more like it. Somehow, the sparks that were flying at the beginning of the relationship have now turned into an uncontrollable forest fire. Ultimately, you need to muster up the courage and face the fact that things aren’t working.

STAGE 2: THE ACTUAL REALIZATION – Okay, so, what happens now when you realize you can never call them again for a quick cup of coffee… or, at all? What if you start to miss them? You might start to think maybe it wasn’t a good idea to break up after all. And then you have an epiphany. Of course it was a good idea — the relationship wasn’t working out. Just keep reminding yourself why you broke up in the first place and don’t call them.

STAGE 3: THE CRAPPY PART - Once you realize that your life will be different this is what I call the crap-pi-phany (like epiphany). You go through the phase of listening to songs that remind you of them. Life may seem over, but trust me, time heals all wounds and even a broken heart will mend over time.

STAGE 4: THE RAGE - Bitterness. You list all their annoying traits that you once thought was actually cute. You get up of the sofa and dress to impress. Now that you look good and feel good you can actually say and believe, “if they don’t want me, that’s their problem, not mine.” Over time you start missing them less and less.

STAGE 5: THE CRUSH - Over time you’ll begin to realize that your ex isn’t the only one in the world. Wow! There are some damn fine peeps in this city. Even if you’re not ready to start an intense relationship with somebody else, get out there and start having fun again. You’ll get over your ex a lot faster if you stop moping around.

STAGE 6: FREEDOM! -You haven’t thought about your ex in days, and BAM, there they are strolling down the street with someone else, AND your stomach doesn’t lurch as if there’s a gerbil on steroids lodged in your intestines, your face doesn’t even turn bright red. When you say hi, your ex looks more uncomfortable than you. You smile, because now you know you are finally free and ready to open up and love again.

This concludes my analysis of the trauma of a broken heart. Although some stages may be longer than others, the important thing to remember is, you WILL get over this. Over time the pain will heal and you’ll be ready to let others in and share your wonderful self with them. If they break your heart, learn, feel (because it’s important to be human), and live again. 

Dead Dreams

Take a shot with the pistol to the head.

Dreams pour out with idiocracy.

I can't stand this agonizing pain.

I shot myself because of the asomnia.

I want to finally rest in peace.

He stays with me as I count the red sheep.

I opened my eyes to find that I'm asleep.

Only to wake up and see it was a dream.

I cry bitter blood that taste to him sweet.

Therefore I shed my innocence to him with fear.

I loved him here as he should have loved me.

But somewhere I trust him be.

There as I die on the inside and my dreams fall asleep.

I'm empty on the inside as well as the out.

I cannot get rid of this pain that is bursting about.

So I close my eyes so I can sleep.

Because opening them will ruin my dreams.