Inspirational Writing

Writing in a Warzone

Love should make you happy. It makes all the stars in the sky sparkle that much more, especially when you look up at the sky from the ground with the one you gave your heart to. It makes the sun go down to the sun rise of a beautiful new day.

Love should make you smile. Laughing is better than crying, and when I feel like crying, that's when I start to laugh. If you know me, and you see something is bothering me, then you know that when I'm laughing, I'm trying so hard not to cry.

Love skips a beat.When the holder of your heart whispers "I love you" you can't help but to hold your breath and wait for their arms to wrap around you. That when your feeling safe and secure in their embrace, nothing can go wrong.
When they love you back. That is the greatest feeling when it is no lie because then you're not alone. You don't have to take on the weight of the world on your own. That your are finally someone else's number one priority.

Love is knowing all about someone and still wanting to be with him and by his side, more than any other person.

Love is trusting them enough to tell them every single thing about yourself including the things you might be ashamed of.

Loving someone so deeply gives the strength to keep going when you wouldn't normally have the ability to, but being loved so deeply gives you the courage to.

The fact that you get butterflies in the pit of your stomach when someone mentions their name. They are all you can think about. You don't want them to let you go.

If they complete you, make you happy, and support you through everything. They love you unconditionally.

Where all their mistakes and past is forgiveable and you feel like you can't live without them.

But what is love? Is it the feeling you get when you lay eyes on them? Is it the feeling you get when you know they love you back?

I believe it is the way you made me whole, the way you hold me close. It isn't the jewelry they buy you, or the fact that they gave you their class ring to wear (which is still VERY cute) love is indescribable. There is no definition.You just feel it, and you know it's there.

But there is no love without you, dear.

It's only life

We only wish for things in our life that make us feel; feel what other things or people don't. That's why we have friends, love, favorites and hobbies. This is what I wish for:

To be able to write my book and eventually publish it. It's been my dreams to be a successful writer.

To be friends with the same group of people. I'm sick and tired of losing people close to me.

To not feel like life is too complicated to live it.

To see the sunrise without a care in the world, only the rebirth of a new day as the sun climbs the sky.

I want to be able to be good enough for myself, and do good enough for myself and everyone else.

I don't want to feel weak anymore because I know I'm not.

I want a relationship that doesn't end in a fight. "Because everytime we start to fight, we never seem to get it right, and everytime you make me cry, I love you a little bit more."

That people could see me as I am, especially you.

Not to have to fake it.

That one day it won't hurt to hear the words you once said to me.

Because someday, I could be happy again too. I deserve it.

But I guess we all want. That's only life.

From Ice to Fire, From Rain to Flames

From Ice to Fire, From Rain to Flames

How can a single being touch my soul and carry my heart?

How can one touch my heart and set me free?

Even as I don't pretend to be someone but myself, or someone I'm not.
A single shiver let's me know I'm awake,
That I'm not dreaming;

That reality is finally better than my dreams.

What life without love is better than the subconscious of the night?
Where the only things surrounding me with warmth and safety are the sheets I sleep beneath.
I wish to never lose this feeling,

this warm tingling in my chest,

this fuzzy fluttering in my stomach.

How can it be that my dreams don't seem as great?

Because I've found something better,

something to keep me going through the storm.

The continuous, everlasting storm,

the rain and clouds that always surround;

how can it be that the rain turns to flames,

and every last word evaporates when just being in the presence of the loving.

How would I know that the cold, desolate heart of ice could feel the warmth of fire and flames?

When the owner of that heart never thought possible.

Is it wrong to visualize this as a one-time, terminable thing?

That one such as I could be scared of this ending as it has before,

Is it bad to feel paranoid,

that every moment could be the last,

every memory could be tarnished,

that I would be the only unable to let go should it head south?

Could the ice extinguish the flames that warm my soul?

Or am I just scared that a love can't be had,

that all the seconds of eternity wouldn't be long enough?

From ice to fire, from rain to flames,

This heart has irrevocably and completely changed.

The ice cold is bearable now,

because of the heat melting through,

just as easily through my barriers;

the ones I surround myself with too.

It isn't effortless to reach my heart through the many walls placed around it,

though with ease you seem to float passed as if they were non-existent.

How is it possible for this to be painless?

What you do just by breathing is more than I could ever ask for.

The bitter cold is beginning fade,

and trickle down till all that's left is what was inside the barricaded confinement.

Without what you've given me, I'd have never been free.

It wasn't only love or you that you'd given,

Also the will and courage to fly,

To spread the wings so long ago forgotten.

From ice to fire, from rain to flames,

I'd give up everything,

I love you all the same.

Within Life itself

I'm pretty much psyched about posting the excerpt from my book here on my blog! Thank you for all the wonderful comments, views, followers, and likes of my writer page on facebook! I will be posting another excerpt shortly...not sure when but soon! I'm happy that people are realizing my talent. I want to take a second and realize other people's loves, passions, and talents. I am writing, it is what I do and what I love.

I love this song! Even though James Durbin struggled with having Tourrettes syndrome, he went on to realize his dreams.
You only live once.. so go for your dreams no matter what. It took me so long to realize so many things.

   

Under this Mask

Under this Mask

Under this mask that protects me dear,

Can you see the lies?

Under these covered eyes and ears,

Is it you hearing my shattered cries?

Under all this scar-filled skin,

Can you see through my disguise?

Under every faint beat of the heart,

When you can’t find the courage or the will to start,

Under the tears and blood on my face,

Do you see the empty space?

Under my truths,

Do you see my youth?

Under the attitude that I can’t control,

I, think I was given an unchangeable role,

Under this self-governing queen,

Why am I still searching for the perfect king?

Under all the bruises, scars, and busted lip,

Oh, that witch has got you whipped,

Under my pressure of being a good friend,

I am in a skirmish match until the end.

Under the struggle of being better and best,

I lost my true qualities,

Under all my long dyed hair,

Do my dreams and aims even compare?

Under this held up mask,

Oh no, here I am,

I seemed to have appeared.

Forever And Always

Forever and Always

You’re all that I want,
And all that I do miss,
As your smell still lingers on my jacket,
And your touch still slowly plays on my arm.
So much about you has made me realize that you were so perfect,

In every possible way,

Yet I could not see,

Till after you left me.

Is all that I’ll ever love forever and always gone?

Or is it just the fight that can separate a soul?

And break a heart,

But not harm him one bit,
Not even a tear,

Not even a tear he has shed,

Not for a single kiss we’ve shared,

When our lips brushed upon,

Smooth as they are,

Yet full of love and passion.

How can it not pain him?

When all I ever feel is yearning for his every glance,

And every part of his heart,

Greedy as I may,

Not for money,

But for the love that we once shared.

Will we be apart in a rut of forever and always?

Will I keep this fluttery feeling for you till you come back?

I do miss you,

Hope do I plead that you will come back,

One day saying, “I love you, forever and always.”

Or is that asking too much?