Different

Different turned out to be the same.
Different is not so different after all.
Different is another finger in your hand,
They are not all the same length, but are all made of clay.
Different is just like any other day,
We all share the same moon and the same sun.
We all have our hearts broken,
But this feeling,I can't describe it nor can I explain it.
It’s different

Rockie Lullaby

They say that if you constantly concentrate on the same thought and keep thinking of it over and over again, God will grant you your wish as the universe speeds the process of bringing this thought into a reality.
Positive thinking it is; you are beyond any doubt 24 hours a day, seven days a week running through my heart, mind and soul.
I know that I will be able to hold you sooner than later. I am sure that I will embrace you today before tomorrow and I know that I will love you an entire lifetime and all the ones after.
As you lay there asleep, my only consolation is the hope that it is ME you are dreaming of.

Two weeks' notice

Tongue tied yet again.
Blinded from all the ugly.
Fascinated by the beauty.
Who needs a two weeks’ notice, when you’ve got the rest of your life?
Frozen frames.
Pictures that talk.
A portrait broken.
Who needs shades of a blurry memory, when you’ve got the real thing?
Flowers that blossom.
A beautiful blue sky.
Stars that twinkle.
Who needs dark nights, when you’ve got sunshine their your side?
Tongue tied yet again.
Vision never been as clear.
As I bow before God for this precious gift : love.

Past syndrome

Would it be okay if I just flip the coin?
Would it be okay if I just rip those pages out?
Would it be okay if I erase all the words I said?
Would it?
In an ideal world, I wouldn’t even have to ask for permission.
What other side of the coin?
What pages when they will be replaced by others?
What words when I know how loud they echo?
What for?
In an ideal world, where no shred of emotion is shown?
Would it be okay if I curl up in my pile of coins, drown myself in the pages of my past and replay the words that are wearing me down?
In an ideal world the past doesn’t follow you to the future, it doesn’t bother you, it only watches you from a distance.
But does it really??

Ten years of Red

I remember ten years ago, and how everything tasted and looked better. Ten years ago and how laughter was the best medicine the doctor prescribed. Ten years ago and how my only concern was how to make the most of every day.
Ten for some is just a number, a digit, a period of time, but for me it holds the best of memories.
And for a while now, I feel like I’ve gone back ten years in time, back to those happy moments, when things didn’t cost much, when money wasn’t every person’s concern, when little gestures counted, when happiness was in the presence of those we love, valued in good company and appreciated with a smile. I wish I was introduced to the color red ten years ago, and maybe then things would’ve never changed and stayed the same.