I believe in daydreams

I believe in daydreams and warm cups of tea

Hand written postcards sent from you to me 

I believe in laughter shared with a friend

Long summer days that you never want to end

 

 I believe in lips that speak only of love

 The greatest of all reigns from up above

 

 

A New Dawn

A new dawn broke through winter's chill

And with it, I could sense a thrill

From within me hope began to spill

It watered my garden of dreams and will 

Like Lillie's, and pretty daffodils 

My heart began to blossom and refill 

The life within me that was once so still

Now took flight like birds over hills

 The winter drew back into darkness until

The dawn of spring brought back my will

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Frost Bitten Berries

Huddled together for warmth from the January frost, they were small, fragile but bold in their beauty.  The bluest sky lies above them. The whitest blanket of snow beneath their dangling clusters. They were chilled, cold, being pushed about by the brisk wind which only helped to make them look more adorable. 

Photo and words by me

Summer Was Here

Catch the sun in a photo, lock it in

 Press the summer rain into your skin 

Wear every flower in your hair

 Never forget summer was here.

Spilling Ink: The beautiful beast

Eyes like diamonds

Teeth like pearls

Skin like satin

Hair that curls

Make him gentle, make him fine, if he be all this…make him mine

And from the spell made by the young queen’s brew came a boy with thin limbs and features off skew. The queen gasped as she saw the hideous sight, trying hard not to deplore him. Trying, with all her might. She put him in room, dark colored with little light and kept the boy hidden for 20 years, out of sight.

Only the queen knew of the beast behind the door. She would hold him and bring him gifts from her kingdom’s store. The boy grew in that room never seeing his own face. He grew to be playful, wise and full of grace.

The boy, now a man, asked why he need stay behind the walls. The queen said he was so beautiful the world would be appalled. They would look at him and see their own ugliness within. They would hate themselves by hating him and see their own sins. The man asked why he had never seen his own reflection. The queen said this was for his own protection.

The man said why, what harm could it do. The queen said the man would become like others, vain and untrue. You will love yourself only with your eyes, and that is wrong said the queen, tis better to love with your heart which feels rather than sees beauty. The man was content with the answer and said he would stay in the unlit room for his own safety.

He told the queen she must be very beautiful indeed. The queen smiled but felt ashamed and full of greed. She had made the man to suit her own ideals and when he turned out to be different she locked him away. On her thrown of gold she sat high with pride, while her subjects suffered night and day.

The queen cried in her room, why am I like this? She cried on her bed and with her whole heart made a wish. Make me more like the man, humble and pure. If there be a way from these evils, let me find the cure.

The day after that the queen went to the man and said, “to you there is something I must tell.” I made you from a brew; I made you from a spell and when the spell went wrong I banished you to hell. The man seemed puzzled for he lived joyfully. How can this be hell, when you have done so much for me?

“I would have loved you more, if the spell went as it should. I would have given you all of me, and more if I could.”

The man asked do you love me now with your heart? The queen said yes, for you are kind, gentle, loving and smart. The man asked the queen to give the man some light. So he may for once, gaze upon the queen’s sight. The queen lit a candle and stepped into the glow. Upon seeing her beauty the man bowed his head low. My queen, he said, to me your heart has been fair. You have shown me love, mercy and that you care.

The queen realized that there had been a change in her. And from this feeling something began to stir. The queen took the man outside and proclaimed:

“I am in love and things will no longer be the same.”

She was kinder to subjects; her people were amazed. All across the lands, the people gave her praise. For she was different, her heart was now true. Now longer drenched in vanity, away her problems flew.

On the day the man and she wed, she was happy, of this you can be sure. For she loved him and he loved her.

We move lightly

Life occurs in little steps. Though there may be great leaps you must take from time to time, the majority of what your life becomes happens as a result of little, unnoticed, almost insignificant moments. But they're not insignificant are they? They are you.

They are your breakfasts, the movie you chose to see last weekend, the shoes you wore out from your morning runs, the posters on your bedroom wall, the crush you never revealed, the seat you pick on the bus, the first text you ever sent, the spill on the rug you could never get out, the scent of your first love on your clothes, the dance you decided to sit out, the alarm you sleep through, the first day of school, the last day of work before your dream vacation, the swing set your father would push you on, the first curfew you broke, the side of the bed you always sleep on, that perfect dream you had a month ago, the dog that always barks you down when you pass by, the chill of the wind as you realize summer is ending, the jeans that no longer fit, your favorite meal at your favorite restaurant, the clock ticking in the background as you try to finish a mountain of work, the scratchy feeling in your throat when you feel a cold coming on, the greeting of your furry friend, the anticipated dawn on Christmas, the compliment on your new haircut, the deep feeling of missing someone in the same room as you, the fear of telling someone how you really feel, the sigh after a hard day as you wind down, the yawn that comes when you're bored, that birthday where you felt rushed to put your life together, that quick text to say you're on your way, days spent indoors wondering what everyone else is doing, the disappointed feeling of working so hard and getting nothing in return, the first real fight with your first real friend, the feeling that brushes your heart when someone you care about smiles...because of you.

 And day by day these little moments that no one notices but us shapes us into these beings we call humans. We are little things, doing little things, that one day becomes a big deal. It's all life.

We Move Lightly by Dustin O'Halloran

Goldroom Fifteen

A late August sunset is partly clouded over. The winds rustle the dulling green leaves. The atmosphere is hazy, like looking through a foggy glass. It feels like you're struggling to remember the summer. Your mind is as cloudy as the sky above. Then, in the background of the evening stars, plays a song that brings it all back.

Fifteen by Goldroom Featuring Chela

August Arrives

August sneaks up on you like a kitten in the grass, eyeing a butterfly that has perched itself onto a fully blossomed flower whose leaves are beginning to show signs of age.

Like the butterfly, resting peaceful in the sun, you are suddenly shaken as a tiny innocent paw reaches out to touch you.

 August means no harm, but it appears out of nowhere forcing you to look back on the time you had and the time you have left.

You scan your summer to-do list, still hopeful. It's only August. September hasn't made it's way around yet.

 Like the butterfly, you swiftly move off to another corner of  the garden, locating another resting place to feel what is left of summer on your wings.

August doesn't let you fully rest. Your insides are fluttering with all you still wish to accomplish.

 I will leave my sun on you a little while longer, Autumn says. I will grant you a little more time.

 Like the sweet playful kitten, Autumn moves back to a quiet corner, watching you, reminding you that it is only a matter of time before there is no more time left.

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Wandering and wondering

I took a long walk down a busy street, letting faces pass without looking. I let the noises raid my inner and took in the scents of city life. Wandering and wondering how the world became this way; it's so mechanical. Even me, walking down these paved cemented lanes am robotically fixated on getting to my destination. I then remember I have no real destination. I'm simply walking. I'm walking because everyone else around me is walking and I make the assumption that they're going somewhere so I too pretend my life is important enough to need me to meet some destination. But what if they're like me-- going nowhere--just trying to look busy and failing to look around them at all the life that is waiting to be discovered among the mechanical mayham.

Les étoiles

The stars are my friends

The moon is my lover

The sea tells my tales

In a soft dreamy whisper

The earth knows my secrets 

It keeps them burried well

The rain owns my heart

Our love is unrevealed

Adelaide Love

The long road/La longue route

I took the long road to get here
That was my mistake, but I don't care
I made a wrong turn a mile or so back
It threw me off, set things out of whack
I could have followed the others ahead
But that would mean passing you instead
You were the destination; the place I want to be
I'm sorry for the wait; will you still love me?

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 J'ai pris la longue route pour arriver ici 
C'est mon erreur, mais je n'ai pas de soins 
J'ai fait un mauvais virage un mile de retour 
Il m'a jeté hors, mettre les choses détraqué 
J'ai pu suivre les autres à venir 
Mais cela signifierait que vous passer à la place 
Vous avez été la destination, l'endroit Je veux être 
Je suis désolé pour l'attente; vous m'aimez toujours?

Adelaide Love

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December Dreams

I woke up with a pounding in my heart

a pounding in my heart to let day start

I found the courage to shake of the dust

shake of the dust and learn to trust 

I whispered kindly to the snow

whispered to the snow to let my heart grow 

Let me twirl in winter's mirth

twirl in the mirth until spring's rebirth

The snow said clearly

  said clearly to me, laugh and love for you are free

In that blanket of white

  blanket of white I let my December dreams ignite

Dress: H&M

Sweater: Thrifted

Gloves: Navi's Castle

Boots: Thrifted

Necklace: Tiffany's

Tights: Ardene

Swimming in Sushi

It's not the only meal in town.
It's just the only one I chow down.
I could eat it night and day.
I can't seem to stay away.
In my belly fishes swim
But at least it keeps me trim

The girl who lived in her blind spot

She gets lost a lot.
She takes long walks through the forest of her mind, exploring the landscape but can never find her way out.
She's a sweet piece of work with good intentions but disturbed.
She plants seeds of love but forgets to tend her garden.
She can never remember where she left her heart, always leaving it in one person's care or another.
She buys dreams wrapped in brown paper packages and keeps them wrapped up.
She collects personalities and puts them on a display, dusting them off regularly.
She never knows where she's going or where she came from.
Oh but the journey with her is something of perfection. She will keep you entertained with stories and song that you will forget how treacherous the path is. You will not feel the rain under the umbrella of her laughter.
Bring her water for her garden.
Hold onto her heart so she may not be overwhlemed with searching for it.
Give her a compass to find her way home.

Madam Freedom

She wore blossoms in her hair 

And lived her life without a care

She flew high, past mountain tops

And planted dreams by growing crops

She was wild and she was free

She made magic grow in me 

She was flesh and she was soul

She made love her only goal 

~Adelaide Love