To have a piece of their heart they can never take back.
To be trapped in their thoughts when you've no reason to be there.
To be the memory that feels real, no matter how old it grows.
To be the image they see when they're falling asleep.
Beyond time, beyond words, beyond promises made.
To finally find that love that won't fade.
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Monday, 12 March 2012
From my notebook - May 2011
...She throws herself forward as she spins and falls
A blur of motion madly hitting the walls.
Longing for a movement to help her take flight.
A solid intention with the end locked in sight.
To feel every moment that's lost in the blur.
Lifted in slow motion, the sensation would free her.
A blur of motion madly hitting the walls.
Longing for a movement to help her take flight.
A solid intention with the end locked in sight.
To feel every moment that's lost in the blur.
Lifted in slow motion, the sensation would free her.
WIP....Dancing with her memories
...Time suspended, spinning in circles
She waltzes round as the world moves on.
The sound of rain falls around her
She feels his lips seconds from hers.
Spirit lifted, heart slowly pounding
She prays she can always keep up the turns.
For she'd never trade her memories
Never forget their short, but perfect, dance.
She waltzes round as the world moves on.
The sound of rain falls around her
She feels his lips seconds from hers.
Spirit lifted, heart slowly pounding
She prays she can always keep up the turns.
For she'd never trade her memories
Never forget their short, but perfect, dance.
Sunday, 11 March 2012
From my Notebook - 26/09/07
... Silver songs of sordid tales
Nightmares harped by nightingales
Sing of hope and fear combined
The highs, the lows, enlaced, entwined
Without the lies who needs belief
Without our doubts would you reach as deep
Our rain, our stars, our storm, our beach
Your core to keep. True heights to reach.
Monday, 5 March 2012
Time flies when you're making changes...
When I started this blog last April I had every intention of recording things as they happened and yet suddenly its March 2012. Nearly a year on and I haven't added a single post! I have written - scribbled down thoughts, started to type the stories, worked on poems - but it's only now I find myself back here.
So what does nearly a year of experiences look like? Well I made the big move and quit my job last summer. I spent 3 months contracting part time, got involved in some fundraising for a local charity, spent some quality time with family, found some new dance classes, took more photos, had horse riding lessons, rode a bike by the sea, and then just after Christmas I jumped on a plane to Australia for a 2 month adventure.
I gave up my routines and habits. Tried to wipe the canvas clean and take a fresh look at how I really wanted to spend my time. It's been eye opening to see how clear things can become when you truly stop, sit back, look and most importantly listen to yourself. It sounds so simple when I put it like that, but I know only too well how difficult it can be. The noise of your life can get in the way and that feeling of clarity can feel a million miles away.
But here I am, back home, gearing up for the biggest leap yet and that hazy doubt of the past has cleared. In September I'll be going to university to take the first step towards a completely new career path. A huge change and a huge commitment. There are nerves and there's fear of the unknown but it's wrapped in excitement about the uncertainty, anticipation of the possibilities and a desire to experience every second. The fast forward reflex has gone and I'm ready to live and love each day again. To enjoy what I'm doing in that moment, with a plan in mind, but with the focus on the here and now.
So what does nearly a year of experiences look like? Well I made the big move and quit my job last summer. I spent 3 months contracting part time, got involved in some fundraising for a local charity, spent some quality time with family, found some new dance classes, took more photos, had horse riding lessons, rode a bike by the sea, and then just after Christmas I jumped on a plane to Australia for a 2 month adventure.
I gave up my routines and habits. Tried to wipe the canvas clean and take a fresh look at how I really wanted to spend my time. It's been eye opening to see how clear things can become when you truly stop, sit back, look and most importantly listen to yourself. It sounds so simple when I put it like that, but I know only too well how difficult it can be. The noise of your life can get in the way and that feeling of clarity can feel a million miles away.
But here I am, back home, gearing up for the biggest leap yet and that hazy doubt of the past has cleared. In September I'll be going to university to take the first step towards a completely new career path. A huge change and a huge commitment. There are nerves and there's fear of the unknown but it's wrapped in excitement about the uncertainty, anticipation of the possibilities and a desire to experience every second. The fast forward reflex has gone and I'm ready to live and love each day again. To enjoy what I'm doing in that moment, with a plan in mind, but with the focus on the here and now.
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