Tag Archives: dreams

What to do.

7 Sep

All I ever wanted was to know what to do…
I’ve been paralyzed by the quiet,
and for a moment something spoke to me,
and I came here,
Driftwood from the heart.
Intermittently there were answers.
Intermittently there was a sweet chorus
and it sang to me
and pointed to all the right paths,
I was watching and approving and took it by the hand.
But just as often,
there was silence,
A hidden mystery of still, of limbo.
So I stood blinking under the sun,
Under the black velvet sky,
All I have to think of is what to do next.
What’s coming next?

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Backwards thoughts; Forward thinking

6 Sep

heart in a bubble
Be the other one.
The bigger one.
The bolder one. The braver one. You’ve come this far.
The one that calls back, asks on dates, makes the choice, that finishes the milk, that uses the hot water up and that takes the blame.

Be the captain, cook dinner from a microwave box.
Do whatever you want – you can you know, you don’t have to tell everyone that they are ‘looking well’.
Have the last chocolate – the one everyone wanted. Even if its licorice or strawberry cream or out of date…EAT IT.
Draw a moustache on your face for work tomorrow – be the one that taps your pen at meetings. Hurry up. Say sorry. Be the world changes we need, be the closet arranger, the piss-taker, the start over in another country, the ‘fall asleep on the tube till the last stop’.
Refuse to fake tan, don’t wear fluro. Just don’t wear it.
Be the investigator. Pay the bill, accept the predictable, learn an instrument – even if its just the recorder… or £3 harmonica.
Snore. Wear boxers, shower in cold water, change your mind whenever you like.
Don’t dress up at a fancy dress party. Say “Shut-up!” and DO expect it back.
Eat sugar sandwiches and cupcakes and drink someone else’s coffee. It tastes better.

Never say never. “Yes your ass looks fucking huge in that.”
…Sorry about earlier; I was a bit brash. Don’t save cash. Take your top off at the beach. Leave it on in the pubs. Have three. Stay out till dawn.
Say ‘hate’ if you want too. Don’t say ‘random’ (…work on it). Crunch ice.
Own up to having a crush. Its all irrelevant. Say it out loud, search for something more and don’t be afraid to take two steps back. It is in fact two steps closer to where you’re going. Wherever that is.
Change the rules as you go along, draw outside of the lines. Guides get you nowhere. Use ideas, don’t be afraid. Wake up early; there’s decisions to be made.

(Streaming thoughts, ideas and dreams. Thankyou.)

One step up and two steps back…

22 Jul

You wanna know what living life to the fullest actually is?

It’s waking up on Monday morning with no complaints.
It’s knowing you always deserve to laugh.
It’s doing what feels right no matter what. Doing what you want regardless of how stupid you look.
Its following your heart and not worrying about the mistakes you made.
Admitting that you’ve changed your mind.
It’s about being yourself, because no one can tell you you’re doing it wrong.

So it begins… A new idea.

One girl’s thoughts

8 Nov

I want to leave traces of truth.
Traces of what it actually feels like.
Of What can be told today.

I apologize so often for myself. I catch myself so carefully, constructing my actions.
Keep the love steady, the acceptance strong. The understanding in place.

I want to give it up, start something new, fall out of line. Allow it to happen
by chance, by dream, by those thoughts youve never seen, by my own ideas unforseen.

Some dreams just are built to stick

8 Oct

She tells her heart while half asleep
In the darkest hours
With half-words whispered low
As dreams stir in a winter’s sleep.
Only an ambitious thought to follow
to the places she goes.
Over land, past deep blue seas,
Across a blank canvas to find
Nothing set,
Nothing made yet.

Pick up a pen, wake from this sleep
Everything we believe
Everything we do
Connects the space
Between dreams and life,
Between me and you.

The grass is greener (or not).

4 Aug

I am writing this blog, as this all too common citation or whatever it is, has been a subject of perspective and conclusion for this week. So far; considering its only Tuesday.

“The grass is greener on the other side.”

There it is.

Before we all go running off to what we think are greener fields, lets be sure they really are greener now.

I have started to think, whilst the grass looks greener, it may just be getting better care. And while we’re busy looking at another’s ‘grass’, someone may undoubtedly be eyeing off ours.

This idea ties directly to the certainty that it isn’t necessarily greener on the other side, just different. It’s the chase and the challenge that create such a glorified silver lining.

It’s all about something else, something rebellious within and the unattainable things just out of reach.

We might usually find the riches we seek without knowing, whether intangible or fiscal, it’s all a matter of perspective (Ahhh there’s that lovely word again), and discovering what we really need and want out of it all.

“Just because you don’t see shooting stars, doesn’t mean it isn’t perfect.”

Realistically, the grass, it isn’t always greener on the other side. But there will always be that regret thing again. …Burning little questions in to the back of your mind.

If you don’t push the idea, the reality just that little bit further – you’ll always wonder, will you not?

Now for another question.

What came first – the chicken or the egg?

A Little More Sleep Would Be Nice.

1 Jun

I’ve been sleeping intermittently of late, in fact each night I have been sleeping less, and thinking a little more.

The sheets feel ruffled and twisted around me, the clock is buzzing with sound, while the sleep light from my imac flashes compulsively in 5 second intervals, breathing ever so lightly as it fades and refreshes.

I form shapes, patterns and faces in the overcast shadows on the ceiling.

As I count each second by, ideas, thoughts and inspiration float through my mind.

 

What keeps me awake?

 

Dreams of yesterday, things I could-have…should-have done and what I will do.

The thoughts of tomorrow and dreams of around the corner beg to be answered. How can I sleep when so much is going on, things still move, my ideas are alive tonight and so much is to be done.

 

As I sigh, the light from outside flickers through my blinds, breaking into the dark shadows and flooding the corners of my room with grey.

 

It’s time to get some sleep.