Inhale, Exhale.

Inhale, exhale.
Let in the light to soothe your soul,
breathe in the warmth that hatred stole.
Where is the hope you so willingly sold,
for what turned out to nothing but shimmering fools gold?
Fill up your hourglass with optimism,
become your wants, your wishes, your desires,
see yourself as a lovely organism
and burn down those walls with wild-fires.
You are rare, you are beauty, you are in command,
you are the ocean, the seven seas, a diamond in the sand.
Gaze up into the constellations,
believe in what you do not know,
listen to the earth's unique reverberations
and with every ticking second let your heartbeat slow.
Be impulsive, unpredictable and unruly as you please,
but remember to always spend your precious time
and unexpected moments at ease.
Wish upon a star,
set it on a sail to the universe
and admire it from afar.
Seclude yourself from any poison that ails you,
journey into adventures that take place in the mind,
allow your untold lies to be spoken truths,
let your reality and dreams become intertwined.
This is your crystal castle,
this is your wonderland.
This is a place of no hassle,
a place where your wandering mind goes to unleash and disband.

Hourglass.

I need to leave. To get away from this place,
Leave no footprints, not a trace.
To get out, go, move forward, say my goodbyes,
peel away my engraved sorrows and head towards
sweet lullaby's.

I'm inlove with everything that isn't mine,
I'm shedding this ball and chain,
sprinting to outrun my hourglass filled with cruel time,
eventually I'll free myself of this torturous game.

Round and round the cycle goes,
spinning me into mediocrity,
I'll flee to wherever the wind blows,
 and ride on the winds of time filled to the brim with curiosity.

Restless heart.

Restless heart of mine be still,
allow me a clear mind
and help me regain my will.
Rid me of this empty searching
that I have been forever bound.
Let me settle with a simple harmony
that keeps me tied to the gorgeous sound.

Restless heart of mine, be still.
Every impulse is pulling me every which way
and my heart has become ill.
Darling I really can't stay,
this is my final goodbye,
count every breath I take,
for I'm taking to the skies.

Inspiration.

It captivates my interest that such a thing as a creative writing class exists. How do you teach one to be creative? How do you force a mind to construct something original? Creativity is not to be contained, nor can it be taught. It  flows naturally, passing through mind, body and soul, and deposits into what we are fixated on. The mind is never to be confined. There is no limit, no rules or guidelines on how to be creative, it simply just "is." Your imagination ebbs and flows just as the ocean, it is unruly, incorrigible and unpredictable. Never will it be captured, no matter what it will still leak through. Waves of inspiration create monuments, this is how our world was built, this is what surrounds us.