running from my own heart by Cherrycharle, literature
Literature
running from my own heart
Can I remove all worldly possession For peace and simple, real connection? Perchance control and order for all May restore this fragile, anxious soul But all thrown away still comes again Reformed, alive in some other skin To torture, twist, control my poor heart Deceived to think it reigns from the start Come! Poor heart, know your ways What satisfaction you so crave To have power, control, dominance Ruling life in meaningless sustenance The truth lies here, in this book Unassuming yet waiting, alive for you To set you free from these thoughts The threat to snare you in yourself In these thoughts creep like vines Quiet, slow, natural grace and stride But their end is death, slow, painful A trap for the mind, if you leave it able Run, dear soul, from this cruel heart One can make you truly free to start Again for a life of love and peace Set apart from senseless things
My heart aches with unspoken words And feelings too deep to comprehend How I wish to convey my love for you Yet know not what to say Nor where to rest my trembling hands
joy of the early hours by Cherrycharle, literature
Literature
joy of the early hours
My heart is full when I live to dream It bursts with joy at the seams My mind buzzes with possibilities Ways to encourage, to love, to please. My pleasant smile reaches ear to ear I wonder even as the dawn draws near Will I ever sleep tonight? God knows I can't seem to still, my heart will explode Its funny to think how dreams can change As my loves, heart and life rearrange Their desires melting, twisting and turning Confusing my mind, who am I? They're asking I longed to be a doctor as a child And worked hard, reaching for the skies Then I hit a wall and slid to the pit My passion was gone, my mood took a hit Where will I go? I asked every day I prayed and prayed, searching for a way How can I thrive, how can I live? What is my talent, what can I give? Then from ashes, again I felt alive Like one reborn from fires upon fires The spark to dream, create and share The beauty in my mind I see everywhere Even now my heart leaps along Still searching for inspiration, and a song I
running from my own heart by Cherrycharle, literature
Literature
running from my own heart
Can I remove all worldly possession For peace and simple, real connection? Perchance control and order for all May restore this fragile, anxious soul But all thrown away still comes again Reformed, alive in some other skin To torture, twist, control my poor heart Deceived to think it reigns from the start Come! Poor heart, know your ways What satisfaction you so crave To have power, control, dominance Ruling life in meaningless sustenance The truth lies here, in this book Unassuming yet waiting, alive for you To set you free from these thoughts The threat to snare you in yourself In these thoughts creep like vines Quiet, slow, natural grace and stride But their end is death, slow, painful A trap for the mind, if you leave it able Run, dear soul, from this cruel heart One can make you truly free to start Again for a life of love and peace Set apart from senseless things
My heart aches with unspoken words And feelings too deep to comprehend How I wish to convey my love for you Yet know not what to say Nor where to rest my trembling hands
joy of the early hours by Cherrycharle, literature
Literature
joy of the early hours
My heart is full when I live to dream It bursts with joy at the seams My mind buzzes with possibilities Ways to encourage, to love, to please. My pleasant smile reaches ear to ear I wonder even as the dawn draws near Will I ever sleep tonight? God knows I can't seem to still, my heart will explode Its funny to think how dreams can change As my loves, heart and life rearrange Their desires melting, twisting and turning Confusing my mind, who am I? They're asking I longed to be a doctor as a child And worked hard, reaching for the skies Then I hit a wall and slid to the pit My passion was gone, my mood took a hit Where will I go? I asked every day I prayed and prayed, searching for a way How can I thrive, how can I live? What is my talent, what can I give? Then from ashes, again I felt alive Like one reborn from fires upon fires The spark to dream, create and share The beauty in my mind I see everywhere Even now my heart leaps along Still searching for inspiration, and a song I