wonsuponatime

Youtopia

2011-09-24T04:19:00.000-07:00

I just wanted it to be perfect, I wanted it to be blue skies, all smiles and never, ever any goodbyes.

Everything’s better when you can imagine it as a beautiful scene happening in your head, which sort of intermingles with what reality is. It’s this way that I live my life, that I stop the hurt, the dull aching hurt of how mundane life really could be for me.

People were always better, more approachable for me if I could picture them with a hint of magic, something extra special that in my deluded imagination they would never be able to achieve without out.

In this case, imagination was the most egotistical thing I could have, because it painted people the way I thought they should be, how I thought they could be. Instead of just as how they were.

Go to bed, young dreamer.

2011-07-25T08:44:00.000-07:00

It is a beautiful thing to fall in love. To fall in love is a beautiful thing.

Waves crash, eyes - they glisten, the heart grows bigger and we forget to listen.

It is a beautiful thing to fall in love. But to stay in love is the mission.

The only direction.

2010-07-06T07:22:00.001-07:00

Not being judged anymore.
Not being chained, nor held involuntarily.
Not being destroyed, only to be saved.
Freedom.
I expected it to hurt a lot more than this.

The Giver

2010-02-15T12:48:00.000-08:00

The distance between us, is measured by how
many more miles further I have gone for you.

I am going to retrace my steps, ever so carefully,
So that I come back on myself and the
Distance which divided us, is bringing me
Much closer to myself.
Who said it’s not about the destination?

Lost treasure

2009-07-11T12:36:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I feel like I spend so much time being lost, that the prospect of being found again has become like a faded sun to me. It has perhaps even become unwanted now, because there’s a comfort in the not knowing and the uncertainty.

It is dark underground and I am buried alive, by false convictions and promises. I do not want to find the ‘X’ on the map, because I want to be the X. To come full circle, to finding myself, digging through the tonnes of sand and grasping my own hand, to pull me out. And there, in the fresh, non-stifling air, I would walk, linked only with myself – my new love – to adventures new.

Picture can be found at http://www.flickr.com/photos/electrichamster/96531540/

Nectar

2009-03-22T14:52:00.001-07:00

Bee on flower, originally uploaded by PIXNOIZE.

The bees are drunk on drinking flowers,
And you are gone and upside down,
And I, I've been up for hours.

The canvas

2009-03-18T04:28:00.000-07:00

If I could paint a picture of what you were to me,
The canvas would remain white
And I’m not sure of what you’d see.
It would look rather empty,
With no colour, sketch or form,
A simple square, made for art
No Picasso here be born.
For you, my sister, are beyond colour
And no drawing will quite capture
Your smile, your laugh, your kindness here
And in this I take rapture.
For your subtleties and various ways
Were beautiful enough
To paint my days.

Hara-kiri

2009-03-09T04:44:00.000-07:00

My mind flickers obsessively between you and her.
She who is forever lost, and you who's lost in forever.

Once upon a sky...

2008-12-17T08:57:00.000-08:00

When it’s really cold, does the sky freeze up and trap the stars under a tight glassed film, like fish under a frozen, winter pond?

Les escapades des yeux

2008-12-04T14:46:00.000-08:00

The curve of your eyelash could be likened to the rounding of an ink black sky against a night's horizon.

Tides

2008-10-29T05:49:00.001-07:00

Lost in a thought, originally uploaded by AzRedHeadedBrat.

Each soul is anchored by their own thoughts and I wonder who will surface, and who will drown.

In rainbows

2008-10-28T07:32:00.000-07:00

You have shown your true colours and you are the ugliest rainbow I have ever seen.

Trials and attributations

2008-10-23T09:14:00.000-07:00

Twelve years ago, she knelt down and whispered in my ear, “Love will rape your heart and leave your eyes pregnant with tears.”

I wish I could tell you she was wrong.

You and I

2008-09-29T07:16:00.000-07:00

This morning, as the sun flashed and flickered through the trees, it were as though the sky consisted of nothing but dazzling leaf imprints and I remembered that I am always the happiest in Autumn.

Feather light

2008-09-23T14:56:00.000-07:00

In my quieter reflections, you have come to surprise me with your gentleness. But I am on guard, because these pools of reflection could be nothing more than a mirage; untouchable and far away.

Witch Light

2008-09-14T12:20:00.000-07:00

She smiled softly as his soul burnt ever so temporarily on the delicate wick. He was melting into himself, and her hands encircled the flame that gave off more warmth than he ever had, before she'd changed him into nothing more than wax and flame - in a fit of rage, lust and revenge.

2008-09-06T08:44:00.000-07:00

The faeries came and took me away

And we sang and danced for about a day.

When I returned, ‘twas to the passing of years,

With nothing familiar, but my frustrated tears.

My family has gone, and no body’s home,

It seems I have been left quite alone.

The children I once knew are now grey and old,

And I cannot explain, for they will not be told.

All I have for those charmed, hellish hours,

Is a wreath of beautiful, nightmarish flowers.

Aftermath

2008-08-12T07:22:00.001-07:00

In the haze of you.

Regret

2008-07-26T14:08:00.000-07:00

I wish that you were made of butter - then you'd be easier to let go of.

Arrival

2008-07-21T06:12:00.000-07:00

As you entered our atmosphere,
the grey clouds curdled in the sky
as a sign of things to come.

What goes around, comes around

2008-06-28T03:05:00.001-07:00

I have put my heart into the recycling.
Maybe someone else can get better use out of it.

Butterfly gone

2008-06-24T13:44:00.000-07:00

I suspect that you are one of the better people, and I’m so glad you’re happy now.

On July 23^rd, two years ago, I wrote: “You might be the gentlest person I know, like a butterfly cupped in my hands, you’re the first beautiful thing that I don’t want to hurt.”

I didn’t have to unfold my hands, because you have already flown away.

2008-06-19T03:53:00.000-07:00

I do not look for God here.

Where I choose to belong

2008-06-16T08:50:00.000-07:00

My onceuponatime cottage is far away from here.
Where winters pass, summer stays
and red autumn is always near.

Black effigy

2008-05-31T09:59:00.001-07:00

You burn through the light with your darkness and I now know why everything beautiful is far away.

On Forgetting...

2008-05-24T05:08:00.000-07:00

It is false, this hope of mine.

Snow moon

2008-05-21T00:06:00.000-07:00

Remember when we sat on the moon and it almost glowed because everything else was so black? We saw the whitest horse and you said it was a Moonicorn, and I laughed well, because I laugh at almost everything you say.

Making camp in those milky mountains was not nearly as daunting as we thought it would have been and somebody had left a circle of candles burning, so we slept in that spot for the night.

In the night, you told me there was nobody out there, it was just the noise of the stars crackling softly. After that, I couldn’t sleep. The thought of all the ghosts of stars watching us sleep was too much and so I decided to stare back at them.

It wasn’t until the Earth had risen that you joined me, brushing my side gently. But I always know when you’re there, even before you are.

We led there for most of twilight, with the white fire we had made. Then we had to head back. After all we had school that morning.

2008-05-18T06:34:00.000-07:00

You are no prince, and I am no mermaid, but we are ship wrecked none the less.

London Alone

2008-05-14T08:43:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, it's just about accepting the city. Because the city is never going to accept you.

Here lie the bluebells

2008-05-08T09:31:00.000-07:00

She hadn’t seen her in a long time. But the little of her that she could remember always included hazy purple memories. She had told her that the blue bells sometimes chimed in the wind if you listened close enough.

That wasn’t the only lie her mother ever told, she had also said she’d be around forever.

Never and away

2008-04-27T03:28:00.000-07:00

I have no idea when you began to bewitch me, only that it was quite involuntary on my part.

My dreams like water were soft and still before you happened upon them. You waded in, like you had any right to be there.

Leave me be in sleep, just leave me be.

Go away now intruder, for my dreams are my own to keep.

Best Friends

2008-02-27T16:06:00.001-08:00

Best Friends, originally uploaded by CrispyMo.

Long before any of them came along, it was just you and me and the most difficult thing we had to face was how to stop laughing too loudly in the dark past bedtime.

It has been day in and out with you, and all those bike rides, shopping trips and pure nothingness that we have ever done are long gone and now I am left staring at a photograph whose eyes avoid mine as yours do.

I am not sure at what point it changed, but that subtle shift is creating a void that I do not want to fill.

I’ll be waiting for you, hoping that you’ll knock on my door again. Because it was just you and me, long before any of them came along.

Too much, too soon

2008-02-22T05:35:00.001-08:00

The people who love us can ruin us, I have learnt that. It is sometimes a mistake to let those people in, so that they can rampage through the caverns of your heart, those dark places that no one was supposed to know about and quite by accident, they find the passage de secrete that was hidden behind all those thorns you resurrected. But I have also learnt that, sometimes there is nothing you can do to stop those mistakes from happening. They have to occur in order for us to be able to move on from the worst hurt; the kind of pain that feels like a being is silently ripping you apart inside. As arteries, veins and ventricles are slashed and pulled from one another; time is the only kind of surgeon that can slowly sew it all back together again. And sometimes, people can only use sellotape and string as a way of delicately holding it all together, because it was all too much, too quickly.

Je veux...

2008-01-30T03:43:00.001-08:00

Oh no, another cat pic!, originally uploaded by Ramperto.

A cat that will slink around the house,
Be mesmerised by dust particles that could be the beginnings of another universe.
That will hold staring contests with the old lady across the road.
With marbled eyes that look at me with disdain (and love)

A cat that will be in World War 27 with its tail,
Who will bounce off the walls as though infected with life,
Be obsessed with chasing that piece of string again,
Who is a tiny bit insane, because really, we all are.

A cat that stares out into the world through the window,
And then spends the next 12 hours hunting grass,
To do figures of eight around my ankles,
Who will wink at me secretly, because the cat knows I know.

Unrequited

2008-01-27T10:00:00.000-08:00

I really didn't mean to fall accidentally in love with you.

December Blossoms

2008-01-23T10:39:00.000-08:00

I could have mistaken the tiny droplets of flowers for snow,
As they clustered together, shivering delicately.
December was never so beautiful, as on that soft white morning,
When the tiny pale tree flowers, could have been newly fallen snow.

Reigning

2007-08-22T11:57:00.001-07:00

Rain, originally uploaded by amcal421.

Each little raindrop could be you, pressed against my window,
Trying to get in, just as I was trying to get out.

Each little raindrop is a little falling window,
A different perspective to the way we could see the world.

Each little raindrop could be the sky’s tears,
Of laughter or sadness.

Each little raindrop could be a the aftermath
Of a water fight between the clouds.

Each little raindrop is anything but a raindrop
When you are sat alone on a Sunday afternoon.

Chiaroscuro

2007-08-09T10:43:00.000-07:00

Even if I can only touch you in shadows.

Merge

2007-07-24T12:30:00.001-07:00

She realised as she dashed home in the rain that each time she trod upon the gound, that she had stepped on the city, the blurry buildings, merging together in the shapes that puddles will take.

Desperate to Connect

2007-06-30T12:20:00.000-07:00

“We’re alone, we’re alone!” cried all of the stars,

“We’re so distant and always so far apart,”

They were prisoners of the mighty sky,

Because none of them even dared to fly.

“I can’t hear when you sing”, said the cluster of Orion.

“I try to burn brightly, but it just makes me tired!”

And then the North star, the brightest of all,

Noticed something below, and to them she called:

“Look down, look down and into the sea,

There are stars there also, and they’re swimming free!”

And some stars were so desperate to have their wish,

They fell into the sea and became starfish

In the depths of the water they slept

2007-06-27T08:50:00.000-07:00

The ghosts of old lovers
Drowned in the waters.
Never again can they kiss.
The castle is starting to forget,
And nothing but the sea remembers them now.

Alice, alone.

2007-06-26T08:57:00.000-07:00

“Alice, Alice, where did you go? When you wondered down the rabbit hole?”

That’s what they ask you, when they see you in the streets,

Not just once, but every person you meet.

The white rabbit seems to love the attention,

And the Cheshire Cat doesn’t mind the odd mention.

But you sweet Alice, with your tiny height,

Found it all too much, it was all too bright.

They all had your hair, and your stripy socks,

And you were never alone between the ticks and the tocks.

So you went away, to another wonderland of your own,

And sit, each day, happy and alone.