Cyber Canyon

Sometimes blogging makes me feel like I’m yelling into a canyon, shouting my poems and opinions, only to have them come back to me as a sad lonely echo. It can be most disheartening at times. So what should I do? I feel like there are two options, the first being to stop shouting into this desolate void and realize no one can hear me. However this can be slightly depressing and would leave me discouraged from writing, so we move onto the second option. Embrace the echo, keep shouting into the canyon, and hope that someone hears me and yells back. There are millions/billions of people on the internet; someone must share the same thoughts as me, right? I guess I’m gonna keep shouting and writing, if not for the benefit of others, then myself. I love writing poems, and I love sharing my ideas, and I guess I love hearing my echo as well.

Strained Voices and Choices
She yells, she screams
Although it seems
She only hears herself
She hollers and shouts
But it’s filled with doubt
These echoes are laughing at her
Her voice is strong
She can’t go wrong
She’ll keep fighting and writing
This is the right thing
Listen
I Am Here

Lyrical Love,
Cara

Reflections are Deflections

Curiously empty
Wide eyes with a vacant stare
Once filled so heavily
They threatened to spill over
And drown the world with beautiful rain
Now they hold nothing
Now they hold no one
They are just a mirror reflecting the world

Goodmorning world!

Good morning world! I haven’t been up early in the longest time, not on my own free will anyway. The reason I am up so early is because I had a nightmare last night that has kept me awake since four am. I am a little bitter toward said nightmare, and to be quite honest I think I have already forgotten why it was so scary. However one good thing came from me waking up early, I got to see the sunrise over my sleepy little town. I realized as I lay wide awake in bed, that I have not seen a sunrise in quite some time. Now, I realize some people may not enjoy sunrises like I do; it’s kind of my obsession, same as my obsession with birds, sparkly jewelry, and purple bed sheets. Anyway, the realization that the sun was rising perked me up and I looked eagerly out my window to catch a glimpse. It was beautiful. Fluffy clouds backlight by bright oranges and pale pinks, and a wonderful blue sky to frame it all. It was truly a beautiful moment. I did however catch myself thinking, why are you looking through the window? I have the ability to sit on my roof, but I never do, usually because I am too scared or are afraid people will see me and be like, “Call 911! She’s gonna jump!”, more so the latter over the former. So why do I gaze through the window instead of experiencing things first hand? I think it is really cause of societal norms, I’m afraid people will judge me for doing something different, cause let’s face it; you don’t see many people sitting on their roofs at 5:00 in the morning watching the sunrise. Also, because I am a little scared. Watching the sunrise from my comforting bed is safe, no risk involved, but I lose the firsthand experience of that sunrise. Sometimes I feel you need to take the chance and break your comfort barrier so you can actually live life. Risking things makes you appreciate them more, and you can begin to see the true beauty in life. Suffice to say I did end up sitting on my roof to watch the tail end of the sunrise, and it was, in all actuality, more beautiful that staring through a window.

Morningstar
I sit on the top of the world
And introduce my symphony
Of birds chirping
Wind rushing
The world is alive
The sky is on fire
My eyes gaze hungrily
At what they have craved
Good morning world
I am alive

Lyrical Love,
Cara

Broken down eyes

I tend to scour the web, looking at blogs that intrigue me, and get me motivated to write. This one especially, The Photodiarist, has some amazing photos. One in particular called "These Eye's have seen Miles" was particularly moving. The look in that mans eyes was so sad, I was almost brought to tears (sappy I know) but it looked like he had seen alot of hardship and pain, and my heart felt for him. Living in a privileged world where I have everything I need, I sometimes feel bad that there are people out there with little to nothing. This man made me realize how easy I have it, without saying a word, just looking at me with his broken down eyes.


These Eyes have seen Miles

These eyes have seen miles
And ocean deep skies
They have uncovered the truth
And feasted on lies
They’ve watched and they’ve waited
As people walk by
But these eyes, my eyes
Have seen a city die
Hope gone out
Like a broken streetlight
I sit here alone
And struggle with night
The cold creeps in
And tugs at my soul
I look at a myself
How did I become so old
So I’ll keep watching the crowds
Until I am saved
And observe broken street lights
Flicker and fade

Lyrical Love,
Cara

ps. This mini sized picture does the man no justice, I suggest you head over to The Photodiarist to check it out in a decent size, however I am unable to get a link working right now so please feel free to use good ol' fashioned google.

YOLO!

While driving home tonight I turned on the radio in my car, and a Hedley song came on. It wasn’t one I had heard before but the beginning sounded good so I decided to listen to the rest. For some reason, this song struck a chord with me (no pun intended) and I can’t stop thinking about it. The part of the song that’s been replaying in my head goes: “We might fall apart if we follow our hearts but in the end you know we’ll stay true, if we carry on, if we play along, you can’t say we’re wrong, you can’t say so long, at least we did it our way, we learned the hard way, it’s all that these scars say, at least we did it our way”. My question is, at what point do you stop living for others, and start living for yourself? Some people may try and please their parents, or others try and impress friends but in the end I feel like you only live once (YOLO!), and should live it by your standards, and your own rules. You should live life your own way. And if living your own life means you only sleep in purple pajamas or you have to listen to heavy metal music before you go to sleep, then so be it. No one should tell you how to live your life, you have to figure it out on your own. You should be happy, cause really, that’s what life is about, being happy. So dance in the rain, run barefoot, and follow your heart, cause it will never steer you wrong.

Yolo

I see myself, and I take the wheel
While doubt and fear chase at my heels
But I can outrun them, shake them away
I drive toward dawn, to break into day
I see myself, and I have no fear
Cause I know that girl, that girl is real
With freedom in her eyes and hope in her heart
She’ll never stop, or fall apart
I see myself, and I close my eyes
And let my destination be a surprise
My heart takes the wheel
I’m alive, I can feel
I feel the light
Chasing at night
I drive on this highway, this place I call life

Lyrical love,
Cara

ps. The Hedley song in called "Young and Stupid" if you're interested in listening to it!