hope is that little thing
that keeps on burning
even when the lights go
Hope is when you feel so lost
And it's so, so
And the sun hasn't risen in days
But you believe
That has gone wrong
That the sun will rise
within the fragile drums of strength
unbreakable . in the things that you make me feel
( hard to name
but felt with every little part of me )
even when these erratic heartbeats of mine
are made entirely
of paper-thin glass,
even then, I would shatter it into a million and one
fragmented pieces of hope,
turning it into softly falling snow
( the calm of a lost meadow ) under my winter sun
that golden glow touching the fragile drums
hidden under my chest
somehow, you can always hear them
sensing the rhythm, sensing the strength I seem to forget
how do you do that,
my beautiful soul?
moja piękna duszo
The spirit of hope is in her blue eyes, staring back at me with a gentle smile.
Cause I never knew love like this before.
we would give up,
and stop fighting.
it’s like the one source of light
that shatters the darkness
which chokes and suffocates us.
like warm arms
wrapped around you
while paralysing lightning strikes
and deafening thunder claps
with raindrops pouring from heaven.
the world can go to hell,
but as long as you have hope,
you don’t have to go to hell with it.
Hope, a funny thing
Hope, a plant you leave accidentally on purpose without water for weeks that stays as green as it was the last time you showed it compassion.
Hope, pre treating your favorite knit sweater knowing the coffee won't budge.
Hope, a loyal furry friend waiting expectantly at the door for your return the moment you leave.
Hope, a funny thing. Without warrant but still a necessity for survival.
Hope, an irreversible conditioning of the universe, perhaps our most powerful tool for existing.
Hope, humanity's bargaining chip for a second chance.
Helpless Optimism People Embrace
Hope is a lie. It's the yin to the yang that is worrying. It's optimism designed only to defer heart attacks and violence.
What is Hope?
Hope is the breath you take.
Faith is the oxygen you need to breathe.
hope is the pair of rose colored glasses
we use when we are in the apocalypse
the burning limbs of a sickness
just getting started
the engine of a plane
as it vibrates towards a destination
without reason or direction
flight paths that make promises
the mutual understanding
eyes locking in anticipation
complete faith in what's coming