213. I hope you are someone’s secret and that somewhere in the ocean, there’s a bottle with your name in it.
Dip our toes into the beautiful blue waters of love.
Knowing that tide both, pulls you under and washes you ashore.
Sway back and forth to the tune of waves and violins.
The sun shines softer when you've dived underneath.
I hope you fall in love like the tide loves the moon.
I hope when you feel the journey must end, you leave it a message in a bottle,
Ready for some stranger to find and fall in love with all over again.
145. I hope there is always someone next to you when you cry.
I hope the hurt never makes you too hard to feel.
I hope you know the price of independence isn't being alone.
I hope the realisation that strength is in trust is something you know sooner rather than later.
I hope you find someone to dance with.
I hope have a wild life, full of adventure, and music and art and probably alcohol.
I hope you're always a little reckless with your heart.
I hope you always have someone next to you when you cry.
We've spun ourselves round and round.
Always searching for something that makes us feel less empty.less alone.
Drunk on the idea that love, only love can heal our brokenness.
My exhausted,hungover heart has a headache from last night's escapades.
I think it felt too much.
Now here I am, trying to convince it to drink lemon water clichés.
They say it's good for you.
It'll probably be careful for awhile.
But you know how young souls are;
Always a little reckless. Thirsty for more.
Who knows, maybe it'll turn me into a decent poet yet.
220. I hope you jump from the highest diving board.
Breathe, run, jump.
One long moment of breathlessness.
One long moment of holding your breath.
One long moment of realising this is life.
Apply this to everything you want to do.
Fearless but not irrational.
Choose the course right for you.
Some people are forever spectators.
Some people are you.
Tell you what, I'll go first.
I hope to see you on the other side.
168. I hope you discover the freedom that exists beyond despair, when you realise how little everything matters.
This heart of yours, with it's aches and pains.
This heart of yours with more love in it than you could possibly fathom.
This heart of yours, scarred, bruised.
A little broken, a little red glass stained window.
This heart of yours.
This is all that matters.
216. I hope you jump into a pool and breathe all the air out of your lungs just to know what it feels like to sink to the bottom.
What changes you more?
Losing your breath or the first inhalation after that?
Lying on a bed of tiles, the ocean was busy being tempestuous today.
Open your eyes at the bottom, stinging clarity.
And pure weightlessness.
Throw your arms back up now,
I know you love submerging yourself.
The bottom is just as beautiful as breaking the surface.
It's okay to love both.
119. I hope you see something everyone’s seen a million times, and you see something different.
Perspective, pessimism, optimism;
Just different ways to say you're high on this drug called life.
We try, you know, we artists.
We, who are lost.
We, who are bruised.
A simple incident, all connected to the world with tiny threads.
They call it over- reaction.
They call it innocence.
And sometimes they call it unrealistic, sometimes a revelation to you, is something they didn't care to notice.
All these days, months, years and Yeats.
And we're trying and trying and trying.
But we'll never look at the world the way they do,
And everyday, I am grateful for that.
For being different
193. I hope you get to relax when you retire and you plan accordingly.
Too young for this.
Too old for this.
It's a number, societal limitation.
An old soul at 18,
Dancing on tables at 75.
It's just a number.
Take a gap year if you need to,
Not because you can,
Or because you're being lazy,
But because this heart of yours is asking for more. Now.
Live a full life.
And you've been declared retired by society;
Remember to go Cliff diving like you did at 21.
Go on a world tour;
Sit on a porch drinking tea with friends from 37.
Remember that thing you always wanted to do?
Do it now. Even if you're 27, even if you're 72. Doesn't matter.
It's just a number.
148. I hope you’re brave enough to be what you need to be, when you need to be it.
All this strength you need;
Living and living and living.
All this time you spent;
Searching and searching and searching.
All the dreams and hopes,
Drunk aspirations that don't see light of day.
I hope that you reach that point in life where you can say, ' This. This is what I'm here for. This is me. This is my home.'
I hope you feel like you made a difference to someone, anyone.
I hope you stood out from the crowd and said, 'Take my hand to the person on the other side.'
I hope you are brave, I hope you are kind.
I hope you find home everywhere you go.
235. I hope that you find something to do that moves you gracefully through each day.
Every experience brings you closer to home.
To resolving this semi- permanent existential crisis we seem to be living in.
Someday, I hope we all find it.
Someplace to rest our weary shoulders , put down the weight of trying to be more,more, more.
Someone to whom you can say, ' All roads lead to you.'
Content. Quiet. Fire-moulded. Tempered grace. Pure tranquility.
230. I hope you love yourself and you’re kind to yourself whenever you need to be.
All these independence metaphors;
Storms, Skies, Wild horses.
Blood, whiskey and drugs.
Dancing, Rain and walks alone.
All these humans, all these lives you touch.
Also the deaths your emotions die.
Poets,Writers,Artists, here we all are trying to say, ' You're not alone. I love you. I don't have to know you to know I love you.'
On some days, you don't believe us though.
On those days, I hope you love yourself.
I hope you're kind with your beautiful soul.
I hope you hold your own hand.
I hope you make yourself every metaphor you ever read about.
153. I hope you're never lonely.
Remember when our feet carried us to rooftops and cliff edges;
And looking below was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen?
Remember when you took a step back, because there's only so long it can take your breath away.
Looking at you then,
You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
The look on your face when you decided the world would not beat you.
You set your mistakes and regrets on fire,
You walked through mountain roads alone.
Let them call us proud,
We have earned the right to be.
We are and have always been chasers of the light.
On this road, I hope you know you're never alone.
239. I hope people say “the world is a poorer place” after you’re gone.
Drunk truths seem too real by sober mornings.
Sometimes, I know you feel too real for this world.
Aspirations are lofty, and societal ideals even more so.
In this mirage of half truths, and 'tact',
I hope you find that you can be more.
That you can rise above and say,
' I'm going to be the one that changes everything.'
Even it's only for one person.
Be the kindness.
Break the septic circle.
I hope people miss you when you're gone.
I hope you leave behind something that lasts forever.
159. I hope the worst thing that ever breaks is a toaster.
Hearts don't break y'all.
They bruise and get better.
They crack to let the light out.
They scar and sometimes bleed again at the slightest touch.
I guess that's why you're still here sometimes.
Time passes and passes and you're still in my ink filled veins and blood stained pages.
First loves, a forever affair.
They'll always stay, they'll always have to go.
Take a chance on them,
I hope you do.
I hope you heal.
I hope the worst thing that ever breaks is a toaster.
210. I hope your name is carved somewhere important.
My ancestor's ancestors believed the world was a mirage.
Reality; an Illusion.
Material objects ; our sin.
Some days I almost believe it.
Other days I say,
'Let us have our sin.
Let us create.
Let us bleed on paper,on canvas,on film.
On city walls and blue skies, alike.
Let us leave behind something that made us aware of the power of creation.
Of the power of existing.
Of the power of us.
156. I hope you notice little changes.
Double espresso mornings,
Double Whiskey shot nights.
Sober peace is hard to find in your twenties.
Literary works and contemporary art.
Drugs, Sex, dancing on tabletops.
Searching for something more,
Because there must be more to find.
And some say it's in the little things.
Some say it's in achieving your dreams.
Blackcurrant painted lips, and moving knives like an extension of your arm.
Look how far we've come from last year.
Look how the light shines, cloudy though on some days, the road blooming with change that happens almost unnoticed.
113. I hope you’re kind.
And all our words,
It all stems from here,
I hope you're kind.
I hope you're kind.
I hope you're kind.
197. I hope you learn the difference between giving up and changing direction.
It's okay to be tired.
Come here, rest a bit,
These arms will always be open for you.
And everyday has it's challenges,
And everyday you realise nothing is more exhausting than your unhappy soul.
The world will drag you in ten thousand directions.
Stop a minute and say, ' No, not this way.'
You dared to dream it,
Dare now to do it.
Make the mistake.
Dare now to fix it.
Place your hand on your heart, say;
' No, this is what's important.'
These arms will always be open for you.
Come here, rest for a bit,
It's okay to be tired.
278. I hope you’re never too polite to demand the life you want from the world around you.
Stretch your hand out, and I will pour into it all my heart, my soul.
All that I am, I will give.
And everytime I feel, 'Now, no more.'
I find that I still have just a little bit left.
Didn't someone once say, ' I was always too scared to take, so I gave.'
They say the world owes you nothing,
They say you must fight for it and take it.
I want more, I do.
But I have spent so long trying to temper fire with grace, that I don't know how.
I will say, ' Here I am' and put myself between a train and person who wants to be saved.
Now I must learn to wait at the platform and say, ' That's my train, taki...
166. I hope you think big thoughts when you look at the stars.
And you, you are starlight and moondust.
You are fire made flesh and galaxies contained.
Sometimes grey skies, sometimes blood orange sunrises.
A little cosmic explosion, a little rainbow street puddle.
The more you fly, the more you are grounded.
And on those days that you feel insignificant,
I hope you know that you are just as infinite as the sky above.
It's mercurial moods are also yours.
And you, you can do anything you choose.
28. I hope you have a friend you stay friends with forever.
Young blood has fire, no?
Passion and Wanderlust;
A thirst for experience;
Near desperation for more.
An explosion of emotion,
A fight for what you believe in.
Even if what you believe in changes daily.
The more you grow, the more you gain ground,
The more you fly, the bluer the sky.
Those moon children who stayed with you, as you fret and flew,
Late night music, and Jesus, those hungover mornings.
Everything from harsh truths to midnight cigarettes.
I hope when your fire is tempered with grace, when it is the warm glow of home,
I hope you have this person still with you, to be your hearth.
133. I hope that sometimes you just know things and find yourself in love with a person who wants you to know them.
Know that feeling in your blood?
That little subtle something that tells you which way the wind blows.
Trust that instinct.
It will lead you to happiness.
Maybe not straight away,
Sometimes the streetlights are broken.
And when it's dark,
I hope you know that the light is inside you.
Perhaps today will be the day, someone looks down the lane and can't help but walk towards it.
I hope you love that someone like a nuclear explosion.
I hope you love someone that looks at your wildfire and wants to burn with you.
182. I hope you look beautiful when you sleep.
Floating in your subconscious.
I hope you dream of something that feels like petrichor and fireplaces and coffee all at once.
I hope you smile, and it's like looking at the personification of peace.
I hope you are tranquil and when your eyelids start to flutter,
I hope you wake to a dawn just as beautiful as you.
259. I hope you always fight about little things with someone before they have the chance to become big things.
I wish I'd pulled you back into me when you turned away.
Put my hand on your heart and said, 'No, this is what's important.'
All those times I sat by the sea, waiting for a ship called home on the horizon;
The wind felt colder when it realised you weren't going to come, yet again.
Damned we were by getting too close,
And damned again by silence in proximity.
Life turned to flames, and we were the Ash.
175. I hope you give yourself presents.
You have enough.
You are enough.
You do enough.
Don't ever let anyone stand in the way of what makes your heart feel better.
Be kind to yourself, be gentle.
You are Resilience, personified.
I hope you wrap your own arms around yourself on cold nights.
I hope those arms are warm enough.
I hope that when you walk down the street, people can't help but smile.
I hope you buy yourself flowers.
66. I hope you forgive.
Midnight kitchen dates with you are one of my fondest memories.
Images of swinging my legs,sitting on your kitchen counter, singing off-key, happy bombard me.
I don't think I've ever had that much fun.
Everything from teddy bear hugs to days we didn't get out of bed; all memories I put in a box labelled, ' PAST'
Weeks turned to months without even a whisper of that content.
I forgave you for us.
I forgave me for us.
On some nights, I still think of you.
You are forgiven, for us ;
Maybe some day I will grow enough to forgive you for the loss of a friend.
45. I hope you get the respect you deserve and I hope you give it, too.
I see you sometimes, walking down the hallway, wondering if your heels make too much noise.
Trying to blend your blood red into these plain pastels.
I've seen that girl.
Hell, I've been that girl.
Today,i danced down the corridor because I liked the music playing in my head.
Stood at bridges and stared down at the currents daring them to be stronger than me.
I hope you know you not only deserve respect, you command it.
Ask for it, fight for it.
Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Your grace is in the strength when you say, ' hey you're fighting a battle too, I'll be kind and giving and I want yo...
77. I hope you are never hated for what you look like, sound like, or where you believe we all come from.
Today is a day for art.
So was yesterday, and life clouded what you really thought.
Hey, remember that day the mirror fogged and you couldn't see yourself and you spent all day, hair flying wild in the wind and I remember you said that was the best day you've had in awhile.
Created from dust, maybe it was cosmic though.
Flown down from heaven, what else explains the way you feel at every rooftop you didn't jump from?
Reality, perception, centuries of art, literature and music, and here we are,
Just trying to keep our soul intact from society damage.
Here we are, on the cusp of intolera...
240. I hope you never fear death because you know you lived each day to its fullest.
Human beings, poets, writers, all.
We have named the end in metaphor in every possible way.
From religion to modern day science, everyone's got something to say.
I met myself at the bar the other day. She looked 18, and dressed up and hid her dark circles well with laughter.
I ran into myself at 22, wearing a get up that hid all the scars. Neat lines of bandage across her heart.
I watched from across the road, as I hailed a cab at 35, wearing a blood red power suit, daring the world to say No. For anything.
57 crept up over a dinner date, my second husband got us a camping tent and tickets to the Thar...
64. I hope the person who loves you has many reasons for doing so, all of them noble and good.
Ah, yes, Love.
Encompassing everything that makes us feel better.
That food of writers,poets and their audience.
From acceptance to tragedy,
Love has been through it all.
And so have we, as we took its hand.
As we fall in and out of love,
I hope you experience one that is tranquil and peaceful.
Just as I hope you have one that is a whirlwind.
Whoever sees you, I hope they see your light, your flame, your shine and your sins.
And I hope they can't take their eyes off you.