Let's get started! -S.M. Bjarnson

Can you defy the odds, transform from all the lines you are supposed to follow?

There were chances in our life when we are asked to step forward. 

Times when the clock has been ticking and finally it dings on your name.

Welcoming as it may be, it comes with responsibility.

I know what your thinking, I am a reasonable responsible person. 

Responsible as you make a choice and that choice effects others.

Will you monitor your desperate ties to the world hoping to watch for cracks in the road?

No!

What I am speaking about here ladies and gentleman are that honestly, we have a calling to be known as someone, our speeches will effect those we may or may not know of!

So speak up clearly and remember someone is always wanting to learn from you! 

-S.M. Bjarnson

I'm Only Living a Lie When I tell my soul I am fine, by S.M. Bjarnson

It wasn't clear to me about how far our livelihood had come.

We are travelers on a path nobody has a map too. 

I listen to the yearnings that pull me to every unmentionable path. 

I am alone.

Watching the waves hitting the bottom pits of the ocean.

They are encircled in time when there has been no time but now.

We are living in a breathless fought over universe only we are the only ones at battle.

With ourselves we are the only ones looking for victory when victory has already given into us, time and time again.

We are poor soldiers waiting to go home, awaiting a decision from the leaders we think execute their plans with us in mind and not from their own ambitious winnings.

We were right weren't we, leading a team of masked teenagers into a battle, no one had ideas of winning.

Our paths stained with generational bloodlines. 

Our maps colored with veins.

The world was a line and there had been for curves created to save those who were not absolute in the eyes of our leaders.

Claims and taughting of voices made it clear we had no voice or reason to commute the exile pathway.

After everything is said and down we evidently find ourselves at the beginning again, with a clearer frame of mind, understanding what roads to neglect and others to partake in the journey of.

Rumors will be true if you let them live on.

The fictitious character we call time can be reset anytime.

I'm only living a lie when I tell my soul I am fine.

-S.M. Bjarnson

What is calling to you...? -S.M. Bjarnson

Stars splashed against the night sky.

 The watercolor wishes brushed gently upon what we thought as our reality. 

Terms and conditions of where they would end up, that they not be lost forever, but maybe a farewell for a short time. 

We have reconciliation with those who have passed. T

hose in line next to us who have the ok to go ahead and explore the unknown universe. 

We are jealous, but why? We will get our chance when the timing is sincere. 

When the envelope opens and our name is printed on it. We will be golden we tell ourselves. Perfect for the job. 

Adventurer in the soul and body, a survivor in the min

d.  We are born and yet we die. We are happy and yet we endure sadness. 

Cherry tips and velvet lips, we are all a part of the board game we play. 

Wouldn’t you agree? If I was but 3 and you art 5, then in time you would presume to be called first in our line. I’m sorry to say only the young croak alone. 

Secret whispers upon the second. 

My name is called and yet I am unready. I have practiced and played my part a bystander if ever relevant and now here I am they are calling my name and I will secure the line. 

We are tormented by the time we have thought up. 

We are heartbroken in the moments we consider a life. Don’t forget the trembling of toes, never let up on the quivering of the tip of your nose. 

We are all consigned one day to be more than a commoner.

 Delved into our perspectives of life and leisure, our entrance into adulthood was nothing other than a welcome mat, worn from usage, tired from belonging. 

Turns out not all heroes are born. Their delivered. As if to say we can choose our path rather than our journey decides for us. I am a child, a woman living amongst the adolescence of man. For all we know we our destined road is that of unfortunate experiences. 

What is calling you?

The Whispers in the Walls, by, S.M. Bjarnson

They heard my cries, but did they whisper to one another about my pains, my belonged sorrows of fear. There I stood upon which I would call shivering waves of tempting tides of love and hate; both exotic and fundamentally underdeveloped to the extent they can become. Much is known about the things I wish to share with you; here I am lying in a bed of memories.

The only ones I have of you.

I pull fragments of each second I got to spend with you, the touches underneath each breath I was able to take around you. The one that always seems to live on inside my darkest corner, the way you didn’t kiss me or thrill the premonition I had always wished for, between me and you.

Bloody mirrors, paint the way of what honestly could have been, definitely still could be. I fear, as many times before me in making a choice. To taking that chance, here I will live with you, always in an infatuating romance of love and desire.

Those are things you always wish for, times you go back to.

Recalling memories you always wish to step through and become again. Relive the fantasy of living in such a moment of you and I. If I cover my eyes will you become the person I have longed for and so desired? Will we speak of unending times of running away to once lived romance, to somewhere alive inside of us?

Blindness covers me and still you make me keel over in a torture pain in my gut, I have to see you. The rush of what could be secretly wants me to let it take over, devour every good intention I ever existed in. But, it would never work. Things such as fantasy never seem too, so I’ll live out my last desires with you, upon this wrinkled page of thoughts and somewhat begot feelings; I once loved to reminisce in.

Now I am searching for a destiny, a reality that I don’t have to keep putting in quarters in the slot machine to live over, again, and again. You’d be there right alongside of each nightmare, holding my touch with such fragrant fiction that you would kiss away any pain I had in me, I loved you, then and there in the twilight of my dreams. You were always there in the back of my pocket, waiting to become reacquainted with my imagination.

I will take you anywhere you want, my dreams are fading and suddenly I want more out of you, the more I had not really ever gotten the chance to be a part of. Looking back upon everything I had, everything I wanted to have with you, with myself, I am sick with envy. Most of us, wishing to live as we did, in the moment of times we can remember.

I wish for, I live everyday to be that way. Living in each memory as if I will remember them all, because they are all that elastically brilliant to you, to me.

Truly that is really the only place you have ever really, breathed a free atmosphere, inside of my own free atmosphere, in the world of imagination. Creative spurts of happiness overflow to your part of the haven I have given up to you.

My time spent fantasizing about what could-be, I want to touch basis with hormones, undiscovered.

In the end, we are just like that a faded memory made up into a story created by a lust, or desire I am not being fulfilled by, an hour of your time and here I stand oblivious to reality. Maybe, I never wanted it to be true.  Dreaming on an open dream. Wish, a little?

-S.M. Bjarnson

I hope you all are enjoying the short stories I have been posting, please feel free to comment and talk amongst the fellow readers, we are all living a storyline.

Called to GO

I got that letter the other day accepting me and saying I’m good to go.

So I’ll pack up my belongings, pack away the memories, we’ve contributed too.

Because, I think I’ll take that opportunity, think I’ll start that journey.

Been wondering if I should tell you, what I’m feeling so.

Been wondering how you feel about me and about us.

Going to get in my car, roll down those dusty windows.

I know it will be hard but, I’m going to turn my back to this place, to you, if I have too.

I’ll be gone like yesterdays sunshine.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

Will you cry, will there be tears in your eyes?

Will you miss me, will you kiss me, goodbye?

Will you shout to me, will you scream for me?

Were you planning on yelling my way, honey?

Honey, Please, Don’t GO! I need you, so much, it kills me inside.

So what’ll it be…be, be?

 You going to follow me or just let me go…

I’ll take you with me if you want too, go.

Grab my hand; take the seat next to me.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

As I drive away, my heart starts to fluster.

You didn’t show up to my going away parade.

Don’t you like me, like I liked you?

Maybe it could have been love.

Maybe it could have been something real for once.

I guess things change and you never wanted me the same way.

I won’t be seeing you around, so goodbye, I wave.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

Guess it’s time to say so long, I take one last look around for you.

Hey is that you?

My bags are packed, yours are too.

I see you standing there, next to our departing ledge.

You’re wearing that smile that leaves me breathless.

I reach for you, guess this is hello.

-S.M. Bjarnson

Worth Feeling

Do you know this feeling? The feeling you close your eyes to feel, the feeling you bite your lip to take in and taste. One that makes time stop and remember what life really feels like. You're taken out of the elements that created you, can you sense it, those special moments and times when you were in an amazing moment being amazed. Sensational tingling rising up prickling your skin as goose bumps. Tell me more moments in your life when life was more than worth living.