Home

It's a foggy feeling. I really could only describe it to the youngest of minds. Dreamers, with open hearts and knowledge that don't understand too much about politics or money or even religion, but know everything there is to know about living. 

If you can follow this, and you are not a young mind, then you most likely are a young spirit. Cheers to that. 

Anyways it's like running through a forest, dodging roots and leaves and bugs. Short breath, small smile, big goal: the tire swing. You make it there just to realize you can only swing for a short while. 

You swing high, looking at the forest you conquered. Smelling the world and picturing yourself doing anything you figure peter pan or michael jordan could do. You soar over everything that you struggled to get past. You are free. 

Then, it's time to go back through the forest and home again. You can't stay on the swing forever, no matter how badly you want to. You can feel it getting cold and hear your stomach growl and realize it only makes sense to go back. 

You can't swing on a swing forever. There are times when you have to jump off the ride and start your journey back home. 

Home, the place that brought you walking (or running) distance from the swing in the first place. 

Seven days

Seven days until I am back to reality. 

Until I am on a plane flying home from my 3 1/2 month long dream.

Seven days left to give back to this beautiful place. 

To appreciate the people I have met, the places I have been, and all the fears that I have faced.

Seven days to convince myself it couldn't last.

Seven days to remind myself the best reasons for going back.

Seven days until family,

seven days until Dunkin Donuts Iced Coffee.

Seven days of rain and fresh air

seven days of Guinness signs EVERYWHERE.

Seven days of birds, dogs, and babies

Seven days of Irish music all over the streets

Seven days with the friends I have here, and until I see my friends from home

One is silver, and the other gold.

Seven days that will fly by,

Seven days to say goodbye. 

 

What I've learned..

I've learned that you really can't grow unless you let things go.

Things that tend to hold us back, questions we're afraid to ask.

I've learned that I can do much more

I don't need to look too far to find what I am looking for

I've learned that I CAN do it all

I can make it to the finish line, even if I have to crawl

I've learned to give people a chance

I've learned to trust, love, and smile

I've learned to rule out the word "can't"

I've learned about family. 

I've learned to take extra steps in order to show them what they mean to me

I've learned true friends are the ones you hold close when you are far away

I've learned that there are reasons 

why the phrase "live every day like it is your last" is cliche

I've learned the truth heals, no matter how hard the burn

I've learned to take deeper breaths through magic moments

..and that I still have a lot to learn

I Believe

I believe that dreaming is a beautiful thing

I believe that a hug can cure almost anything

I believe that laughing is contagious, foolish gossip is outrageous

and that you need absolutely no talent to earn the right to paint, dance, or sing.

I believe that kissing is the best kind of connection

I believe that at any point and at any time, you can change your life's direction

I believe not in letting go of your past, but learning from every step

I believe that no one really knows anything at all, at least not yet

I believe people that judge have a lot to hide

I believe that it is possible to fall in love a hand full of times

I believe in making sacrifices to humble yourself

I believe in music, nature, and meditation

I believe in myself. 

Gabrielle Boyle

Writing a Song

There is something about writing a song that is both aggravating and completely fulfilling. First, every thought in your head needs to come out to form a perfect rhyme that has the ability to  slide along the perfect melody. If you can't accomplish this, the song isn't worth it. At the same time, songwriters, including myself, have the tendency to fabricate their songs. We will do this by making the scenery more magical, or the feelings stronger, or the world brighter than it actually is at the time. Call this fake? Well maybe, but writing a song is not always just about the writer. It is about the connection the writer has between the music and the audience. 

Think about it...I meet a boy at a coffee shop and he is amazing and I think things could really go well. He leaves and I never see him again. I will talk about how the butterflies in my stomach were flying around, the world was moving but I couldn't hear a sound, my heart dropped as he footsteps hit the ground when he walked away, I hope someday, I will see those butterflies again.

Were there actual butterflies in my stomach? No. Was I partially deaf as he was leaving? No. It is a sensitivity, it is a feeling. It is a moment that I can't get back. Therefore, the world stopped and then ended when he left me. Many can relate to songs like these because of passion and the ability to have a little girls dreaming heart no matter the age. 

Once the song is complete, it is best to learn it right away. Memorize it. Play it over and over because it is yours and you deserve to own it in more ways then just writing on a piece of paper. 

For harder songs, those take time. Emotional songs that involve family or insecurities or even the love of someone who is hurting can take far longer to write. At least that's how it goes for me. Those songs need to have the perfect lyrics. There is no space for fabricating because the situation is real. So real that it can tear you apart or pull you together. Those are the type of songs you will hear on the radio that can make you cry. That can touch the deepest part of your heart. I can guarantee those songwriters spent a lot longer on those types of songs then their fun loving romantic songs. 

Maybe that's just me. 

My songs need to be perfect. I need to connect. Otherwise, it's not a song at all.

It's a poem.