guidance
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remember when you are feeling lost,
and you feel like there is nowhere left to turn,
when you whisper,
and your echo rings back to you,
you will feel my love for you.
feel my skin, feel my touch,
Searching for the bridge back home.
I wondered too deep into the forest, I lost myself along the way.
I put a marker at every milestone to retrace my steeps, but someone has removed them.
Trickling through my sweet veins bursts a desire to
fly
through the ocean of petals, whose broken cellulose is splashed
vibrantly
Epitome of Altruism
“Live and breathe kindness
Selflessness is a guidance
It is a lifestyle
Helping you fight through every trial”
They tell us that growing up is supposed to be the best time of our lives.
We figure out who we are, what we stand for, what matters to us.
But with this growth, comes painful lessons and tears and anger and hurt.
I'm thankful for the sun, the blessing received from its warmth.
I'm thankful for the stars, for guiding me through the night.
I'm thankful for the love, that spreads from near and far.
Voice to behold, is a voice to be heard
To have such will, but not to apply now
Would be a fate, which holds no chance to learn
As to be present now, while mind say ciao
i feared you
being a small fragile creature with doe eyes
ready to tuck my tail and hide
and you knew it
you let me know how off i-
It's cold
I'm frustrated
Thinking of quitting
Yet, he's my stronghold
Take a deep breath
Examine the scene
Hold it all in
It's not life or death
My eyes were opened by the lessons she revealed
My tongue was moved by her instructions
We were in a dance at every class
It never stopped
Until one day she spun me one last time
Great are the flames that keep the darkness at bay
Undeserving of its warmth, but still taking advantage
Ignorant to the pain that doesn’t come my way
I watch the birds fly above me,
Feeling left out and alone.
So when you choose to fly around me,
I suddenly feel I belong.
You float by gently capturing my attention,
Beautiful as my favorite song,
Poems are confusing
Their purposes disguised
Seemingly blunt yet concealing
A plausibly traumatic demise
Whomever shall find these creatures appealing
Books put together a powerful message
You can find words that make you sound impressive
Jesus, please guide my way
Show me how to live Godly day by day
Please show me how to love my friends and family
And for all my wrongs, please forgive me
You're my Friend, so I’m glad to hold Your Hand
I am the small branch that breaks off
From the broken tree
I am the leaves that gets blown away
By the waves in the sea
Looking for strength and guidance,
I seek-
The help of others;
You are the Moon
I am the Northern Star
They need you close
to pull their tides
to change their course
and light their nights.
They need me far
not to light their way
“Can you hear me?” I choke out through jagged breaths
I watch the world I’d once known crumble into ashes as an odious ringing invades my ears
all around me is burning but I stood there frozen
“Yes, we hear you”
Living in a world full of poverty
Living in a world trying to find my destiny.
Living in this world, I’m ready for the fight
Fight, yes the fight?
But do I have all the strength?
Mom lights a candle
A diya, a lamp
I have to choose
Red or blue
Voices of reason
Larger, louder
What we do,
what we say,
how we think,
be aware,
and repeat.
Take the fruit from the low hanging tree,
easy to take,
easy to see,
thank you to the low hanging tree,
and repeat.
Dear brother of mine,
Don't look down.
All in given time.
Some days you'll be fine,
Others you'll feel bound,
Dear brother of mine.
Like His blood turns into wine,
this is a poem to my
Sister
Alexa
who isn't afraid to say what's Real
who has been my Shepherd through the worst times
His body was a battlefield
With an unconquerable soul
Made of fire that burned
With the same embers that fueled
The flames in his eyes.
His mind were the attackers
Whose wicked deceptions
She doesn’t fit the mold everyone has created for her
Yet she stuff herself into it everyday
No matter how hard she try to fit tough
She’s always cramped
With love I survive and grow and thrive
For all pursuits need guidance,
And my soul was made a contrivance-
Meant to collect the love and compact it
Into the diamond known as life
Striving to find myself
It is difficult
There are many forks
And not enough guidance
I want to choose
but my mind grows blank
Decisions decide your life
May it be bad or good
you decide
You must help me to become my best
I'm scared to fly away out from the west
It's nothing. nevermind. I'm here with you
I don't know how to love...but I'd sure like to learn how.
The word never came up as a child, at the dinner table, during holidays, etc.
We all search for that lighthouse
When we're hopeless, in need of direction,
it's not there.
When you close your eyes and imagine,
you can see the light.
You find it.
I stand behind a wall of pain
Gazing out into a world of blame, that
You're so quick to spue from a fernace of flames, that
Your mouth claims. I stand
In an indefinable world
Only able to transcribe
Sensations and experiences
Through words, sentences and phrases
A translation,
misread
Lead to schematics
Of life dynamics
Tick
My dream makes my heart beat
My ambition feeds my soul
The journey which I seek
Will take me through many tolls
I have to work hard to pay my dues
At the end of each day, my parents kissed me goodnight and put me to bed.
I hear voices
Go see the school psychologist
I am not eating anything
Go see the nurse
I am cutting myself
Go see a guidance counselor
I am pregnant
Go see Planned Parenthood
Falling down, falling down
And then those words saved me.
When I was at home and all alone
I looked for an escape
So I'd hide and wait, I'd hide and wait
And then your voice saved me.
Dear God, give me guidance
Please just take this walk with me
For I've lost sight of you, and the Devil is all I see.
Lord, I'd rather be blind
Than witness nothing other than lies.
I’ve stood by my superiors like a soldier,
Standing up and sitting down at their command.
I’ve happily served them, even as I grew older,
As the hourglass sadly filled up with sand.
there is an epidemic of thought thata master's degreedefines how much youcare and what i amas a being
When I look at you I see freedom
I see a future and a path
which could lead me to a happiness
I've only ever dreamt about.
The girl who bites her tongue
who hates her skin and her mind,
Sweet like soda pop,
Bubbly like champagne,
You make everyone around you laugh and smile.
The misty sky
That makes rainbows appear,
A kaleidoscope
Beautiful like gems in the sun,
Are you real?
Are you honestly here for me?
Always by my side?
Forever my shepherd guide?
My mom tells me to pray,
It's alright,
you can stop the snapping.
You can leave the little hole-in-a-wall cafe.
You can take off your hipster hats
and turn off that single spotlight.
I'm not here for that.
The sweet, gentle flow of words,
The roaring message or meaning,
The imagination and motivation,
The pure release of writing.
Friends walk into our lives,
and walk out as easily.
It makes me question their strives,
Isn't that terribly?
Maturity is not a set mixture of knowledge,
Nor is it a set etiquette determined by society.
It is the acceptance of others and self.
Maturity is knowing wisdom comes not by age, but experience.
The south wind blows and I will miss you
Who will you miss, though?
Have you anybody to know, grow, set seeds and sow?
We fall, fall, fall to the blue, into the blue
And then...
