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Upon the place fate set aside,
there will be no forget-me-nots.
There will be no roses adored in gold, nor any violets or honeysuckle.
Cursed is this fate, holding onto the limbs of destiny.
Y'ALL! I presented this poem in 2017 at a talent show and got a standing ovation.
If that isn't skills, I don't know what is. Anyways - thought I lost it, then I found it!
Please enjoy.
Deep, rich purple flowers
long, stacky green stems
purple flowers reach into the stars
droopy, sad petals with vibrent, lively colors
frown at the ground from there nodes
Fuego de amor que quema y destruye
Fuego, fuego que duele
Fuego del infierno que maldice
Mata y causa la muerte.
I realize that I am no longer just imagining it, but I am there
I am living in it and not just living- thriving.
Taking in the scenery around me I realize
I realize that I am no longer just imagining it, but I am there
I am living in it and not just living- thriving.
Taking in the scenery around me I realize
Fog is silver, white and wispy
Fog comes out when the air is chilly
It hangs over cities, farms and houses,
It blinds the cars and trains
If anything is in fog's way it's swallowed up in misty blankets
Just a Man
You may be just a man, but when you're before me
Your skin is marbled, your eyes are broken and jeweled
Sculpted hammer of divinity comes down, and
My skull is cracked and leaking
Adorned by a veil of mourning glories in full bloom
Laced, tethered stems joining at the base
Soft gentle petals hugging
I want our love
to disrupt worlds.
I want our love to be tumultuous.
I want people to see us and see two universes
The cheatgrass stands sparse dry and straight on the hillthe way gooseflesh causes hairs stand uptheir airy delicateness coated in gold leaf by the setting sun
In cold and ignorance. I wept for its depart.
How cold! How cold! It did intend to break my heart.
And standing still, and seeing all last rays be gone;
That made all clouds to paint a crimson sketch aloft.
The maple seed hangs tight against the wind
But a gust comes through and it can hold no longer
It flies, dancing and twirling on the breeze
Pirouetting over fields and forests
Sitting next to a willow I recalled,
The carefree look that brawled,
Heavenly wind passing through my rolls,
Making me feel as happy as a calm at high tide;
Inside where the fire rages,
a blasting inferno of a furnace,
I hold desperately onto clumps of coal and gasoline—
trying to gather all the fuel I can
that will blaze way to my future.
the white of my body
more snow than skin
ice cold to the touch
i know you think i’ll thaw
this ice age has no end
my fire stopped burning
There is a puddle
On the road by your house
I stop to look at the
Sky through it’s
Reflection.
I see you, there
In the clouds.
Mason’s garden
Impeccablein placementand in shaping,row on rowof topiaryin greys and reds.
Inspiration has to be courted,
But, like a person infatuated,
I lack patience.
I am easily frustrated
By the lack of her favor, but
Memories created are stored in the colors of sky and sea,
grass and kitchen counter.
Feelings of music and pain are stored in the apple-scented air and sweet breeze of the place I used to be.
the mingled stench of green seaweed and salty waves
cascades the nostrils of the adolescent girl.
Everything has already been said about love.
Even this. I know, but it’s true.
Who am I but a lovestruck child
finding my place in a world that is real?
Sometimes, I see it in their eyes.
Their irises are green, like a spring day
And their pupils black, like a midnight sky.
When they are awake,
Their irises are the color of green grass,
Persephone, Queen of the Damned
Daughter of Spring
A true vegan; Natural blogger
Has a garden so elaborate; winter cannot crumple
Flowers, Vines, Plants galore
A great palace of Earth
Nephthys only ever wants to see the night.
The dark, soothing blanket that reminds her of when her mother used to dance in the halls of their home, all rich ebony skin and pearly white teeth and bright eyes.
Before she left.
you asked me what I see in your eyes. I could’ve been cliché and said I saw the sea, but instead I said, that I see a whole world in your eyes. With a fading blue-orange sky and crickets chirping and little children playing outside. With smiles
your touch it lingersit lingers on my skinyou were so warm I never wanted to give inas tears fall from my eyes now I can finally seeit was never you it was meI want to see youI want to feel
Tonight may you look upon a winter's scene
Snow upon the spruce's green
Crystals falling everywhere
Dancing through the evening air
Oil lamps line the streets
A warm orange glow in the chilly breeze
A broken soldier in the quiet night
dying to take back the light
head high in a losing fight
to hide from those who know
with each swing, a child died
not just his, but the one inside
Trying to relax on the night shift
I put up the sign, it says we’re closed tonight, nice and bright
But they keep knocking at the door
Can’t they read the sign?
I stand on the edge of a cliff
the roar of the waves beneath me
and stare into the night sky
it is raining now
I scream into the void
all of the pain of the past
I give it up to the ocean and sky
Shift from high to focus burnhard hat throbs with inner firetoo tight, splits, fallscooling shardsshut down.
Regain focus, part hair on rightEngageEngageFuel exhaustedshut down.
Memory defines
It always does
memories are like lights
Sometimes they illuminate the dark nights
Or they leave the night tinted dark colors
memories sometimes come and go
in storms of emotion
The soft green blades graze against my handMy careful ears hear the wind playing so grandMy blind eyes can only see a red blurSome delicious food in my hand I preferThe animals come watch and stare
A love, a memory, a habit,
Eyes of lunar luminance and
Fiery coldness-
This is what I remember,
This is what I know.
Urges to spend
Unnecessary packages, bottles, and boxes
Blood red lips kiss the mouths of stained glass bottles.
Bottoms up, seal it shut with a cobblestone cork.
It’s almost religious; it’s almost romantic
the gold and crimson spilled over the grass
flowers bloom through the
snow
the sunset was one of the few beautiful things there
a rural area
Tulips,
The color of sweetened cream.
Delicate, like the whisper,
Lulling you into dreams.
Burning crimson,
Cutting through chilled air,
Precise on a frozen branch,
Red is fear,
Flashing through your eyes as it grows near.
Orange is enthusiasm,
Delightfully returning the witts of sarcasm .
Yellow is happiness,
Thunderstorm in the attic:
Nonsensical.
There is a storm in my home.
She rips through my hall, growling.
The ‘patter’ of rain begins to pummel my oak floor.
just one failure to watch
one fateful soft misstep
can bring a building down
cause chaos to erupt
i looked around for someone
i’m still not certain whom
relief flooded my chest
I.
Lines that break
on the epitome of sound
ring forth
like the swells ~~~~
of a whale
dipping into
the sea ~~~~~~~~~
Patchwork stitching stars in the sky:
Blue, green, indigo, violet.
Thread is scarce so you have to use mine.
I feel drops of water on my thigh
Is it raining? No
I could hear it hitting down hard
Sobbing, heaving, choking
Is it raining? No
The sounds are coming from me
Balled up on my bed
a pristine splotch of fuschia / a flawless splatter
of ruby / the radiant smudges of sunlight pure as
a virgin / the poignant aroma of rose petals /
Dear fellow dreamers yearning to satisfy their wanderlust,
I wish I could always be traveling,
Adventuring striking royal ocean waves.
Dear Ani,
Ani ohev at.
Hebrew for "I like you".
I struggle at learning languages,
Illiterate until the end of second grade,
taught myself to read,
taught myself to write.
I.
The universe existed
for more than billions of years.
Planets came and left.
Stars burst and lived.
Gilded reflections come from your perstine grade
Toss that glass of red wine it's not up to your glamor
Scarlet spills and runs in an arterial fashon
In those twists and turns we'll find a beating heart
I am made of fireworks,
and electricity,
and chemical reactions.
I radiate warmth
as strong as
a heatwave in the desert.
I taste like pop-rocks
fizzing on your tongue,
With thine hand,Touch ever so softly,The petals of that delicate roseAnd pluck it not,For out of lustful greed,
In the beginning, I had no idea who you were
You were a mystery that I didn't know existed.
Your spell on me began to grow ever more
And I know I could not resist it.
You are crisp summer grass, the crunch of fallen leaves
You are dandelion tufts floating on a spring breeze
You are the muffled crunch of winter's icy freeze
You are the sun and moon, the mountains and seas
It was slow,
The crunch of the metal,
The small throbbing glow,
It made my eyes start to settle.
Most were just screaming,
I want to be the one person who can make you happy everyday…who can put a smile on your face for no reason at all.
Eyes heavy, body trembling, nightmares vast. She's harassed by the forecast of the past. Demons disguised in the form of lovers Until she discovered their true colors. She was used and abused,
What makes a child innocent?
The seafoam blankets he brings to day care everyday
The lilac petals she lays her head on a night
Curious minds roam the earth searching for forbidden love
He is a body of water I never tiptoe around
I plunge headfirst arms firmly at my sides
The depths are intoxicating, I breathe all the same
The music won’t stop dancing inside my head.Arrays of jade.Violet.Azure.Onyx and cream.Colors and tastes.Fresh mint.Vanilla icecream.Sharp citrus.Soft cheddar.It lifts and tilts.
leap; slide in the dust of clean floorslow motion, as a rubber band snapand sweet focusin courage; extensions of psycheundulate motion in air; space of starsrelease.hold tendons together; pull tight
As nature takes its course
Be willing to catch a wave or two
The ship is on its power source
Let it sail right on through
Travel along on the journey
The sights will take your breath away
In a world that is as good as real
Charming alike an infant's smile
I'm filled with great zest and zeal
All like a trance just in a while
I let go off those binding strings
That entangle and estrange me
Blindfolded, we enter the world.
Eighteen years with only the wisdom of our parents
On our back,
Lacking that which education had promised.
Has promised.
On our future coffee tables lie
Settling downward, the road’s early haze
Unable to see height of trees as I gaze
The world now shadowy, and dim, and shy
Seamless grey stretches across the chilled sky.
I wish I had a photographic memory
so that my mind could take snapshots
of the vividness before me
the collections of saturated thoughts
are ever present
I recollect the luminous glow of the heavens
Green, lush grass, humble in its tone
Bleeding skies, sunrise, the sun wakes up and moans
Brown trees, green leaves, warm breeze, it's here
The perfect day, to wash away, all stress, anxiety, and fear
The brain is a marvelous thing
full of numerous files
from long ago, and yesterday
loads of info it compiles
The center of it all,
it gives me instructions
brilliant mastermind,
Will you return to me, Boomerang I throw
Away from me in anticipation.
Of your quick return I have yet to know,
But it shall to the unfortunate one.
Facing the dark forest of no return,
make me,
unmake me,
unwind me like ribbon,
bury me with all that has died before—
half decayed children and barely formed youths
all me,
all not
let petals suture
I don’t know who I am anymore,
I can’t distinguish myself from my friends,
Who I am doesn’t even matter,
Because we’re all pawns in one giant chess board,
The heart aches as if the skin has touched boiling water.
The cries of the child pierce the ear of a struggling mother.
The father has moved on with the daughter. Leaving his old love, and
It's only in my dreams that I say what I mean,
because I think too much when I feel too much-- or too little,
and I find myself forgetting how to breathe,
while I wander aimlessly inside a prison of dream.
There's so much in my mind
that I don't understand,
things that I should let go,
instead of burying in my head.
Her smile glowed as she passed by with that yellow dress of hers. The ruffles that flowed down her body so sweet it captured the eyes of few but the hearts of many. She was a dancer. Ballet had been her life.
Our nation is based off of simply education.
Children began as small as five years of age.
Stuck in a classroom all our lives.
Made fun of or excepted as who we are.
Hurt or made whole.
The flames die out.
Ghostly traces of red and orange and purple haunt the sky.
The last moments of light cling to the clouds as the weight of the sun is dragged down.
Resting place.
Somberness rises with the moon.
You went down to play?
That's their game of night or day
Gents’ swig, gals’ sway
Six nights to sin, 7th to pray
The weather outside was violent.
Yet my mind stayed tranquil.
I stepped on the front step and everything felt yellow.
It is wierd how the cold can feel so at home.
Then, I looked back in my window and saw blue.
Beds
From deflated air mattresses
to beds so big not even a pillow and a body
could fill it
From lush green jungles
she was not a creator of words
but instead
it was as if a library thrived
within the threshold of her mind
each book; a different memory
helping her form
the most intricate of phrases.
no
The thoughts put in words
and the words giving thought,
A cycle of emotion,
As put by Frost.
The emotions run sweet,
Through my body like cream;
An unreal sensation
It is my unalienable right to not be here right now. I’m entitled to the pursuit of happiness and this isn’t it.Maybe stars get lonely too,Thousands of miles away from their closest friendMaybe they are sick
Waves are rolling with rhythms of blue.
Bubbles surface with an off white hue.
Sun beams down, no clouds in the way.
Salt in our hair for a multitude of days.
I love the spring mornings, when the warm breeze kisses me as the stars are going to sleep I get lost in the many melodies that the birds sing I laugh at the way that the sun has to shine so brightly because it loves to be the center of attentio
Ah, the...”age old” question.
If you suddenly became Tom Hanks
in one of the movies that he surely has pasted onto his résumé by now,
but you got to take one thing with you,
what personal item would you take?
Sing. Sing your note,
That sonorous, twin-cam tune that makes all of my kind—
That makes all of our hearts beat that much harder.
Let me fling you around.
I wish I were among the stars
There is better than where we are
I'd shine above the world below
And sparkle when I wanted so
Down here on solid ground there's hate
Life comes with all this stress and weight
Electric addictionI feel it come to meIt enters my veinsIt pulses straight through me. My blood now is stainedby this sonic addictionWith reason I tryto decide my conviction This, the one thingthat dizzies my mind...Allowing me toLeave the real wo
Black sand, burning my feet
On this island of pestilence I stand
Each step, a searing heat
But only my heart will it brand.
Around me, I am surrounded by dead foliate
How can love be sweet like a summer's day,
When it will always leave a bitter taste?
Capturing and blinding mystified prey,
Defeating mesmerised loves in the chase.
It smothers the heart in an icy grip,
Today was different,
I didn’t feel like I was drowning
In a sea of my own tears.
The cold grip of shackles
That encompassed me
No longer bound me
To regret or remorse.
And in the end,
when the stars have all collapsed
and blackholes rule the skies,
when the sun dies and the moon
can no longer reflect its vibrant light,
when the seas take over the shores
Undress Me!
My lips are thick and full; although smaller than the alluring marshmallows that sit on Asabea’s and Ama’s faces.
The whisper of cloth
Followed by a dull thunk—
Siting down.
The flutter of paper like a butterfly’s wings;
Clicks of pens like gunshots.
Heads bobbing like whack-a-mole
Taking notes—
Walking in summer
is swimming,
legs cutting strokes
through mid-afternoon heat and humidity.
Dappled shade on the sidewalk
I. In All Likeliness
The overweight mid-forties man,
In the blue button up and beige cardigan,
Pacing between the arrivals board and baggage claim,
I wander a street,
Admiring the buildings to either side.
A diverse collection of history
In two-by-fours and I-beams.
Pretty Little Lady,
with your roses and your scars,
Pretty Little Lady,
with your eyes as bright as stars,
Pretty Little Lady,
with your bruises and your laugh,
Pretty Little Lady,
I am the white flag
Winds permeating my face in the coldest way
I stand, stll.
Wavering with doubts once in a while
I question my existence.
I am here. Now.
I am resillient
I dream a never ending story.
The message is still not clear on this very morning.
I am soaring over the valley safe from harm.
I defy gravity, wind beneath each arm.
Steady in flight I continue to soar.
i tripped today,
somewhere
between the road and paddy's grave,
alone in the thickets and dusky heather,
and in the silken
morning fog.
the blackbird listened as i sat
and cried.
Retreat, regroup
Wind pummels rocky water,
Kinetic greets potential,
Bearing down on the steadfast shore.
Prequel of froth
Turbulent and tumultuous,
Echoed in the susurrus of spectators,
Being sick to me, iswaking up due to that small subtle crease in the bed causing
My life is a book of knots.
feel free to
read through them and watch me rot
see
I tried to die but I got caught
and
I loved more, so much I thought
Frizzy ringlets of hair,
tamed into thick braids.
Slick hair,
down to your waist,
blowing everywhere.
Too-long bangs,
constantly pushed out of your face.
Loose curls
limp and beautiful.
You
Ever-changing
A roller coaster.
An infinite storm.
Wild hair
(Frizzy and brunette)
framing tame eyes.
(Ice blue)
Bright clothes.
(You love bold sweaters)
Your eyes
Like fire
Swirling,
Clawing,
Grasping,
Falling
and rising again.
Shooting away sparks,
dying
and rising again.
Twisting,
Tortured,
Dying.
3/30/2010, age 15, school project
Fire, but a simple flame, kindles in the night.
Slowly, it consumes the trees like waves of the ocean.
It breaks the bonds that create them, that make them whole.
12/1/2011, age 17
A shining star, a cute kitten;
All are beautiful, all are bright.
How is one to avoid the beauty
Of the earth?
You cannot say that laughter is bad
Long mellow strides carry him along the shiny tile floors, with the bright warming sun burning through the slits of the curtains. A new day is brought upon us.
She wrote stories to keep her warm at night
Some nights they were blankets curling around her toes and cradling her neck
Other nights they were kindling in the meager fire at her feet
The light, the light, it is oh so bright
As I run around in the yard with my kite.
He talks to me while he is in the sky
"Hey" I said, he replied with "Bye".
I started to plea "I need you to stay!"
Universal infinite, as strung upon the stars
Collapsing voids, swirling masses of rock and gas, slowly losing solid grasp
Drifting into worlds where the unknown dominates a presence of oxygen
Together we walk hand in hand
feet tingling on the soft silky sand.
Her smile brighter than the sun.
A tree on stage
watch me grow,
but i guarantee not a sellout show.
The blood seeps in
Through the cracks on the walls
And it penetrates
Into my spirit
Evolving my state
Into a more impeccable union
Listlessly it closes in
On the lion
I feel the calming waves
Lapping at me
Through the bright
Blistering sun
And stealing away
Every ounce of innocence
I once possessed
I have never felt so distant
From reality
The sun is hot, the wind is low
and soft against your face.
The trees are green, their shadows
tall and cool in their embrace.
The grass is bright, the flowers vivid,
and swaying in the breeze.
I just want to make a name for myself, a passion to support myself.
This shy soul has words never spoken before, In my mirror these words are constantly repeated, "You're so much more."
THE REAL HER UNEDITED!!
Once a pon a time
From as far back as i could remember there was a girl
Flashing gems mount the noble crown
Dashing passions paint the milky gown
Pulsing plights sound within the hue-ringed hole
Convulsing fashions taint the beautiful soul
The movement in the trees,
The falling of the leaves,
The change of this season -
Looks similar to the changes near me
Visually represented,
The world surrounding my being,
Dear Branches,
Gnarled and twisted.
Dear leavess,
Brown and rotting,
We give thanks to thee,
Dear tree
For through thee
Our family lives vicariously.
Though dead and gone,
We were like the flower
He gave me on that day.
Colorful, blossoming,
Full of life in every way.
This flower smelled so sweet;
Was tall and full of beauty.
And to keep it that way,
A field
Of untrimmed berries
Lies in darkness;
As a rust-redpickup
Lumbers in,
Sleep-eyed children
Clutching Mommy
Wait
For something only they can hear.
It gathers,
I close my eyes.
I want to see
The canopy of oaks
Dancing together
Swaying
Their mossy branches
Back and forth
To their natural rhythm
I want to smell
I watched shadows dance on the wall last night.They told me the stories of their every plight.And I cried, because it reminded me that I was alive;That when they stopped, I’d have no place to hide.
I love the way these words
sweetly caress my mind at night,
"I love you"
Like a gentle breeze that flips my hair
Or the golden rays of sun which warm my soft lips
I watched as I walked the city
Everywhere I see different things
Nothing lies before me
Not one second, munite and hour
Are you there?
Inside of me?
I'm lost and I need you
Looking up into the sky
into the endless blue
seeing all the clouds passing by
the green balloon bright and new
The little girl was shining with glee
this was pur happiness
She had a Janere cat with fat and iggly paws
and every time he spoke, he flashed his great white jaws.
Take my hand feel the warmth emitting from the sand
as ashes burn I will learn not to break
Fragile soul, what more could be at stake?
Oh dear one, don't abandon me
Oh dear one, hear my prayer
When I was your age,
The sky was purple
The geese were green and flew home for winter.
When I was your age,
The sun set blue
and rose from the watery deep and vibrant maroon.
When I was your age,
The breeze, so warm and pleasant.
The flowers, so beautiful and colorful.
The voices of the kids playing across the street, so cute and heartwarming.
The sound of the ice cream truck, so inviting and addicting.
Frozen. The fear inside me wanders around. floats around. Like a leaf in the wind. The despair inside me weighs me down. Sinks me down. Like a anchor dropped at sea. The cold inside me consumes me. Eats me. Like a starving man. I am blue as the
Give me your hand.
You feel that vibration in my chest?
That's called a heartbeat,
and as long as that machine
is pumping that red matter through my veins,
it goes through to my brain,
Don't leave.
Just don't.
Stay close to me.
Be patient and gentle,
then you'll see.
Get to know me.
I have layers upon layers
of thought spent on who I am.
There's contradictions.
It's so hard for us to operate.
We're broken machines.
There must be a kink in our wires,
or rust in our rings.
Tarnished metal and bent-up parts.
You're my tin man
and I'm your tin girl.
I like to let my imagination
run wilder with every
darker shade of the night sky,
as the sunset melts away
onto the other side of the world,
like sherbet ice-cream
left on the counter for too long.
This thing of love,
of loving and being loved.
It consumes me in the gentlest of ways,
softly washing over me until I've been covered up;
a blissful drowning.
I've become willing to risk hitting a shelf
I am like the phoenix.
When I burn, I burn with passion.
I engulf in pain and sorrowful
lessons that twist the flames
in a cyclone of
radiant, red, rotating fire.
The hard way.
The things i go through cause me too, remeber why I, need to be sharper than knives. Brighter than crayola, addicting like Coke, Addicting like coke, A, Cold adolescent addressing, the things in my thoughts.
She stood, hair lapping in the frigid night air, at the coast. The rocky barrier separated the gravel road from a smooth, black and lapping bay. It was pitch black, like thick coffee with grinds that managed to escape into the brew. Lapping.
The rain dropsnot from the clouds,but from the Heavens above.They drip from the treetopsand drop from each branchand nestle into leaves,glisten on webs woven tight fromspiders at night,
In the darkness of the room
I hear your still, cold breaths
I hold a candle light infront of my broken body
I uncover the mask you hide behind
Discovering something wild
You are standing there
Be Yourself
There’s only one thing I can tell you, Sis—
Be yourself.
But be yourself in Christ.
You are a temple, a glorious dwelling,
He said he had a dream
She said she wasn't going to move
He said I'm for truth no matter who tells it
They had a vision years beyond their time
One that wouldn't submit people of color to a life of hardship
The passion is God given
But hidden...
Until a peak of blue grey above a hill was ridden,
In early morning commutes.
It burst – the makings – like swollen paint,
Rain
Sweetly, the rain falls on my yearning face.
Softly, it tumbles and fills the air.
Who can stop this gentle waterfall?
Smile or pain
Which will it be
to speak with a voice
or let action take the lead
Should I go south,
through a maze I know around
or should go north
to maze that looks unbound
climb down
toward shame
thought burning
why I bother trying?
angels never
wait above
drag from
Praying mute prayers;
Prayers of which God refuses to hear.
Speaking life yet swallowing death whole.
Hell's Angel.
Not in JET yet a true beauty.
Not disfigured but with a figure that's crippling.
It is a filthy charge
for the igniting of our tars
papaya lips taste like
lime
salt
and chilies
parted in popular positions
they speak like a ring master artist
Cigar smoke,
possibly from Belgium,
wafting through the air.
Children’s laughter;
the chime-like sound
of babbling brother and sister, perhaps.
A thin silhouette
Pulling my hair into a pony tail
I slip on my shoes
And out the door
I’m greeted by a cloudy sky
The air is thick from last night’s storm
Breathing in the morning air, I take
One step
We walked hand-in-hand
Through the woods
With the sun at our backs
The air tasting like salt
And the sound of water hitting rocks,
We approached the lake.
It's funny,
I'm the size of an
I lay here writing the words I can't say
And the longer my mind fights wondering and wanting to say hey-
And the longer we go without a word, this becomes a never ending day
I have rotted in the ground
Beaten by the howler’s hounds
Galvanized another bound
And, I escaped it
Maybe one day we’ll take a trip to find a space island
or maybe a star island
where we can sit for a little while or maybe all the while
all while tending a garden and the pet cow, 'cause don’t you want a pet cow?
My name is Syed.
It means leader in Arabic.
I was named after the many respected Muslim leaders before me.
Yesterday my name was reserved.
Tomorrow my name will be outgoing.
In my dream my name was optimism.
Why is the rose so beautiful?
In life and death.
It glistens, frosted by the morning tears
that gently fall away,
to die?
Or do they help start life
down deep in the roots of thought.
the rain is pouring
an old man sits on a bench in an open field and looks up at the sky
he reaches for the shovel
he begins to dig
We are perpetually, habitually
tip-toeing through life
always struggling and grappling with
is this wrong or is this right?
They all force us to whisper
when our instinct is to cry,
to cry out at Injustice
as the sun rises,
fiery cracks on the moonlit sky
the cold breath of morning is washed away
leaving the sweet silhouette of stars to fade
Why is strife so memorable?
It seems our struggles are painted on our wings
As we fly to the destination of our dreams
We can remember the murky water
Traveled in and the time that clarity evened
‘Tis sweet thither sun,
atop th’ wavèd sea.
Lone candle in darkness,
from whence it hath risen.
What is a body but from dust is flesh?
'Tis purposeful to carry every soul,
O'er life we sail, traverse with burdens set,
[This skeleton!] This ship! The cracks are felt from deck to hull.
