Jul 16

Come Undone

Tightly wound,
Clutching morals in desperate hands,
Always hungry for more.
More truths,
Wrapped within lies,
And lies,
Hidden like a seed in truths.

Standing rigid,
A statue,
The perfect exemplar of trust.
The only thing marring the perfectness of the statue,
Is the worry lines,
From years upon years,
Of nothing but being 'perfect'.

Wandering blind,
In the dark, twisted ways of the world.
The only hand to hold on to,
Is the one they are never sure they can trust.

But still,
They do,
Too bound by the standards,
Preset for them,
No way to disable them.

The human mind is no phone,
It isn't a one of the simple games of a child.
The mind of a human being is complex,
Confusing,
Going forwards, backwards, sideways, up, and down,
All at once.

The mind is wound up,
Always working,
Working,
Working,
Jul 12

As We Fall

Wind rushing past,
Fast enough to steal the breath from your lungs.
Memories,
Thoughts,
Replaying at high speed.

The fall of a person,
The fall of a nation,
Tumbling
d
  o
    w
       n,
down,
down,
Into the ashes,
Remants of the time before,
The time before the fall.

As we fall,
I wonder,
How have we done this,
To ourselves?

As anger and hate collide,
I ask,
Why must we throw words at each other,
Like they are bullets,
Torpedos,
Bombs,
Grenades?

As morals sink,
Hopes dim,
I question,
How can we fix this?
This mess we have made?

But then,
As we fall,
Some rise,
And I begin to hope.

As we fall,
Will we rise?
Jul 08

Human

A million little mistakes,
A million triumphs,
A million words,
A billion thoughts,
All rolled into one.

Falling down,
Standing back up,
Climbing,
Soaring,
Flying,
All at once.

Places traveled,
Things done,
Goals met.

Tears,
Laughter,
A million and one emotions.

All at once.

A cacophany of colors,
Sounds,
Ideas.

All together,
Forming a

Human.
 
Jul 02

A Letter To My Country

Dear America,
Where to start?

Your people are divided,
In hate,
And in love
Some spend their days isolated,
Others do the isolating

America,
Your people are scared,
Hurting,
Worried,
Oblivious

So many of our issues are being overlooked
Like they never mattered
Like you couldn't care less

Dear America,
I was raised pledging allegiance
Every morning
I was raised to respect
Those who shaped our land

I was taught our history,
The wars,
That anger,
That awful hate
And now I see history repeating itself

America,
Are we nothing
But a ticking time bomb?
A nation waiting to explode?
Are we destroying ourselves,
From the inside?

America,
I beg you to change your ways.
I ask you to listen to the pleas of your people
I want you to realize what we are doing to ourselves
Jun 18

Broken

The pieces of her heart,
Strewn around,
Shattered on the floor.
Her eyes are empty,
The light within them lost.
Her loss cuts her deep.
Her loss cuts him deep too.
Her heart is broken,
Beyond repair.
She is broken,
Maybe unfixable.
And he...
He is the one who broke her.
Jun 18

Flashlight

On
Off
On
Off
Light
Dark
Light
Dark
The flashlight,
A narrow beam of wobbling light.
Illuminating only a little bit of the whole.
Showing a piece of the big picture.
When it flicks off,
We go back to darkness,
It doesn't make a difference if our eyes are closed.
Darker than night.
When that battery dies,
The light is gone.
And we are alone,
In the dark.
May 21

Footsteps

Following,
In the footsteps,
Of those around me.
Always,
Trying to prove,
That I can be great,
I can be amazing,
I can be outstanding,
I can be enough.
Sprinting to keep up,
Following,
Always following.
Living in the shadows,
Never touching the spotlight.
Backstage,
In the dark.
Lonely,
In the way I only am,
When I am trying to be someone else.
Following,
In the footsteps of those around me.
And now,
​I am ready to make my own.
May 15

Tainted Sunset

The sunset,
Now bittersweet.
Reminding me that,
Yes,
It is beautiful.
But also,
This marks the end of the day.
The end of something.
In autumn,
When the colored leaves fall,
I remember,
That they are falling because they no longer live.
It is an ending.
A very,
Very final ending.
And I remember.
I remember that endings,
Are beautiful,
Exciting,
Enchanting,
Wonderful,
And so much more,
​Just like beginnings.

 
May 08

So Blank, So Full

Staring,
Watching,
Glaring,
Pouting,
Frowning,
At the blank page.
White.
So stark,
So harsh,
So empty.
The blank piece of paper.
Yes,
So blank.
And yet,
So full,
At the same time.
Full of thoughts not yet written,
Words not yet said,
Dreams not yet dreamed,
Full of everything,
And nothing,
At the same time.
So blank,
So full,
And so,
So,
Beautiful.
 
May 05

All I Can

In the beginning,
All I could wish for was you.
All I could see was the future.
All I could think of was laughter.
All I could be was a ray of light.
All I could do,
Was be there,
For you.
And now...
When everything has changed,
All I can wish for is this moment.
All I can see is now.
All I can think of is what comes next.
All I can be is just me.
All I can do is live my own life.
In the end,
It all comes down to the truth,
And what I am convincing myself.
Suddenly,
The two are one and the same.
And it's beautiful.
It is all I can ever want.
 

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