Im made of energy
Fistfuls of livelihood
Of spirit
Of soul
Of body
And of mind
I am made of life in its most richest form
Pure undiluted existence
A thousand flames sparking and igniting upon themselves all at once
I am made of light
Of darkness
Of beauty
Of imperfection
Of detail
Of depiction
Of hope
Of faith
Of wrong
Of right
Of words
Of thoughts
Of feelings
Of emotions
Of experiences
Of loved ones
Of dreams had
Of dreams to be
A little bit of you
And the rest is just me
4LIFE
The town that I live in feels lonely at night. It seems as though it only comes alive while in the midst of a sin. It wasn’t always like this.. but in a way, I guess that it was. For the sake of all those nights that once ruled this place. Those nights that were ours. That were so intoxicating they bled through one another. There were times when we surpassed daylight, and it seemed as though the days had overlapped. So much that it felt as though it would never end. It felt as though us and our experiences were infinite. Infinite enough to last forever. The world was ours and there was nothing that we couldn’t or wouldn’t do. We ravaged through life in our hunt for freedom. The kind that lived beyond the red white and blue. When the world was sleeping safe and sound, we were out there somewhere. Wandering in search for a light to shine inside the darkness. I remember the way it felt in those moments. I remember the way it smelled like smoke, and fire, and cigarettes, and summer nights. I remember the way everything got blurry as we spun wildly, and sweetly out of control. We had nothing to hold on to but each other, and the trace amounts of innocence and youth we had left. Live fast and die young. That was the stake of our claim. We were all just dancing our own dance against the sound of our chaos. We thought we had discovered the true meaning of life.. and in our own way, we had. We were dominated by our convictions, and it was beautiful.
We left our mark on the world. I think that’s what matters most. That even though we all went our separate ways in the end, each of us will always carry a piece of who we were then. Each of us will forever bare the scars of our fallen youth. We are all indefinitely a part of each other. For that I am blessed.
The timing of commodities.
Postponing until the perfect time, he said.
The simplicity of our love possibly deceives him.
She smirks and looks him in the eyes.
And she begins to confess how she thinks,
nobody is ever ready; there is no perfect timing.
You know the timing of commodities isn't as important as you think.
You'll soon see what continues to be
the most valuable thing as we live and breathe
is the measures and efforts we seize
as we survive to coexist with time and space.
I Want To
I want to be stronger.
I want to live longer.
I want to experience new.
I want to fly higher,
Be less of a crier,
And do all that I'm here to do.
I want to be kinder.
I don't want to go blinder.
I still want to see the sky blue.
But most of all
I want to go all in,
To completely fall in
Incredible amounts of love with you.
#love #romance #howcute
Lost and Found
And I can’t help but wonder where it is that I went wrong. I learned long ago that it is dangerous to let your mind travel the journey back to the past. Still, I think it’s a part of human nature. I think it’s unavoidable that we use the past to try and understand ourselves. The how’s and why’s of why we are the way we are. We go digging up our memories like bones that were buried in the back yard years ago. We try and dust them off, and then use them to connect the dots. To assemble the puzzle that looks so confusing until we find the missing pieces, and put it all together. But for some of us, there are pieces that cannot be retrieved. There are things that we did, or that we endured that cannot be remembered. And perhaps that is our own unconscious form of self preservation. Perhaps some things are better lost then they are found. And rather then digging up all of those things that were laid to rest, we must learn to accept it. We must learn to let go of the things we cannot get back to, and of the things that we cannot get back. Maybe then the past won’t have such a say in who we are. Maybe we will be able to define ourselves only with who we are right now. Right here. In this present moment. Maybe, just maybe... we will even be set free.
The First Encounter
Greetings, child.
I don’t believe we’ve met.
I’ve met all those on this street before, but I suppose, not you.
My name is Shame.
No, dear, not Shane.
Yes, dear, you heard me right the first time.
I am indeed very sorry that we are only just meeting.
But what a pleasure it is indeed.
I thank you for opening your home to us, even if it is only for a little while.
So, I suppose, a grand greeting is in order.
May I introduce you to my friends, like brothers they are to me.
Him over there, in the corner, you see? He’s my pal, Depression. Hey, by the way, do you see the soaking carpet beneath him? No, no, the ceiling isn’t leaking, if you look close enough - follow my finger child, just above his sullen head, yes right there, you see? There’s a dreary little cloud, kind of like a pet. Feel free to go and see, but careful not to go too near. You may get rather wet.
And the little fellow over here, the one bouncing on your furniture, he too is a friend of mine, his name is Anxiety. Quite an odd chap indeed. You would do well to keep some distance, he has this strange habit of offering hugs that simply crush your chest, my dear. But indeed he may be useful at times, he will always keep you grounded, whenever you ask for his advice.
But, dear, fear not. We won’t be here to stay.
We’ll just be here to keep you company, until you feel okay.
Unrequited Dispute
If I was depicted of my greatest omission; would there be anything left of my presence?
If I were to bare the true effects of my memories; would anyone see beyond the truth that I so easily betrayed?
If I were to relinquish my most unfavored convictions; would I seek validation to sustain my existence?
And if I unveiled the true depth of my indignities; would my eyes ever reach beyond the limits of their hesitation?
