The beauty of poetry
expands far beyond
the immersive imagery,
and whimsical similes
used to portray the artists'
No amount of consistent,
no amount of precision
in thesaurus culminations,
nor the long-learned,
undermine the essence:
the exact moment in time
where a poem is
and ultimately conceived---
I wish i had one.
I wish passing by someone or something
I'd see things more clear
No hate, no concernes, no envy, no fear.
Just a light ride
I'm stuck in the silence of my own body
My mind is running wild
I'm like a tornado inside a a house made of glass
Leave it to a day away to make you rethink things.
Where are you going?
Why are you going?
How are you going?
What are you taking with you?
What are you leaving behind?
All I hope is that
I am going forward
so I can be happy,
adding to what memories I have
I went to the beach in search of epiphany.
I was hoping to find her among the clouds,
witnessing her morph into an ivory shape that would
probe my unconscious into fashioning
some big epiphany
out of her silver linings,
relentless against the beating winds.
unearth him beneath the patterns of cracks in rocks; and
he would weave a veiny trial to
lead my psyche into navigating
the big epiphany
after testing his infallible focus,
relentless against the beating waves.
I felt the sea spray tease my toes
the maritime breeze whip my face
the scraggly sand stab my heels
the roaring waves crash against the jagged cliff
I did not find epiphany.
all I found
was that again
I felt small.
I had an epiphany
It was so strange
I was looking at everything in a different way
Nothing was wrong with me!
I suddenly realized
There's something wrong with everyone else, not I!
I still may not be beautiful or perfect or anything
But I do know that there isn't a damned thing wrong with me
I figured it out, and nearly gone insane
But it numbed me instead of exploding my sanity
I felt everything and nothing
My mind was moving and wondering the same things
The answers unknown
The questions never asked
Nothing made sense, because people's brains are dead
They would say I'm insane for everything in my head
Drop your preconceptions of me at the door
Who do you see?
Not the person that was there before
I just always wanted a chance
To prove that I was something different
Than who you thought I was
But I only need to prove it to myself
I see that now
I am me
And you are you
I don't need anyone's acceptance but my own
Because, after all, above anyone else
We need to be able to live with ourselves