caleb-wilcoxson
American
I am currently a Senior at Ball State University in Indiana. I love to write and get everything that is on my chest out. Music is a big factor in my writing, as are my beliefs. Everything I write has a meaning, and an inspiration and is important to me. I just hope to spread my ideas on and leave this world a better place than it started.
May everyday be a celebration.
A celebration of the small amount of perspective time what we are allotted on this earth.
So love wildly, live boldly, and never look back.
Take in every moment and admire the magnitude of the gift you have been given.
Celebrate the lights, the sounds, and the senses you take for granted.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 1:48 PM UTC
I am what I am
What I was, and what I have been.
I am forever changing, minutely static.
I live in each passing moment,
only to aspire for what my future holds,
all the while acknowledging my past.
Our condition is limiting, so we must live in our dreams.
My wishes, my fears, my ever changing attitude,
I allow myself the power of absolute observation.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 1:42 PM UTC
Take away love and it's you and I
But put it back and our sentence is complete
A lasting idea, an emotion from within
With you I am whole, and on you I depend
This idea is molded and structured for two
Just three little words that stick like glue
Grammatically correct when two are one,
Joined by an action second to none.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 2:57 PM UTC
To dream of dreams of dreadful sorts,
replacing ends with abundance of substance
for reluctance of ravishing rebels' tales.
The story of glory forever prevails
in the moments that pass in setting sails.
O' the mockery of labor on those Western rails.
A world untraced in forbidden trails.
The complex collaboration of conjunctive sorry hearts
pitches a feeling of ferocity and animosity
towards the generosity of the genocidal gender races.
When all they wanted was their "saving graces."
The unmarked tombs of those nameless faces.
Where were you when their race was wasted?
A race misplaced for the trending traces.
As I solemnly slip from the silhouette of sanity
to sit and revel in revolutionary frames.
These games we play to tame the sun.
If tomorrow never comes, then what have we done?
We're fixed on the war that can never be won.
But if you sit this one out you will surely be shunned.
Now tell me my child, why is it you've come?
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:51 PM UTC
These are the days we live, breathe, and die for
So much to gain and so much to cry for.
Cherish the ones who cherish you too
Beloved are those, both humble and true.
In pain there is growth and renewal of life
If we could switch places, I'd bear your knife.
It's true, you know, how they say when you die
Your sould will move on and live in the sky.
I know you are happy and free to remain
And I hope for the day, I can see you again.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 3:35 PM UTC
Come and rest your head upon mine,
I'll bury your woes and shelter your spine.
I've seen the troubles along your way,
Alas, it is time to let them lay.
Though your heart grows weak, your soul remains pure
If ever I grow ill, you would be my cure.
In comfort my heart reaches you still,
But in pain you chose me, instead of the pill.
In two, there is one, if one should exist,
If not, there is none, but only a mist.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 3:29 PM UTC
In the quiet and still, nature came before us.
In pursuit of the thrill, nature came before us.
From the journey with the wave, nature came before us.
From the cross to the grave, nature came before us.
On a warm summer's night, nature came before us.
In expedition's of flight, nature came before us.
Under leagues of the seas, nature came before us.
To sacrificing tree's, nature came before us.
In a fiery blaze, nature came before us.
At the end of all days, nature comes before us.
(and then she spoke)
"Free me" she says, in the faintest tone
"I have offered myself, and my throne.
You've taken all I have, and still what I have not
My meek and meager son, your mother left forgot."
The song of the redeemed is playing ins your head
A chance to save our mother, a rescue from the dead.
Set her will aflame, her prescence brought about,
Absence is, (just) things left without.
Faith is (just) believing, absent of all doubt.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 3:24 PM UTC
All we are is a memory,
Lost in the passing of time,
Waiting to be recalled and relived.
An instant can change us,
A mind can erase us,
But time will always hold us dear
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 3:16 PM UTC
I wish to take from you everything and leave you with nothing.
Not the shirt on your back nor the shoes on your feet.
I want to strip you down to your flesh and bones
You will not thank me, at least, I do believe.
Time will pass and you will sit and wonder
How heartless was I? How cruel and so mean?
As you contemplate fault your opinions will fluxuate.
Until you see the end, the truth, the love, the freedom.
You see, free from obsession and possession there is truth.
Truth in absolution, and the absolute is nothing.
Nothing ever lasts to tell the tales of time.
So too are you, not but a mirror of the self you wish to see.
Projections of reality loom in subconscious thoughts based upon needs.
The need to survive, and to grow, and belong, and be loved,
Projecting themselves outward seeking their quickest avenue to satisfaction.
Like lightning seeks the ground, their pace is rapid and unnoticeable.
But you, you are man, doomed for failure of such unnoticed events.
Your greatest success is simply understanding the truth in you.
Nothing is as real, as concrete, as it seems to be.
In this you can truly be set at ease.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 3:11 PM UTC
A piece, a place, a part of me
The inner side you never see
My hidden strength and bouyancy
Set for the eyes of only she.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 2:54 PM UTC