Let me go
Permit me to take off,
running through the brambles and long grass
past the trees, through the ice
Let me reach the runway
picking up speed as I sprint across the barren ground
erasing all memories of blank gray
as I prepare to enter the sky
Let me fly
let me take to the skies by my own devices
leaping, dancing, however I choose
just let me spread my wings
Let me see
beyond the clouds, let me find the sun
feel its rays, absorb, soak in the warmth from its blaze
get as close as I can to capture some of its brilliance without burning
Or better yet, let me burn
let me crackle, sizzle, ignite, rage, explode!
let me truly live
constrained by nothing, soaring through and beyond the clouds
to the very core of the sun
Let me radiate the sun's light for all to see
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
Outside there is Life
Vitality
Freedom
There is Joy
Love, Friendship, Community, Faith, Individuality, Hope, Confidence
Outside there is Life
Inside there is cold
sadness
a broken spirit
there is fear
frustration, anger, boredom, confusion, loneliness, desire but no fire
God did not give me a spirit of timidity, they tell me. He gave me a spirit of courage.
But I cannot feel it.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC
Look
I'm sorry I stood you up.
I could offer lame excuses
but they would mask the real reason why I left you hanging
I stood you up because you make me nervous
You are unapologetically unique
and I'm disarmed by how open you are
I feel like I could look into your eyes and see to the depths of your soul
and I'm not sure I would understand what I saw
So I avert my eyes,
Pretend I forgot about your invitation
Pretend I lost your number
I'm not strong enough to encounter your strength
And now, with feigned indifference,
I've built up a wall between us which will be almost impossible to tear down
All because I was afraid
I was afraid of you
because you're different
But more than that
I was afraid of myself
I was afraid that your beauty would make me realize how plain I am
and was afraid of the painful self-reflection that would bring
You see, I don't understand
how to have serious conversations with people
I don't understand
how to build friendships
and something about eye contact makes me want to retreat to a safe, solitary place
I wish I could explain my selfishness and self-loathing to you
I wish I could make you understand that I stood you up
not because you're different or because I don't like you
but because I'm afraid of myself
It's not you, it's me.
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 1:29 AM UTC
Number 12 we trust
Lead us to the Superbowl
Yeah Aaron Rodgers
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 12:16 AM UTC