I was walking down the sidewalks one day
with a euphoric smile on my face.
I look up
I look down
I look left and right.
And
I
Saw.
Life
without
Life
And I wondered-
Where are all the people who
reached to the stars
letting their minds loose to
the far ends of the galaxies
Where are all the people who
sang with their hearts
letting their body dance to
the songs of their inner-self
Where are all the people who
sailed the seas of life
conquering storm after storm to
get to the land of hope
Where?
Because all I see ---
Are people who
have their heads hung low
with their hands reaching
towards the ground
all I see
are people who have lost
the muchness in their eyes
their eyes open,
but not seeing.
Here they are.
not looking
not reaching
not dancing
not sailing
Not Living!
These people
Walking on the sidewalks
With their pace picking up speed
faster and faster
as if they were running.
I say,
Stop!
Slow down!
and
Live!
Stop not seeing
Life for what it is!
full of wonders and wanderers!
Stop not looking
For hope, and for joy!
Because if we keep looking
Only then would we discover.
Stop not reaching
For greater heights!
Because there are still more stars
to hold.
Stop not dancing
for if you listen closely
you would hear the sounds of life
making music for what it is.
Stop not sailing
Because across the vast ocean of life
There maybe storms, and tsunamis
but at the end might we find the land of treasures
Stop not Living!
because there is nothing more unfortunate
than to see a man who lives life in death.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
I can be vapid.
I can pretend...
I can accomplish.
This simple- amends.
I hate that I can’t trust you.
I no longer love you...
You broke my trusting heart.
And now I'm done with you
You are too self-absorbed to see
What you now are to me.
Barely tolerated
This CHARADE
Is even BORING
Why do I bother to make you happy?
When I --
no longer--
care.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
I hate it
When you really want
To write something
Profound.
And all that comes out
Is garbage.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
I woke up and I'm still suffocating
Oh God please give me space
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
Tossed aside
Without even a
Sidelong glance
Trash
Well **** you
**** your demons
Breathe in
Breathe out
Goodbye.
Hello
beautiful tomorrow
And every
possible future
Mine
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
They say the language you cry in
Is the one you are born with
And though I concede
This is true
You aren't worth a tear in my tongue!
So je plue
Je plue
Je n'ai pluere pas pour toi
Je n'ai pluere pas pour toi
I won't cry for you now anynore
You aren't worth the tears
You said you were leaving,
I begged you to stay
I don't know why I
Said those words anymore
I already knew the truth in my heart
That it wasn't real because I'm not falling apart
Why did I even bother to try?!
You arent worth the tears in the language I cry
Why did I even bother to try?!
You aren't worth the tears in the language I cry
The language I cry
The language I cry
You aren't worth the tears
In the language I cry
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
Midnights sweet caress
Is nothing compared
To the shock
Of the morning hour
Startled awake by
Bad dreams
That
I can't quite
Remember
Filling me
With an
Uneasy dread
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
Sometimes
Everything hits you
at once--
Like a train car
Full blast
No breaks
All at once you're sad
You're sick
You're alone
You're a mess
And you reach out
For help,
Only to find that when
They try to help you
They try to rob you
Of your pain
And sometimes
You just aren't done with
it just yet---
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
Home is a funny word
Home is something I thought I never had
In middle school
In high school
I was tossed about
Adrift
My home was a suitcase
My parent's houses, hotels
I didn't live in one place enough
To form the close bonds
In order to have the kinds of relationships
That I needed to have.
I became self-destructive
By the time I got to college,
I wouldn't know a friend from an enemy
If they punched me in the chest
Threw me against a wall
Or held me down and hurt me
But then I found that I'd had friends all along
People who wanted me to be safe and happy
That I had been too destructive to notice
And as soon as I realized that,
New friends appeared
I cleansed my life of my enemies
and I began to find myself
In the sea of hate
So when I left my mother's house in September
I didn't think I would feel the loss
I had left the house before
But I didn't realize the difference it would make
To know I'd never come back.
And these city lights
Are beautiful
But they are not my home
My home is where my friends are
My home is somewhere between us and me
So if I get forgetful, text too little or if I text too much.
Know that I love you
And I'm just a little out of touch
With how friendships are supposed to be
And that I miss my home now more than anything
And I miss my family too
And though I may have been broken
I'm fixed now, good as new
And I hope you love me too.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Where do you feel most at peace?
It’s a simple enough question,
But reality carried into another dimension
Trickling waterfalls and rivers down to the ground.
I used to think I loved the city
Was enamored
Enthralled
Engorged with my love of
Skyscrapers
Buildings so tall that I couldn’t see
The sun.
But as I’ve grown older
And finally emigrated to one of
My beloved urban centers
I soon discovered
My truth was
Slightly off center
Now I could tell you stories about buildings and culture
And man made designs so beautiful
It could break
Your heart
But the thing
That always
Caught me
In reality
Were the people
The animals
The trees
The patch of grass
Struggling
To survive.
So in the city I am
The city so big and bustling that I can’t even
Hear myself think
And I ask myself
Was the woods really that bad?
Because in the forest I’m alone,
But I’m alone here in the city
What’s worse?
Loneliness in actuality
Or loneliness in spirit
I HAVE A QUESTION
What do you look for when you travel?
Do you seek out
Shopping
Food
Parks
Buildings
Landmarks
History
A lover
Do you skip over the people
And starving children
Looking at you
With those big, big eyes?
What are we missing today?
What am I missing in
This concrete building
Staring at a wall
Because my window
Doesn’t have a skyline
The movies LIE
Now I can tell you stories
About city blocks
A lovers arms
And laughing at bars with friends
But nothing brings me back to center
Like the forest.
My favorite parts of when I traveled
Was when I found the woods
Go to Copenhagen, go to Paris and look.
You can find them,
They’re still there where
We left them
Just like
My soul.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC