What if you wake up tomorrow
and forget who you are
and who you used to be?
Is it all gone?
Have all the people you’ve ever met
and all the places you’ve ever been to
disappeared instantaneously?
Why don’t you step outside your comfort zone
before you lose yourself to your naked truth.
Are you living?
Or are you simply breathing in the toxins of your own demise?
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Nothing is impossible,
from the dazzling lights
to the trumpets from mars,
that heightens the imagination
from a curious state of mind.
What will you do?
What will you say?
In this day and in this hour
to embark on your journey
that is meant for you
and you alone.
All is possible
as the leaves grow
and wither down below
to disintegrate
and help provide for
a new generation of youth.
The world is yours
to change and to amend.
What will you do?
What will you say?
In this day and in this hour
to embark on your journey
that is meant for you
and you alone.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
The air that surrounds me
calms my spirit down.
The green of the trees
paint a picture of purity.
It's silent and calming,
I dare say so.
The rhythm of the sound,
drifting like an echo,
breathes life into me.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
If you live your days
like you’re not living at all,
will you be remembered?
And will your presence
be heard?
Will there be a voice,
illuminating the darkness
that may someday
make its way through?
Will the oceans
be there to guide you
when you need it
the most?
Will the strength you have,
help you at your worst?
Your mere presence
is the key to your very own
successful bliss.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC
We are lost souls
trying to find out
where we belong
in this universe
filled with rotten spices
and uniformed diseases
set to make us fall,
but you know
we will be back
to stand up tall
with the strength we carry
to improvise
whenever we need to be
realistically alright
and fend off the darkness
that may arise
quicker than one may blink
and say it's fitting
to be like this
when in fact
the truest of words
were painted on a fabric
of world bliss
carrying to sooth the soul
and bring the best
in every situation
and every constellation
in the sky
and in our selves today.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
Sometimes there are mysteries
Here and there
Needing to be solved
By you and I.
But where did the time go?
It flashed before my eyes,
Just in time for me to realize
Some mysteries weren’t solved
By you and I.
Some were solved
Independently
For we aren’t one in the same.
We are human,
Yes we are;
But as a matter of fact,
We may need each other
To solve some mysteries,
Yet we are capable
And strong enough
independently.
We have our own paths to follow
As we aren’t one in the same.
Although we may be
Each other’s puzzle pieces,
We are free to be free
And experience life
Through an independent lens
Aware of all the possibilities.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
I finally know who I am.
I am a female goddess.
And that is who I am.
I am drifting so high,
That I am flying and reaching the sky,
With my pure touch.
I am smiles, laughs, and hugs.
I am brave, kind, and tough.
I crave new sights and beautiful hums.
I am clumsy, nosey, and moody.
I am foolish and selfish, but I care.
I want to make a difference and impact the world.
This is who I am.
I am not afraid to be me.
So do not be afraid to be you.
Being a goddess doesn't mean I'm perfect,
Oh no, I am far from perfect,
But I indulge in my imperfections,
So in a sense I am perfect and so are you.
I promise it’s a lovely thing.
Be true to yourself,
Because you and I
Are beautiful human beings.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
I frequently question where it is that I fit,
In this world filled with lonely souls.
Yes it is true that we are always going to be alone;
We may find company within another,
But one soul does no equal two.
I do not mean to say that I am depressed and you are too.
No, life is meant for us alone.
We are to conquer our fears,
Believe in our own truths,
Find our own path from where we were placed here on earth.
We are forever alone,
But it is not painful.
It is something to smile about.
Although, I still question where it is that I fit,
In this world filled with lonely souls.
I think I know, but I’m not certain.
I guess I need to just take life as it may come,
With open arms and laughs that will turn the night sky,
Into a dazzling arena of glowing stars.
I can dance to the rhythm of the many heartbeats,
That envelope my shaking hands,
But I will always know that I am to face life alone today,
Alone tomorrow, and alone every day.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
Love is in the air, they say.
Is that really true or a made up fairy fuse?
I cannot see it, nor can I feel the ray.
It isn’t an easy way to choose.
Do I believe, or do I deny its existence.
The truth is not in front of me,
For I do not know where to trace
My beloved soul to find the long lost key.
I have never loved like the kind of love,
One can find in a romantic film on a Friday night.
So how can I believe in an empty glove?
Where is the reality in this flight of right?
I am horrified to know what it really feels like.
The thought of relying on another for happiness,
Gives me the chills up on the ****
Dependency is what I fear, just like the madness.
Not to mention the utter heartbreak,
Most humans seem to endure.
I do not wish to become a salted lake,
Trying to find a very rare cure.
What shall I do in this time of day?
How can I believe in love?
When I am too fearful to become gray.
Maybe some day I will find my dove,
Or perhaps, I will simply fade away.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
There’s a garden filled with lilies and roses,
Dancing to the swift, musical breeze,
That surrounds the plentiful, beautiful aroma
Of the summer air.
My heart is thumping so loudly;
I find it difficult to consume oxygen.
It is a necessity, yet I struggle,
Like a person trapped inside a tight shut coffin.
The birds are so lovely,
They sing and chirp to the rhythm of sound,
That seems to echo and bounce,
From the caves not so far off.
I see too many colors to capture in one;
There are yellows, greens, browns, and blues,
That command my attention in this summer day,
For the beauty is too great to try to ignore.
I’m at peace, filled with tranquility,
Or so I say to myself as I watch with dismay.
I’m a walking lie, yet I feel nothing,
But I feel everything all at once.
The confusion is too great,
But the emptiness is there,
Not allowing me to think,
Not allowing me to be the creator in me.
Is this how it feels to lose all hope?
Is this how it feels to lose sympathy?
This may as well be why some choose drugs,
Instead of the high gained through excitement, you see.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC