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Ami Oct 2018
Time wilts the flower
Ages the wine

It is both a blessing & a curse

It gives us the chance to be with those we love, but takes them away from us when it ends

With time we are granted two choices:
You can spend it wisely
or
you can waste it

One thing I know for sure is:
Time is rarely on our side
Ami Sep 2018
What are we, but a simple vessel?

A stopping place for something bigger than we could ever know.

You see the flesh and hear the sound of my heart, but do you feel the passion that burns within?

We live with borrowed time, time that slips away if one is not careful.

Will you stand out in the rain or let the snow fall upon your face?

Can you understand the maps of the stars or how the moon cannot live without the sun?

Do we truly understand what we are, when there are galaxies and worlds unexplored?

How complex is the human mind, when even the vast oceans are left un-examined?

When thinking of everything there is yet to understand, will we ever know what we are?
This may not make any sense, but it's something on my mind and something I have felt the need to share.

There are so many questions in the world and some I'm afraid will never have answers brought to light.
Ami Sep 2018
The day you stop letting your imagination have even an inkling of freedom, is the day you stop living and simply begin to exist.
Ami Sep 2018
Poetry and writing are more than just putting words to paper.

They flow from my heart.

My soul.

From deep within.

For me it's not just a passion, but my entire existence.

The greats that came before me, oh how they have been etched into every fiber of my being.

Their words, their works, & the movement they started for us all, it's the very reason I strive to express myself.

Words have become my master and I a willing slave to them.

They mold me.

They break me.

Yet they make me whole all at the same time.

I will never be able to convey how much words mean to me.

I hope to be able to move others with my work, just as my work has moved me.
I'm feeling rather passionate tonight about writing. It has always meant so much to me and I will never be able to express just how much. It will always be a part of me and I hope that I will always be able to convey the passion I have in every stroke of a pen or every tap from my computer keyboard.

Words are meant to be beautiful and are meant to move. Never to hurt, destroy, nor tear anyone down.

Maybe I'm a dreamer, but is being a dreamer really all that bad?
Ami Sep 2018
As the saying goes: There is a very thin line between love and hate.

They are two of the more powerful emotions.

Where hate drives one to ****, the other drives one to die for those they love.
Ami Sep 2018
We were written by the Gods on a blank canvas sky

We were sculpted from clay
By the masters of art

Your hand melts into mine
Your eyes light my fire

I was designed for you
&
You for I
Ami Sep 2018
The generations before us have brought forth so much.

The chance to have a voice, to have a dream, and to have a right among those who operate on small minds.

Before us were those who stood up and demanded to be heard, demanded to be seen, and demanded to be taken seriously.

The world today has come so far because of those before us.

I cannot sit idly by and let my words be left unspoken.

I cannot let my wants and desires in life just be dreams left to wither away.

Those before us have paved the way for those of us who are tired of seeing people being mistreated because of their race, age, ****** orientation, or beliefs.

The world was not mean to be powered by hate and those before us made sure to set in motion the uprising for those who are tired of seeing destruction on every face.

What you do with your time here on earth is entirely up to you, but for me, I aspire to be amongst those before us.
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