3-1-2015

I remember yesterday.
The morning birds notes gleefully played.
I remember yesterday.

I remember yesterday.
The brightest morning there was seen,
And yet there was no sun to beam.
The wispy air and tired eyes,
The devotion we all strive and try.
My God, Selah.
I remember yesterday.

I remember yesterday.
The day less fatigued from creaking souls.
A new perception, new sights, and new goals.
Classes flying, life goodbye-ing.
Joyous day filled without even trying.
I remember yesterday.

I remember yesterday.
The jokes he told.
Simply comedy gold.
The smile he gave.
Mentality leaping from a grave.
I am renewed and alive.
I can't wait to see him and thrive.
I remember yesterday.

I remember yesterday.
Two laughs blended to a familiar tune.
Those girls brought me hope, and good fortune.
To see them laugh, and smile;
So hard, so deep, it's been a while.
My sun and moon and stars above
The pattern of their love.
I remember yesterday.

I remember yesterday.
Yet yesterday is yanked from possibilities.
Only reminiscing in soliloquys.
Pointless to wish for it reoccurring.
Now for new memories with a base for ushering.
But I will always remember yesterday.

Don't mistake me for some mere mortal man, despite the fact that is what I am.

These numbers all add up, and by "add up" I don't mean "make sense". I mean compile, compound, and condense.

You are every number you are assigned. Your weight, and your height, but you're still one of a kind.

Perhaps the start became askew, as now you have to appease a certain view.

Because maybe between, "I'm trying to lend a hand," and "I'm trying to understand,"

WE found "I'm trying to define." "To outline."

To segregate, to separate.

Maybe it's time we left all these numbers behind, out of mind, and then we'll start to find;

Infinity.

By a symbol it comfortably dwells, and it is free of numeric prison cells.

I will not be shackled in digits, but I cannot be the only one to fix it.

I will have trinities on my breast, and infinitys on my liver will rest.

I will have hearts stained on my kidneys,
And upon my stomach I will florescent trees.

And as all immaculate things must fall,
Down will come symbols, purity and all.

Our descendants will come to our same flawed fate, and symbols will cages create.

Children's children's children will awake, and words they will commemorate.

They will see through to when the pen was invigorated. When words were made and encased and plated.

They will see that though words can strip and tear and disintegrate, words will never fail to free and weld and amalgamate.

So do not mistake me for some mere mortal man despite the fact that is what I am.

Because as time has past on and numbers become ballast,
I will never forget words, the first and the last.

Poetry~ They can't know it's me,
I tell myself they'll never know.
It is my way to flow,to let go.

The words in my head need to be freed,
But the windmills won't turn,
It's only a breeze.

Maybe if they could see how I see,
Or feel what I feel,
Maybe they'd know how I feel is real.

"Why so locked up?
You're not as loquacious.
You used to be loud, annoying, bodacious."

I think what you're seeing is what you remember,
The little girl I was, that was last December.

Now the May flowers are springing,
The haikus they're bringing.

To the world that's now opened,
My small self seems choked.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not very old,
But despite my young age my experience grows.

I know what I think, and I know that I'm right
So please don't be blinded by your bias in sight.

My age is merely a mark,
So please, don't stop me before I start.

~Kj

"Why don't you like anyone? Let your hormones run wild! Live young while you can, it's ok to be a child."

Ask my again why I lack infatuation. These malignant young men need maturation.

They call it a crush, there's a reason, trust me I'm sure. It's destructive, it's toxic, it's flawed to the core.

The second I fall, or crumble, or slip; that's the day the time bomb, the dormant suffering wire is tripped.

The pointless pain from boys driven by ***, when I'm repulsed they'll just become another ex.

Why ask for pain when he gives you a glance? Why sit there and beg for just a chance?

You'll never love him, nor will he, you;
You'll just sit and wane and tell yourself it's not true.

I'm sorry it's blunt, but it's honest;
So before you let yourself love think on it.

~Kj