what is it
what does it mean
how does it work

everyone wants it
but few can see it
and when they do
it is easily forgotten

in order to feel happy
one must feel sad
or flustered
to know what they have experienced

joyous days
frolicking in the sun
the dewy grass tickles
your bare feet

but how is happiness
achieved....
obtained....
gained....
how does one rip it from the hands of our demons
without flinching

when does someone
tell you a secret like this
whisper it into your ear
barley audible
their breath hot against your ear

why.....
why does nothing I do make sense anymore?
why do my friend rely upon me for the emotional support I don't have?
when do I get to fight instead of being the healer

That sandy beach
The sand that you charged on
The sand you fought on
For the people who you knew
And did not

Sand stuck to your boots
It filled your socks
This perseverance
For the people who you did
And did not know

On that sandy beach
You watched as your friends fell
Finally it came for you
The stained beach came closer
The final curtain fell

In order to see light
You must know the dark...

to know it's cold
one must live in the heat

creative writing is not for all
one must be a free thinker
a gust of wind that flies ideas to the heavens to fester into reality
I give a yawp of prowess as my idea returns to me

One must be able to pressure themselves to their best
to bring themselves to the brink of insanity and back
just for the sake of a few words on a page that mean..
what do they mean

symbols we recognize as a language
but when all is said and done
a few words on a page
to be forgotten once after read

they ment something
but meaningless in the minds of an orthodox reader
one who does not **** the very marrow out of life
someone who lays in their bed and reads a book
not understanding ...

                                                ....those small symbols hidden in the page