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Jan 2019 · 3.5k
// Together //
Ricky Jan 2019
“Let's be together"
"I wish I knew what to say"
"Oh.. uh.. it's okay"
Dec 2018 · 930
Teachers + Influences
Ricky Dec 2018

It’s weird how people who are in charge of influencing our futures grow tired of doing just that, then complain how we lack direction.

I’m calling out the teachers who stoped caring about the complexities each child has in their life, and instead of taking the time to understand and help develop their abilities and talents, they have their students to the bare minimum to make their own jobs easier.

This doesn’t have to be just teachers though, it can be parents too. The ones who never learned to heal themselves so their child grows up in the dark looking up to people who lead them down the wrong path because that’s the only way they can get the love and attention they want.
It takes a whole village to raise a child.
Nov 2018 · 3.6k
// Center Tree //
Ricky Nov 2018
I am the tree that stands in the center of the field.
All of the other trees watch as I risk being stuck by lightning.

They want to see if I would still stand.
Nov 2018 · 12
// Plaza Blue //
Ricky Nov 2018
How ‘bout me and you head ta’ Plaza Blue?
I think that’d be pretty cool.
Teach me something new,
and let’s experience a whole different hue.
Oct 2018 · 471
// The Game //
Ricky Oct 2018
People are out here are trying to survive, playing that game so that they can get that prize, but don’t be surprised if that game fed you lies.
It's disguise that’ll lead you down to your own demise.
Oct 2018 · 355
// Time //
Ricky Oct 2018
We either have too little or too much.
We either have it or we don’t.
And if we lose it we have to make it again.

We try to buy it,
and we try to save it.
Sometimes we spend it on something that lacks quality.

The youth rarely takes it and the elderly takes a whole lot.

Where does it go when we consume it?

It can’t be recycled.
Hopefully it’s not waisted.
Oct 2018 · 2.0k
// Cry Baby, Cry //
Ricky Oct 2018
My 9-5 doesn’t make me feel alive.
But with the money, I can put gas in my car so I can drive.

I want to drive away from all the problems of the world. The anger, the hate, and the weird situation I have with this one girl.

Although my love for her is deep and true, we had weird misunderstandings before, and now I guess her feelings are through.

Today I feel blue.
On a good day my soul would feel like mangos and pineapples in a smoothie, but because of my 9-5 my days have slowly become more gloomy.

Oh ‘boohoo’ me
“Look boy that’s just reality.
You think all day you can just sit at home play video games and watch TV?”

Well no it’s not like that, but I really do feel like this just ain’t the life for me.

I want to be happy. I want to be free. I want to have good company, and stop feeling so ******* lonely.

I want to feel hope
not sit inside the house looking for different ways to cope.

They say a job like this it’s just a stepping stone,
But why does it feel like they’re throwing stones?

Now my body and spirit feels too weak to try and find something else.


Cry Baby, Cry,
Cry so that you don’t lose your mind.
Cry Baby, Cry,
Cry so that you don’t feel like **** inside.
I wrote this during a time where I was feeling Trapped or Stuck.
I wanted to leave so bad, but I would only hurt myself if I did.
If you want something bad enough, opportunities do come, you just gotta stay aware of them.
After some time
I finally left the job I was working at.
Now I’m in school for culinary arts.
More determined than ever.
Oct 2018 · 968
// The Choking Man //
Ricky Oct 2018
There’s a man at my job.
He’s always angry,
like the world owes him something.

He breathes out just to breath back in again.

And then he holds it.

Doesn’t he know he’s choking himself?

You can’t die from choking yourself,
But you will surely suffer.

Some people laugh, because the actual thought of someone choking themselves is kinda funny.

He doesn’t want to talk to people.
Now he’s choking himself in silence.

All this choking isn’t good for your body.
You could die sooner.

Maybe he doesn’t care because he doesn’t feel like he’s living anyway.

Or maybe he gave his life away.

To work.
To his mistakes.
To his past.
The only liable limitation is yourself.
In order to fly you gotta give up the **** that’s weighing you down.
It’s your choice.
Oct 2018 · 4.5k
Self-Love & Individuality
Ricky Oct 2018

There are two main emotions, love and fear.
Love is understanding, and it gives us courage.
Fear comes from the lack of understanding, and it makes us nervous/afraid.

I learned that I used to seek love from people by wanting to control the way they perceive me. I wanted them to know that I could relate to, or understand them more than I may actually do.
But, if I kept doing that, that would be foolish, no one understands another entirely, only through similar experiences, but never exact. It’s not fair to the individual.
The goal isn’t just to connect with what’s similar, but also (maybe even more so) to connect with what’s different.
People fear difference, because they don’t know what it may bring. That could be a result of society’s teachings for centuries.
Racism wouldn’t exist if we as humans loved difference. Apparently we feel safe with what is familiar. Why “Curiosity killed the cat?” Why not “Curiosity isn’t a sin, but should be proceeded with caution.”
Those who seek due to curiosity are open minded. Those who follow the ways of the world or rules are more judgmental once they spot something out of the ordinary.
This is where insecurity comes from, because of this programming that if we are not the same, we should not belong.
Saying “love yourself” almost limits you, that’s like saying the rest of the world is like this, but focus and ‘accept’ what you are.
We shouldn’t just teach people to love themselves, what if that can be a side effect from teaching people how to love difference in others.
We should say that every single individual has the power to contribute to improvement, expanding knowledge, and a way of living from the power that their own individuality brings.
It’s not how we are similar. It’s how we are different.
You are what you love, not what loves you.
Oct 2018 · 3.0k
// Life //
Ricky Oct 2018
I see this guy at work sometimes.
He looks drained.

Eye lids halfway down.
Neck dropped.
Walking so slow, as if he wants slow down time.

To his left there are kids playing with cups, he looks at them and smiles. I guess that brought back memories of feelings of freedom.

To me freedom is having no fear.
I don’t want to fear paying bills on time, I don’t want to fear trying to create an image people would accept. I don’t want to fear the reality that maybe my life isn’t going the way I’d hoped.

I want freedom from all that.

But “realists” love to say that’s just how life goes.

In African American History class, my teacher told me that Harriet Tubman only saved about 60 slaves, and most of them were family, but there’s a quote from her that says ‘I could have saved thousands - if only I’d been able to convince them they were slaves.’ And that got me thinking. Back then some of those slaves probably thought that that’s just how life goes too. “That’s how things are supposed to be”

Well **** that not me.
I’ma challenge “reality.”
Maybe that’s not my reality because maybe reality can just be your own perception of it.
Mixed in with a little hard work.

So I’ll change what I listen to, I’ll change what and who I’m around because “sweet love and sunshine, if it’s all in the air, then it’s all on your mind.”
Live Ya Life.
Only one chance to get it right.

— The End —