Love doesn't inspire me as much anymore
The moments come
But I was never good at writing down lovely moments
I think mistakes happen only after it all goes to ****
In the moment it seems like the roses have bloomed, and you feel like they'll never die
The spaces of quietness don't seem special anymore, as much
I still see beauty in the moment, but maybe not with the person I'm experiencing them with

If love came and went, I shouldn't worry about losing anyone

But that's what the meditating is for
I'm only human.... sometimes the feelings seem real
I guess that's what made me write this in the first place
Acting this poem out would just mean distancing myself from her
But I'll create the distance with this poem inside my mind

And wait for something to change my mind

Sometimes.... I can be confusing
****

writing is a ballet recital

words are created by movement of your fingers on paper

if you're lucky enough to live another moment, the dance will keep going

and even these simple words

take
                   some

kind
        of processing.....

and it can be too fast to recollect

too fast to understand

it'll need some thinking

the trains of thoughts don't wait for you to hop on.....

be aware of what's inside


be here... David

there's always something to do

we even have to do the sleep

we live, doing things

always

doing your everyday
doing your "self"
doing your mind

I wonder

if nothing was mine, then would I have to die?

because the spirit is timeless

and doing....always requires time

feel every step you take

see everywhere you look

pay mind to your mind

because to be mindless is worthless

and in life

everything has a price

be aware of your awareness

b
r
e
a
t
h
e

nothing has to be a mess

the moment is clear

I had headphones on while doing my art project in class

(a still class progresses)

but everyone has something to say
usually it's the ones with voices as annoying as a child crying on an airplane

thank the person who created headphones... I wouldn't have had made it this far

I wouldn't be 20, my name would be on a tombstone

anyway....

****

do your art, in silence please

so that you can hear yourself make history

(atleast in someones eyes)

a memory they'll keep and remember when things were easier

the sun rose this morning
my mom turned 50
and the birds sing for no one
cars will continue to crash
plants will die
terrorist will terrorize

and I'll be thinking of the moms who worry about the children not coming home

teachers will "teach"
and I'll listen to what comes next

happy birthday mom

you have to let things happen

so when it's good or bad you can say

"things just happen"
(it helps you accept reality)
(you can't live denying it)

they happen no matter what
they happen in your sleep
they happen when you reach for the steering wheel when you're about to leave your house
they happen when you decide to run a red light
they happen when your life is taken why by your decisions

your death
will
           just
                      happen

like all other things that happen...