It's insulting when you have to remind your own family that this is important.
They gave me a crash course on devotion, and how to embrace these emotions.
Maybe they didn't think their words would resonate, so deep.
Like a volcano, it caused an explosion inside these eyes..
Creating craters of a vision enormous.  
My vision is gorgeous,
like a paid-off mortgage in the house of your dreams.
Would you believe this is me?
Once a little girl who was too timid to live it,
Now she is way past livid
and needs a one way ticket...

Take me to the place where
I remain me, but nothing stays the same .
Make me adapt to change.
Watch me push beyond the range that you have unreasonably set on my stage.
This is far beyond unreasonable doubt.
There is no wage that could define my soul.
I am in control.
Subtle hate and false love,
I know I will feel this like i feel all of the above.
I look in the mirror
and the reflection presents real love.
So as long as I'm breathing,
these breaths will continue breeding
Everything we've been needing.

- L.G.

I sat up for endless nights, staring into the imaginary mirror of perfection; just trying to get it right.
See, the mirror once struck fear into my inner ear.
I recall being a mess that year.
Looking into something that was so clear, I didn't understand why clarity showed no signs of being near.
Maybe the glass was fogging up from the steam that would leak from the seams of my pores - the doors to the things that I should feel more.
The numbness was an empty vein, but it sent a shock wave to my nerve endings.
It was in this moment, I knew the rest of my life was only pending.
I hated the message I had been sending.
So I backspaced into a new place with a new face.
When I went back to the mirror, the glass broke.
I listened to the sound of the shatter and it reminded me: I am my last hope.
I am the last note in the song you wrote to everyone who's told you "no".
I didn't know I could be so bold. Or maybe I did, but I had only been told.
I am no more than what I allow my soul to feel. I am no more than what I perceive to be real.
So here's the deal:

I won't conceal this passion until I'm in that casket. And even then, you couldn't bury me, when my legacy is my tactic.
But will you listen to my echoing voice? Will they send you the chills that I feel? Will you understand?

I will scatter my soul in all the grains of sand on which you'll stand, contemplating if you should have ever ran...

- L.G.

It's nice to see you.
I knew you would be back soon.
You were staring at the moon,
holding a broken broom
that snapped as you broke in half
while sweeping up the glass
of your shattered heart.
You were so sad but you started to laugh.
Why do you laugh at your pain?
Is it a way of putting out the flame of your shame?
Does it weigh on your brain,
so much you go insane,
trapped in this downpour of rain?
Is it impossible to sustain a smile when you dial my number?
Do I remind you of the thunder
that makes you stutter through every word that you utter?
I never meant to frighten you; maybe you have taken me wrong.
I could be the lyrics you sing
with your eyes closed when you hear
your favorite song.
I am the truth in the lies you've heard for so long.
You run from me, but I will always be here.
If you could just take me as I am, I will help you see clear.

I am the pain that talks quietly in your ear.
My intent is not fear.
I came to teach you how to smile
and how to steer
through the obstacles that were so near
to you for all of those years.
I dare you to not run from me like you always do.
It's what you're used to.

Have the same power over yourself as I have over you.

- Your Demons.

I cannot live a lie
as I glide through the air
that remains true
to the the sky.
You and I
will never die,
we build castles
shaped like the pyramids
teetering on the tip
of our third eye.
This is I.
Or am I this?
Awareness;
you don't need to look
to notice.
I become blind to my focus,
but my focus stares at me
through my dreams
until I am awoken.
The force that enters
my realm of reality
has been stolen,
like the deprivation of silence
when wilting words
are spoken.
Now, I am the force.
I am the source
of the sorcerer soaring
through the solstice.
Everything, in time,
is mine.
The melody of a devine rhyme
halfway frozen in time,
I can't rewind
or hide behind,
only align the lines
and combine the signs.

She closed her eyes
Then she realized
That behind her blinds
Lies the disguise.
In this moment in time
Her soul aligns
With abstract designs.
She binds her cries
And soft spoken lies
And sends them to the sky
Where they can be alive.
She rests with the wings
Of a butterfly.
But never knew why
No one taught her to fly.
She let her soul cry
In the middle of the night
And when it was time for goodbye,
She failed to reply.

Am scary because of scratches
Scratches I got when I dived for her
Her hands were so loose to hold me
Me being the culprit and vulnerable
Vulnerable enough to carryon

I keep seeing and searching
Searching in and out for the best catch
A catch to last with soberly
Sober enough to let go of the past
The past long gone with failure
Failure that takes away happiness
Happiness that I seek in Love
Love that has no house or place
A place I trace and have never found
Found when a heart gets a belonging
A belonging that washes off sorrow
Sorrow that is indiscriminate
Indiscriminate in ideas or acts
Acts that portray little or much
Much of the inside than the out
Out of admiration to desire
Desire so everlasting
Everlasting with memories of love.