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Be
Being happy
with the present
Is being hopeful of tomorrow
Inspiration*,
it comes and it goes.
You chase after it and sometimes you just let it flow.
Days where you cant put your mind into words,
and seconds where your hand cant seem to stop its flow.
Minutes where you read it and it sounds like garbage,
days go by and you see it with so much emotion you just have to pause it.
Pause that moment so you can dissect it to see where your mind is.
Pause that moment,
now try and figure out where in the hell your heart is.
Gasping for air, in this world of despair,

where those who say they’ll help you, just stand back and stare.

They say be “yourself there's nothing better these days”

then you show a bit of color and they say ” oh but darling, your the wrong shade.”

the land of opportunity, is what they proclaim.

Everybody’s welcome, just stay in your own lane.

Don't speak up about injustices,

don't try and fight this game,

those who own this place will make a law to take you away.

They’ll spin some kind of story,

they’ll say your sabotaging this place,

but as soon as they need those votes,

they’ll state they want you to stay.

“We are all one in the same”,

is what they always say,

but then they get that crown,

and there big head gets in the way.

We all need each other to get ahead in this game,

instead of fighting one another,

lets start by being kind and make this world a better place to stay.
Let me see who I came to be,
I want to unravel the madness I inhaled so quickly,
I need a guide to my mind,
A map that can show me everything I have to hide,
Everything I cant remember and everything I left behind.
show me a movie of my fondest memories,
Show me the details I can no longer grasp due to my uncanny tendencies.
I want to see where I’ve been.
Reveal to me all of my sins,
So I can say that everything I went through
made me stronger than the devil had planned.
Therefore,
I win.
I try to go in my mind
to see how it works
but I can’t seem to find the switch to make it show,
all of the things I can’t seem to fathom,
or all of the things I already know.
I wanted to find that tick that shows
why I see darkness in the day and colors
as the dark night snows.
I’ve always been known as a hopeless romantic,
I love love and everything about it,
I want to find it in the purest of forms,
and finally feel what others adorn.
To see the love in there eyes,
to feel the love in their words.
To thank God everyday
for colliding our worlds.
A love so true,
Is not something you simply find.
It’s a love like no other,
Something that can only be shown by the love of your mother.
Something so pure,
Something so clear.
Its a love you cannot live without,
because it’s so sincere.
You grow up.
Before you walk you learn to crawl;
There she was the entire time, hoping you would not fall.
You threw tantrums and said i hate you,
But there was never a point where she would lose faith in you.
You said “i quit, i can’t continue”
But your mother knew,
it was another faze that you would learn to live through.
You will fall and you will rise,
Sometimes you’ll love your life and other days you’ll want to die.
What will never change is who will be there for you,
It will sometimes be your friends,
But it will always be your mother whom you hold so dear and true.
With fewer words,
I’m trying to say,
Thank you for all you have done for me.
I thank God for you every single night and day.
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