We need to move away from this constant need of coming across as calm, cool and collected. We weren’t built to be calm, cool, and collected. If we were, it wouldn’t feel so exhausting all the time. It would, you know, come naturally to us. You know what comes naturally to human beings though? Being open, being messy, being raw, being unfiltered, having lots of feelings. Why should we have to stifle our true nature? Let’s go after the things we want, let’s love each other brutally and honestly, and not worry about the consequences. Let’s release the feelings inside of us and let them land somewhere special. Otherwise, we might have a lifetime of longing in front of us

I am no connoisseur,
Nor do I possess great knowledge.
I have no prior inclination
Nor learning through which
to pay homage.

I am simply a writer,
At the beginning of his journey,
Humble and insignificant.
Yet with a burning desire to learn the classics
in the hope of telling my story.

I saw a river flowing through,
It flowed with great excitement,
It followed  a  curvy and strange route as to my astonishment,
I tried to walk with its swirling flow,
It twirled and gushed with merriment at morning glow,
I still feel its waters
whenever I think of it,
That's not all there's more to this,
Experience  of the River that taught me humor and wit,
It moved ahead in  a joyous mood
Like a Human personified in it,
It now had become rapid with  a waterfall ahead
And now my lines will be read again
As the turning point now comes,
For this swirling, twirling river,
To join the mighty sea
It's  a great view
To watch you  O River ! that flows without barriers,
To part with your waters
Gives me great sorrow and tears.

shifting in and out,
good days; bad days
bliss in a drought

Though I don't mind,
when bliss strikes appreciation is intwined,
for those darker days that depress my mind,
make the better ones make me feel even more alive.

Voices tempting,
built up by sadness
This madness is controlling
Drug addiction overflowing
The person I use to see in the mirror is no longer showing
Isolation;
my bedroom is where I stay,
wondering why I'm the person I am today.
Depressing writes are real annoying
no ***** given;
capturing this is important,

For some day I'll be looking back smiling;
not identifying,
with this sad ****,
whining

Why when you're leading the pack do you want to drop back is it something about being ahead?
Do you fear the lead is it that which you need,
is it fear that brings you such dread?

For every win do you lose is it failure you choose or
is it the failure that brings you success?
And if the test is to be second best are we
and the rest of the runners at fault?

I muddle my way through this quagmire each day,
to be, not to be, an industry
in the making
and I am but a fledgeling
in the safety of my nest.

Don't want to go out there
in the thin air
where
I'm bound to fall
don't
want to do that at all.

But
they push me and rush me
I complain and they shush me.

If I could fly, if
only I could fly
the sky
would be my oyster bed
I wouldn't have to be ahead
I would only have to be
an industry
in the making