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Free write I. II. III.

I.

 

Life is crazy

In the sense that we can find love over and over

In the sense that we lose life in a matter of seconds

We arguing about money we don’t really need

While others are suffering from a lack of accessibility

My teacher taught me with enough detail you can recreate the sensation of when you first sink into an apple and it’s juices burst from within.

Beautiful and sweet,

Sometimes when they’re so ripe you can feel it tingle in your cheeks.

Chunks of delicious fruit being minced by my teeth.

Just like back in the day,

sitting in class in front of fresh apple slices and a side of peanut butter.

It was so simple then,

but now we all feel a little weighed down by the pressure from life’s various complications.

Responsibilities passed down from our parents

meant intentionally or not.

Dangers of our environment,

brothers and sisters losing their ability to hold their mothers.

Worry some how much my children might see when I’m gone.

rainbows and sunshine

some things from my childhood that still enlightens me.

A rarity and reminder that the sun will shine again tomorrow.

Let me borrow your light when I’m lost in my dark spaces.

Tracing my fingertips against the rough rocky walls,

looking for a way out,

looking for signs of life.

A slight glimmer.

Look there in the distance how it glimmers.

Bring me back when I’ve lost my way.

Illuminate my eyes as if I’m being graced by the dawns first light.

My friends seem to guide me the same,

on days I hadn’t even realized I had been locked within my own temple too long,

scheming on the outcome of this trial.

Back and forth, pacing in haste as I worry in a perpetual way,

where the hell I belong in a world like this?

 

II.

 

Look me in my eyes.

Heavily brown

Welling up

Deep blue swimming pools.

I get lost in and forget how to swim

Head under water

Suffocating over thoughts of you.

I give too much to you.

All this love for you.

Unrequited

Or maybe just misunderstood

Her eyes just like mine

But darkened with time

Very rare that she smiles

Delicate calloused hands

Long days and longer nights

Working for everybody but the girl in the mirror

I know it may look like there’s no end in sight

But when you focus on you and only you

There’s no doubt in my mind you’ll find the joy you lost

Scary thing,

When money becomes the most important

And everything else is out of focus.

Just going thru the motions.

Wishing you could turn back the hands of time.

III.

 

It’s harder to believe in love once you grow up

Our perspectives change drastically depending upon what it is that we see.

Not many people have what we used to call “traditional” families

And yet end up having the most compassionate and caring of hearts.

I’ve always put so much into others,

My mother taught me that,

It’s scary to think how a like we are at times.

She also taught me that you must care for yourself

Because no one has the obligation to care for you.

Just love those who love you

Because they are a rare treasure.

Metaphorically tethered to each other’s hearts

Look how easily people become important parts of each other’s lives

Sadly we can just as easily watch as they fade

Life is complicated, we all come and go with the seasons

The same way we may meet a soul that may make an impact for whatever reason

Pick your encounters, and learn from them

Always strive to be a better you

And want to understand and love yourself better too

Because if you don’t who will?

I tell you for a fact that’s real!

It takes a “real one” to understand how I feel

But I’ve stopped looking, I’m just living and having fun

Just looking forward to more days like this basking in the sun

and writing stories in the moonlight

Occasionally taking my pencil as my pilot

Just to test the heights of how far my imagination could reach

Hot on my trail, follow me into infinity

I want you to see in clarity everything I can see

In the hopes I can relay this message perfectly

Give it your all

No shame if you fall

How can you stand tall?

If you don’t answer the call.

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jimmy-desire
28 / M / Haitian
Published
Sep 13, 2016
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