My body is on the earth
But my head is in the clouds
My mind soars
Racing against the sun
Struggling to decipher the lights below
Where am I going

As my heart longs and my mind searches I stay
Suspended between the present and the future
A euphoric state of being
Stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time
A detriment

Bare skin
Naked and cold
Vulnerable

Body covered
Clothed and warm
Strong

Our clothes are walls
They are the barriers that shield us from the outside world
As long as we have our clothes on, the world can't truly see us
They hide our imperfections
Our insecurities
Our weaknesses
But in all truth
Clothes are our weakness
It takes a great deal of strength to reveal ones self to any outsider
Away from the safety of our own mirrors
We subject ourselves to another person's critical eye
Their insensitive scrutiny
And under this inspection
We stand
We stand and take it
Strength in its rawest form
In nakedness

Once we shed our clothing, we let someone else inside the walls
We submit to
Love
Trust and
Pain

I yearn to feel that tingle
The slight brushing of your hand on my arm
Electric

The flame dances to the thoughts in my head
I am cold and the flame warms me
And I stare
Into the light of the flame
If the flame from this red velvet scented candle was as big as the fire inside me
Well, it could burn a house down
It could burn MY house down
And I would be free
Free to roam
Free to move
Free to dream
Free to create the reality I choose, not the life that was giving to me
With the smoke and the ash I will climb higher and higher
And I will float with the wind
And land wherever the world wills to take me

Sometimes I feel like I have no real inspiration
As if everything I write is tired
That it's not original
Sometimes I read my words and I don't see the purpose
I use big words to decorate my verses
But in the end there's no meaning
Maybe my work is all one big metaphor for my life
No purpose
Constantly searching for a way to make things look or sound better
Disguising the facts
The emptiness
And in my inspiration-less rut I found inspiration
The irony of it all
It strikes again

Yin
White sin
Breathe it out
Then breathe it in
I'm upset by the inequality
That this world bathes itself in
The love earth needs we lack
Destroy life to reap rewards
Weight upon our backs
Weakness breaks us
Black sang
Yang

No one on the inside understands the pain of being on the outside

The exclusion

The inclusion

It all hurts someone
Somewhere

There is something that hurts us all

The one thing that unites us is that we are misunderstood
Yet we misunderstand others
We fight for spots in a group as if it were a competition
Just to be happy

But my happiness shouldn't be determined by my popularity
I shouldn't be out here
Just watching