I've always had quite a wild imagination. Constantly day dreaming instead of facing the reality that surrounded my every move. My whole life I've been stuck inside my own mind, but maybe that'll never change. Growing up my dreams got bigger and bigger to the point where they became too strong for my own good. The battle I was fighting inside me turned into a war between wanting to follow the hopes, the dreams, the aspirations inside of me or conforming to a realistic future where you go to school, find a job, get married, have kids, and die. I didn't want that for myself. That's why my mind was filled with fields of flowers instead of a closed, gated cemetery. It was meant for me to explore, to take risks, to give too many chances, and to learn. But no one could ever understand that I will never be like everyone else. I tried my hardest to become the people I came across but I just couldnt do it. It was as if my mind was finally unlocked and it couldn't be closed back up. I never want it closed back up, I just want more and more and more. I want more for myself. I want a life filled with laughs, with passionate feelings of joy, love, and the occasional sorrow. I want a life filled with art, with ideas, dementions, galaxies far far away from earth. I want friendships with ones who share the same free mind, where we can unite and learn whilst enjoying the wild adventures and shenanigans we experience together. I want to travel to the absolute ends of the earth, drink coffee with a new person each morning, dive into a new culture each day, and discover something blissful in my journey at the end of each night. I want it all. My mind was once tamed and it will never be caged up again.

k.f.

I walk the street,or travel in a bus,
When I talk or I move,or even restrict myself to my groove
You stare me down with that glare of yours
You make me fall with that scowl of yours

I am your daughter,I am your wife,I am your mother
Every woman who goes through the plight

But worry not,O hungry men!
I rise..
And will keep rising
Stare me however much
I still will rise

You revile me,beat me and bring me to dust
You reprimand me with your words and the way you make me work

I am your wife,your servant or the page boy who runs for every errand
I am the beggar who clings to you for alms
I am the street dog injured by your harms

But worry not,O unthinking human heart!
I rise..
And will keep rising
Higher than the skies
I still will rise

Chained and fettered,by your iron shackles
You pull at my wrist with a freedom you burgled
And with bullets that on me you showered
You scorn me with your hatred
You trod me as if I'm dust

I am a slave,I am a Jew
I am a fat man and I am black too

But worry not still,O discriminating fool!
I rise..
And will keep rising
To infinity and to forever
I still will rise

And rise will I
Above your rebuking glares
Brighter than the lights
Till my halo makes you blind..

There was a bird that grew up caged
It didn't know it should be enraged
It had seen other birds fly
Thought to it's self "they are going to die"
For from what it had lived and witnessed
It thought they must have a sickness
To make them fly
Way up there in the sky
In it's cage it was quite content
Never knowing what for, it's wings where ment
So it thought the other birds where more than bent

Are you like that little bird
Thinking that flying is quiet absurd
Are you locked in a cage of your own design
Content to live your life so confined
Take a closer look and open up your mind

I feel so caged.

It's like I have to mind my every word, because if I don't I might make you angry or sad.

I feel so chained.

It's like my feelings won't let go, holding me down everywhere I go.

I feel so trapped.

Stuck in the same endeless circle of mistakes, hurting me more than ever.

The rain falling from a tree lands with a weight
It is comfort, the outside world reminding me it's real
There is more than the airless, dry aired, stuffy rooms of school
There is a whole world to explore.
If I ran into the middle of the moor, and closed my eyes
Breathless
The roar of traffic could almost be the sea
Northern, icy, blue-green-grey.
In my kind it tickles the priory on a stormy night.
I wonder what it would be like to be somewhere hot
Where warm, humid air and bright light was outside
And icy cold white expanse was in.
Those grey clouds are more than the grey tinge of copy paper.
The black of tarmac is more than board pen
The spiny trees are real, no words come from their branches
All are familiar, and yet outside provides comfort.
Inspiration.

Yes.
This is what I wanted to tell you.
That how important you have been in my life.

I wish you stayed.
A little long.
A little more.
I wish you did.

But now that you are gone.
I just want you to know this.

I know you love me.
Or *loved me rather.
It Hurts,
Coming out of that  magical phase.

But I want to tell you that 
Smile on your face is still my sun.
I light up seeing it's brightness.
Your lips are still my lighthouse.
Which show me the way to a safe shore.
Your hair are my fantasy
The one which I adorn.
Your soul is still my Lord.
And my soul still caged in you.


So , I just wanted to tell you this.
Just this.
That please,
Let out my soul.
Make me free.
Don't come back to me.
I still love you the same.
But can't take that pain.
Thank you for listening to this.
Because this is all I wanted to say.

Standing here with the world upon my shoulders
As I watch my dreams ignite and smolder
The greenest storm clouds are encroaching
The city's on fire, on the horizon I can see it smoking

All I can see is flames, around me the fire's rage
I'm shackled in chains, locked in a cage
By the rancid smell, I'd say my soul has rotten
For I'm all alone, I've been forgotten

The fire rages on

Slowly consuming all my dreams until they're gone
With the weight of the world making me sink
I'm afraid I'm already over the brink