Man has been gifted a great prize
Although they never assumed it would be their demise
Centuries ago the technology produced
Relied upon humans for a little boost
However now it seems every thought by a man
Requires for technology to come up with the plan
It seems man's intelligence has began to backtrack
Similar to being subdued in a flashback
All the knowledge they've acquired
Is something that cannot not be admired
Their lives are corrupted by the media
They get information from the Internet- not by encyclopedia
There is still a chance for them to turn it all around
And use these faults to help with the rebound
However if they continue on as shown
Their advancements will soon be marked with a headstone.

His voice reminded me of night rain
Deep intelligence sprung from the core of his mind
and bloomed into words
and I could sit for hours
listening to the night rain fall
without understanding why a single drop fell
so far away from home
Maybe it’s the comfort of words washing away the doubt
that creeps in on the brightest of mornings
that would cause me to welcome
a somber night of rain
with open arms
And when the rain stops
-as it has before
I will continue
stepping out of bus shelters
without thinking twice
and leaving umbrellas alone and forgotten
in the coffee shop
on the nights when I need them most
If I should be lucky enough
to feel again
I will speak in the night rain
to the lost souls hiding
in the bus shelters and forgotten umbrellas
looking out at the rain drops
and wondering why each one falls
so far from home

I want to break the paradigm of how pretty girls are dumb and I hate to see women surrender to men as if we were trophies and they could just brag about us and all our functions.
Don't be one of those girls.
Don't date a guy who wants you just because you're pretty.
Don't settle for a man that compliments you on looks rather than personality.
Look for someone who looks beyond your outer layer.
Someone who listens, someone who dives into your soul, someone with whom you can melt into a conversation and lose track of time, agree to disagree.
Don't be the side-girl of any man.
Strive to be remembered as strong and independent rather than pretty but shallow.

She walked between them
A quiet murmur in the middle
Of two rolling thunderstorms
Spitting lightning back and forth
Both bright and accurate
Fluid execution, points spot on.

These titans were not unrelieved
In this tournament of wisdom
For their little murmur would peep
And they would silence their thundering
Hold still their lightening
And listen.

She reveled in the time they shared
Though when asked of the future
She was hesitant.
These giants could travel the world
These giants should carry on
Without her dull murmuring.

This hesitation would certainly
Not be lost on them
And just as the murmur began again,
The giants hoisted her
To the height at which they roamed
And for a moment she believed
She could be one of them.

She felt at home here amongst
These giants and their wit,
Still remaining a murmur.
Somehow it was bearable
If only she could
Continue to exist in such
Magnificent shadows.

Disney taught me that
Even little kittens
Sitting on the bench of their sleek baby grand
Can understand the definition
Of practice makes
Perfect
With their tails clicking in Perfect unison
Perfect Four/Four time
Time of which there is not enough
To just stand and mutter a free meter
Without uttering Failure

Expression of the heart does not so easily
Occur through Vaccai
But to express power of mind would prove
Simple as memorizing scales and opening the mouth
Because you’re a vocal thunderstorm
Wreaking havoc, a Hurricane
Of a Butterfly,
A musical anomaly
With path destined for success
If you would just stay with the rhythm
One beat longer

But inside of you there is
Sunlight
Repressed by storm clouds