Rocketship
Pistol on my hip
Quick Shooter
No Hitter
One Hitter
Quitter

Express the depress
in your chest
scribble scrabble
blither blather
doesn't matter.

our fears
Are made up,
Drawn in the sand.
Our fears
Will be erased
By the various tides
Of the oceans

So let our fears
And our hurt
Be washed away
It's okay to let go
Of our fears
That keep us in our shells

We need to be the little *****
That love to come out
And experience all that the world has to offer
And that let go of what is blocking our way out
To the sunshine
And the oceans

Why is it
That we get bored?
When there are clouds to look at
Memories to remember
Creatures to discover
Friends to talk to
Music to listen to
Food to taste
Places to go

Why is it
That we get sad?
When there are colors to look at
Oceans to swim in
A sun to glance at
Butterflies to watch
Family to have
Laughs to create
Smiles to make

Why is it
That we get tired?
When there are nights full of lights
Stars to count
Owls to hear
People to meet
Destinations to reach
Bonfires to warm us
Moons to see

I often wonder will things get much more tolerable
Wondering if the future sorrow is enough to swallow
Will I have enough capital for my family to borrow
Wondering if I will be able to say every night,
"I get to wake up next to the man of my dreams tomorrow"
The older I become and the more I begin to live,
The more reality sinks in and showcases an imagery beyond livid
Only 7 when I began to write
That same exact age was when I had to fight over and over for my life
I'm human, yes I say ****** phrases out of spite
But in all actuality I speak what's on my mind to sleep peacefully at night
Words are powerful
Encouraging notions can mend broken hearts
The lack of love and bravery to stand up for what we believe is tearing society apart
I just landed in the home that made me who I am
I felt that I should give you a little bit of my mind so you'll understand WHO I AM
I want you, you reading this to adore me for my kind words
Only because they become powerful once they're heard
I'm human far from perfect
But every word I write and process through my cranium is worth it