Butterflies
Don’t float around
Saying “Look at me!”
Or hope to be found.
They don’t ask for attention
Or to be admired
They won’t seek recognition
Or beg for your desire.

Their patterns stand out
Their colors shine bright
And without even trying
Their wings catch our eyes.
But it doesn’t matter
If we’re here or gone
Or if their beauty is noticed,
They’ll fly on.

I won’t ask
Won’t beg, won’t seek
Anyone to
Admire me.
My colors will shine
Even if they’re not awed
So despite recognition
I’ll fly on.

Something about him never stops.
Embodying a constant pursuit of life goals,
Impacting lives while truly living his,
Being the beacon that sends the light out.

He stands at least a head taller than everyone around him.
Not because of his physical height, simply because he
Carries himself with such an air of confidence and humility
That we all like him, desire to be like him, need to be him.

Yet what The Radical does not show is what tears him down on the inside.
He is exhausted. He is worn. He is anxious of what the masses think of him
When he stands (a head taller) and is expected to lead.
Nothing outwardly bothers him, yet inwardly everything hurts him.

The Radical changes the world around him while the world changes him.

do i really have to try
do i really have to lie

do i really have to stand
do i really have to try to be grand

do i really have to live
do i really have to give

do i really have to die
do i really have to say good-bye

...

yes

...

i really have to try
i don't have to lie

i have to stand
i have the chance to be grand

i can really live
i finally get to give

i have to eventually die
but i don't have to say good-bye

at least not just yet

What's the difference between existing,
and living?
Which one am I doing?

TV turned on
with lights turned off.
Lying in the bed
your arms around me.
Kissing my neck
and touching my *******.
I turn and climb on top of you
and kiss your bearded mouth.
We breathe together
and move together.
Two beings not in love
acting as one.
Not making love
but having ***.

Wake up and see
his muscled back.
While I am cold
and silent.
We move and dress
to start the day
on our different ways.
Expecting nothing
I leave your bed
returning to my own.

One day after I receive a text,
"Hey. How are you?"
What I thought would be
a one night stand
has turned into something else.

A multiple night stand.

There are
Empty chairs all around me
Wisps of people who were here
--But now aren't--
And yes, even the chair closest to me
Contains but the ghost of a person

Here,
I stand alone
For better or for worse
I stand alone
Among all these chairs

I must be brave
In my own presence
Content inside my own skin
Comfortable without a chair of my own
--Even in a room full of chairs--
Because I (must) stand alone

It's too sad for me to be gone.
Because I'm gonna stand by you.
So, i can protect you from cold-blooded situations.
And even if I can't find heaven, faith is always around you.
When it rains, I'll be dry under my umbrella with you forever.
Because, no one should be left alone in my own lifetime.

Anonymous. 1/25/2016.