The Universe has a vision for me, of what I am to become and Life is the artist, the sculptor. Everyday it chips away parts in which I don't need. It refines me n smoothes my sharp edges, it carves into me intricate details which will grow to define me. Everyday a part of me dies, but only to be reborn as a newer more refined individual.  Every strike of the chisel hurts, but pain is required for growth so I embrace the pain I embrace the hurt cause ultimately it will help me grow. I'm not completed yet so the blows still come, I'm an unfinished work of art. Half a stone tablet and half a man.

I knew from the first time
He laid upon her
That she was the one
He was gonna marry.
Sparkles shine bright
In his right iris
Sparkles of determination
And dedication
Of lust and love.
The determination
To change his wicked ways
The dedication
to be loyal to one
The lust
To chase after her
And
The Love
To last a lifetime.
His eyes had changed and he wouldn't be the same.

His world caved in
What he so eagerly
Tried to keep stable
His happiness was dimising
As the weight of the world
Held him down

             He could not get up
               His claustrophobia set
                 His breathing got shorter
                   He screams to the world
                     For modest help
                       But silence is returned

Untaken by the narssasistic
world, who only care of their own
Walk past a man who needeth help.

She sat in the chair
In front of me,
We spoke on the phone
On hours on end.
We never got bored
Everything and nothing
Was always the topic of choice.
She expected me to read her mind
She'd sit there staring at me & expect me to know
I like her a lot which is why i put up with her antics
One day I stopped talking to her
And she stopped talking to me
She was great n all but I couldn't
Play her game for life.

And so a year later she came to me
And told me, how she wished I kissed her
When she would sat me down.
Out rage I told her how could she expect
Such super human feat n read her very thoughts
I'm only human, I'm not a **Mind Reader

I have never felt the wonder
Of admiring a single thing
I have never felt the wonder
Of having a favorite anything
Nor the wonder of a lover

For I'm a River Rider

Riding down the river of pain,
Following it to the very last vein,
To the very source for it must be drained,
Tamed and restrained, so they can -
Live a life of happiness and mine in pain

For I'm a River Rider

Always on the go,
Moving along the river to the next source
Forever alone, out to reinforce hope to humanity
But wont anyone follow my river & feed me hope?
Till then I am forever alone, lending my hope
And taking their pain, for what more can I do in a world full of hurt.

For I'm a River Rider

And that's my story
But now I must go,
To follow the flow of the river of sorrow.


*Written when I started high school