Sometimes
I am stuck between
Truth
And the liar.
I know who
The truth is
As well as
The liar.
It's constantly obvious
To me.
But Sometimes I
Choose the liar.
I can't help it.
I don't want to.
But that's the thing.
Lies can be
Deceptively attractive.

People.
I love them all.
They scare me.
They are beautiful, amazing creatures.
They are capable of so much love.
Yet the same amount of hate.
That is free will.
We have the choice
But we often choose
To hurt others
And ourselves.
Killing unborn children
Instead of giving them
To parents who are
Unable to have their own
Or have enough love to go around.
Dropping bombs
Just to pummel someone else into
Surrender.
I surrender.
I will lay down my life
To give others theirs
Back.
Try it sometime.
It doesn't mean dying.
Death is easy.
The real challenge is not giving up
Your life, but giving it
To Others.
I want to help
Even if it is small.
Will you help?
Help around you.
I'll help around me.
If we have enough people helping
Around themselves
We can help everyone.
One is not a lot.
But if you add ones together
It can become two.
Or three.
Or four.
Anything can be done.
If we just try.

Society today
As a whole
Is becoming numb.
We play games
Where we shoot others for fun
**** them
...
Why is it fun?
I can't say
That I haven't tried.
It may be skill
Exploration
Achievement
But that can all be found
Outside.
The sky is still blue.
The trees green.
The grass itchy.
The people laughing.
The party-goers grilling.
Some guns even.
But if you come outside
Don't treat it like a game.
Because it's not.

I am not
Blind
In the common sense.
I can see
With my eyes.
But there is so much
More
That I want to see.
I can see the sun.
I can feel its heat.
And it is
92,960,000 Miles
Away.
But I cannot see you.
I can see your body.
But I am blind
To You
I want to see your emotions
Your sadness
Your happiness
But I cannot.
And you are
5 feet away.
But I can try
With my other senses.
To hear your joy.
To feel your pain.
...
Help me
To remove the blinds
That cover my eyes.

I am still a child
A baby
A youngster
A Whippersnapper
But
I am older than many
When it comes to my
Thoughts
Emotions
Struggles
Faith.
Age is just a number.
15
It just goes to show.
Age is just the amount of time
That You
Have blessed
And have remaining to bless
Others.
Take advantage of a
Small number.

Have you noticed
How throughout the day
The light changes?
In the morning
It is pale.
Somewhere around noon
It becomes
Warmer
Yellower?
After that
It becomes more
And more
Orange
Finally ending at night
With the orange street lights.
It's like a lifetime.
It starts
Young
And Innocent
Yet cold
And unforgiving.
It keeps going
And becomes slightly warmer
Learning about others
Accepting
But with slightly less energy.
As it reaches twilight
It is vibrant
At its peak
Loving
Caring
Learning
Hoping.
It proceeds to
Nighttime
It is the warmest
The most accepting
But like the cold, dark air
Death looms
Constantly threatening
To overtake this light
Which took a lifetime
To mature
And become itself.

What is a word
If not a collection
Of sounds.
Can you describe
What a word is
Without using words?
A good definition
Never uses
The word it is
Defining.
So define a word
Without words.
Try for me
Because I am curious.