Your words are dull knives
With a tendency to leave a bruise
Who taught you to speak bullets
Without considering the exit wound?
Are we simply soldiers
Marching in fields of decaying youth
Or are we stars, burning out,
Supernovas of mistaken truths?

We will drown in the rain, the waves, trembling under the thunderous voices of those who oppose us. We are more than flesh and blood, we are stardust.

Helen, thy beauty is to me
  Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,
  The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
  To his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam,
  Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
  To the glory that was Greece,
To the grandeur that was Rome.

Lo! in yon brilliant window niche,
  How statue-like I see thee stand,
  The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
  Are Holy Land!

As I’m standing in the mirror in front of me, the ironic thing is that I don’t see me.
I see someone with all these imperfections, hard life lessons, and obstacles that are yet to come.
This. Is. Me.
I’ve come to embrace who I am, instead of who I wanted to be.
I tried, I begged to be that person. I even had to plead, but
I’ve come to accept
This. Is me.

Society has a funny way of putting ideas into our head
Making lies sound truthful, to the point where you would rather be dead,
but there’s something you need to realize.
The newest thing is the thing you love the most
The old turns into nothing, and is as dead as a ghost.
Of course your reflection is like an overdose.
Too much to handle, and too much to intake.
So Please.
For your sake
And you get to that stage
Where you know you cant change
Where you just want to yell and throw things in rage.
Speak confidently.
This. Is. Me.

The thing about college is that you find out who you really are.
No hiding, no running, no covering what’s under the surface
I’ve learned many lessons that I haven’t been yet refurbished.
But ive come to accept
This. Is. me.
The scariest thing about college isn’t the classes, the professors, but you.
Its in a corner where you can’t escape, and your biggest enemy is the truth.
You think you’ve got it all figured out, but your plans came crashing down.
Where there you awoke with all your dreams shattered on the ground.
Its terrifying, heart- wrenching, and sickening you might say it felt
Because when I say “you”, I’m really referring to myself
But I’ve come to accept
This. Is. Me

You can either grow, or have your reflection
Ultimately its your decision whether you help

Oh the weight of unrealized love,
The sun that pulls the heart,
The gravity that holds us under,
The rain that floods from eyes,
Only to fall on shores,
Returning us in thoughts,
To the start of love.

My heart runs the similar path of earth,
To escape from hands of light,
Only to find memories of moons,
Shimmering in waters of nights,
On oceans of eyes.

Colored dark but strangely calm,
Our restless waves of thoughts.
Conformed to matter not.
A loveless existence of breathless space,
And purposeless dimensions.