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IL Mare May 2015
A friend once asked me
What ambition will I let the teachers put
In our high school yearbook
For everyone to see
And I said I'm afraid I do not have one
And he said that how would I succeed in life
If I don't have any ambition
And I've thought about this for awhile
And to justify my answer, I replied that
You need not to have any ambition
To succeed in life
I said you just needed to be happy and
Maybe I should let them put "To become happy" in the yearbook and you know what?
It ocurred to me that I never even give a single ****
About what the other students might think or what their parents might think
Except for what my parents might think
But usually, they don't care as long as it's who I am and what I want
And I'm thankful for that

But I've always wondered
Why I never had one
Never thought of becoming anything
Now that I'm in my senior year which is a crucial part
Of my career orientation
And I'm scared so much
I'm scared that before
I wanted everything
Yet now I end up wanting nothing
And I wondered so much
On how I changed so gradually
From being a ball of blazing fire to a godforsaken blackhole
Though I know change is inevitable,
I didn’t expect to lose my heart in the process

Once, I've always dreamed to become a doctor
Because I wanted to heal scars and unspoken miseries and no
I'm not just after using scalpels or stethoscopes or syringes
Or cutting off people's brains
I wanted to fix the broken
Rip my being into shreds to keep them whole
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And I've always dreamed to become a soldier
I don’t care how silly it sounds
I wanted to protect people and wanted to taste the bitterness
Of war and blood and death
I wanted to know death and see all the worst
And be exposed to them
That I wouldn't have any choice
But to be brave for myself and the others
Because death? It could be sweeter this way
To die for a cause, to die for somebody
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And I've always dreamed to become a teacher
Beacuse I wanted to influence someone's life
Give them power to stand up for themselves
Watch a bud blossom into a beautiful flower
And then I would make thousands of memories
Because at the same time
I'm learning through connections and bonds and warmth
And that, would be one of the greatest things
I will cherish in my life forever
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And then I aspired to be a lawyer,
To serve and give way to justice because that's all we have to know
And I realized defending a criminial would be unavoidable
And I've always sworn to myself
That if that happens, I'd rather burn myself to death
Because I should only send the right people in jail
Those people who deserve to rot in the cells and cling to metal bars
I wanted sacrifice and salvation

And I watched the conversation end
And feel my heart pound in my ears
And I cried so much that night
That I realized I seldom cry
Because I thought I was better
And I was terrified because
Nothing hurts more than not knowing
What you could actually want in this sad world
Because that means you might as well be nothing

A hollow
A ******* void
And I don't want to be like that
Nobody does
So i think and think and think
What do I actually want?

And the wind blew
Leaves fell onto the ground
People wheezed and laughed and breathed through their noses
And it slapped me in the face
I've never been stable in my life
I've concealed my greed up until now
I dreamed so much that I denied reality
Each day, making myself believe
That I wanted nothing but I actually
Wanted THE power to be everything

Be everything in a world I was bound to craft
I wanted to create moons and stars and storms and unicorns
And wars and tides that tell "Hey, humans can actually create worlds."
I wanted to be out of my control
I didn’t want to settle on a skin I was enclosed in, I was held captive by
So I changed whatever's written to
The paper I had submitted for the yearbook
And wrote "To be a Writer" and nothing else
This was supposed to be a slam poem but I don't have that talent to be so raw in front of an audience so I let the words scream at the paper instead. Hehe.
sonicchild Mar 2015
do birds dream of dreamy dryland?
flying, soaring, roaring
captured in the enigma of the vast sky
pondering often, much less
about the swamp of the highland
of the island
of the low tides, that ride across oceans
spreading dimensional volumes of chaos and serenity
euqally, equally never though

misunderstood the platonic shifts
the globe revolves around itself
hiding its trail like a criminial mastermind
through the galaxy, ripping apart the cosmos
flying in darkness unwary of the past
concerned of the future,
only goal to set ablaze the multitude of stars
shining its own light from across the universe
an explosion in the sky
perceived by the very eyes
of the bees that thrive to make honey
sweet nectar

pollination, spreading seeds
far, afar from the mother root
like a wildflower drifting with the wind
of deeply crafted notions
spreading across nations
like a wildfire moving down the hill
sometimes up, yet still only filling
a thrill of moving against
gravity
of situations that arise
from within the minds of howless wolves
comfortably numb in the ice cold of ages
crying from within
the flock of sheep that it wears on its sleeve
honesty lives

buzzocks! bizzare, blatant, blunt
bulls chasing the motion of the picture
that lies infront
right infront the holy effigy
of moronic morals
played in the minds of infants
like the best selling vinyl
from the greatest rockstar of the lightyears

lost and forgotten, and found and preserved
in the mighty hearts of martyrs
entombed in the ground of wishful thoughts
flowers and flowers
long, relentless buzzing hours
of sobbing over what has become
revelation drives a madman

— The End —