There was grass, I recall,
and music.
A lot of music.
Instruments and
wise words spinning
in thoughts held exclusively for the
chosen ones.
The only ones who knew his secrets.
They stood silently at the foot of a
grand, wooden door.
It creaked, and opened
with a slight push.
Inside, an overwhelming and
heavy heat caught your
body like a web.
The music turned to a sudden slow and
unfortunate tune.
And there were waves
swaying and crashing in
a wide, wide ocean.
The sadness, so fierce and unpleasant
seemed to break your heart.
The only thing was,
there was no reason.
No reason for his
dwelling pain.
His eyes were a journey.
I made them my journey.
And I have yet to discover
what else lies beneath
the sight of
his wandering eyes.

Silence.
Button pushed.
Curtains drag.
Flash.
Lights are on.
Step.
Step.
Aphoristic audience.
Spotlight is on you.
Breathe.
Look up.
Breathe.
Heart pumps.
The music begins.
You don't even think.
You move.
Sway with the beats.
It seems they're already
entwined with your skin
the way you carry yourself
across that stage.
And here it comes;
the grand finale.
You end with your gentle arms
in the air and your head faced
to the right.
The music stops with a thump.
The crowd develops a gradual
but loud clap and cheer.
Rose petals gather at your feet.
Slowly but surely, the curtains
make their way back to center-stage;
taking all the attention it seems.
The spotlight fades black
and you're left with nothing
but a memory of what you
just experienced.
A memory and a dozen red roses.
Flash.

I'm tired.
I'm tired of hearing
words of acrimony
and disparagement.
I'm tired.

Peoples' lives
are at stake every
single day and I feel
we aren't doing enough.
Enough.
Enough with the unwillingness,
the idleness,
the dullness.

Get up.
Change the world
because you only have
so much time.
Others aren't acting,
so be the one to do.
Believe;
get rid of the skeptics.
Fight for your rights
and make sense
of the things
you could not once
understand.

Let bravery take you by the hand
This time and chase after it
Without hesitating.
Take the risk
And know that you can make
Change for the
Better.

Don't be the one to follow
the crowd or get trapped in the debris
of those who
did
not
try.

Act now.
Aid and love and cherish.
Appreciate the time given to you
and your loved ones.

Don't give up on love.
It's the one element
running through your veins
that's keeping that hole in your
heart covered.
It's taking away the emptiness.
It's keeping the world on its
feet but there is so much more
needed.

There are people without families,
food, or water.
People without hope,
faith, or will.

Who told you
that love was a waste?
Was it the one who
could not conquer it?
Because, after all,
love is man's toughest battle.

Love and care
And thought and feeling
Are the seed of
What can bloom.

Do.
Act.
Accomplish.
Never settle for less.
Because today
you are
the world's
greatest
hero.
Show us
what you can do.

i was born sturdy;
infused with different elements
fixed and molded to a perfect shine.
unlike others,
i was made with a dream
to go far, to travel, to mean something.
but i couldn't.
because
i'm
me.
you see,
my type and i,
we're all made to go
in the same path
because
we're no different
from
one another.

i once laid sound asleep in my room
until i heard a
BANG
that sent me soaring.
i ran and i flew
excitedly seeing the world
like a baby bird whose wings
had carried him through the sky
for the very first time.
majestic and unstoppable;
i flew.
until suddenly,
the world shifted.

terrified,
i looked around desperately
while i broke through the air
like a hammer through glass
like a shoe on a chip
like a fist through a wall.
and my heart sunk.
i could see the clouds above
then
the ground below.
they were watching me,
pressuring me.
but i couldn't stop.
the skies had turned black
and red
and i
pounded through skin
and i
panicked.

questions overwhelming
my ****** core
is this all i am?
is this all i could be?


and i had to face,
right then and there,
that this is what i was made for;
to ****
to hurt
to destroy.

my deed is done.

wind cutting through my hair
and my expressionless face is still
while nostalgia overcomes me.
what have we come to?
words of hatred once spoken to one another,
followed by kind, apologetic letters,
and pure innocence engraved on our faces
turned into hangovers,
excuses and more excuses.
the worries drag my eyebrows down
like bent, rubber arcs that have been straightened
and are moving slowly back into formation.
am i the only one?

am i the only one?

i grab a pen and paper and write
the words inflaming my throat,
the visions in my eyes.

everyone moves.
everyone moves on and grows
with intoxication in hand
and fire
burning through their sockets.
is this growing up?
to enjoy and to live;
is it necessary to poison one's self?
what have we come to?

why, a different location
will not change the way they act.
am i the only one?

it's peer pressure what they do,
it's peer pressure.

but i am left,
because i refuse.
does that make me wrong?

my friends; their love and trust
bestilled in my heart;
it's weakening, it's breaking.
i shouldn't feel this way.
what have we come to?

is a dream of sanity and beauty
not enough?
because that is all you need
in my book.
you step in my book and see
a bird soaring
a flower blooming
an idea growing.
it's beautiful.
you step out of my book,
you don't see.
you're trapped
in the fumes, in the heat
of the crowd, in the smell
of the liquor.
what have we come to?

love is not an object.
it cannot be thrown around
and pestered with whenever you
please. it cannot get
carried around to become
an STD.
it cannot.
why?
it is not love.
it's hurt, it's stupidity.
the love is the feeling,
the lights,
the faith.
where is it?
lost,
disease has taken its place.

what have we come to?

it's what is inside, it's in
your soul, not displayed
on your skin.
what you are is not a material
thing, so why don't they bother
to take
a
second
look?

all walk with a label
instead of a name.
what have we come to?