The Reaping

Allow me a moment
To allot my thoughts,
To muster my ambitions
Allow me a moment
To grasp stance,
To pardon my fancy
And determine the consequences
These melting tickers on the wall
Speak a song-
Run a walk-
Scream a whisper;
I am relative to them all
But segregated unwillingly
They believe and do not act
So reap the products
And serve me my rights
I am but a liberal mind,
Chained to a conservative beast
Possibly I could write to you,
Sign my name in pen and ink
Deliver my trust with a stamp
But would you keep it away?
Or would you let dust fall upon it,
Like an overseen talisman
Bringing faulty luck to a worthy argument
I will raise my voice in certainty,
Forcing you to hear what you cannot understand

Skeleton in the Closet

I am quickly angered with the thought

Of seeking one and not being sought.

My callous feet walk dangerous road,

My back is weary from a heavy load.

I know I’ve seen you,

I wait for your casted shadow

And to remember you friend,

And not you foe

You paint the sky with glitter and gold

From you to me, an esteemed centerfold

Your name is not carved, I see no evidence

With that not labeled, I have to relevance

Bestow on me your time and cause

Take out of my mouth this bloody gauze

A cut so deep

No procedure is attempted

No healing to come

If only I repented

A Courteous Flee of Doubt

It crawls in the deepest parts of me,
A want; a need
An  insecurity waiting for relief
A misconception seeking for correction
A love squirming for a beholder
All these things and more
Choreographing my life,
Dictating my stance.
No more,
Liberty stirs in my veins,
A helpless serenity that surfaces
A truth based coup
Forming in the midst of righteousness,
A courteous flee of doubt,
Leaving me naked,
Stripped of all I once knew-
Presenting to me the new.

Run

Run, girl
Run from your problems
Run from the shadows that kiss the delicate ground beneath you
Run from your fears
Run from the one's who said you can't
- and said you can.
Run from the judgement
Run from the darkness of black
Run from your let down dreams and washed out hopes
Run till your feet can no longer carry you,
And once you stop running
Try to find your way back home.

A Sensitive Society

I will never understand the sensitivity of our society. You have two choices in life: move on, or don't. Life is full of disappointments, regrets, and let downs. Regardless of your preferences, things happen. Don't wine to me about relationships, losses, or friendships- I've had my fair share of all. There is a point when you have to chose maturity over sorrow. Do not pout over what you cannot control, but fulfill what you can control. Sure, I wish he hadn't of died. And sure, my life would be much different. But what good would it do me to dream and grieve over what will never be. Luckily, I am still here. Each day I want to do something that makes me remembered. You should be thankful, actually. These events that happen to you, they act as free shape-ups. Each battle wound makes a good story, not a bad memory. Life is about choices. We are such a conceited people, always wanting to focus on self pity rather than blessings. We never notice just how good we have it. 

The Sky on Fire

The sky is on fire,
But I like the view
It's burning and twirling,
Flaming and raging,
But it looks nice from down here.
Balls of ash are hitting our children,
Smoke is consuming our houses,
But it's so beautiful
Every bit is so ugly, so horrible,
But don't make it stop,
Give me a few more minutes.

Faint Lights and Vibrant Emotions

I sit for a moment,

Believing that everything is pure. 

I sit for a moment, 

Knowing that everything is dominant, and that nothing is feeble.

I sit here, 

With my young, fickle soul

Reflecting on the vastness on what we call the 'sea'. 

And with all the vastness surrounding, I still remain.

And though there are many creations abundantly filling that vastness, 

They all remain as well.

They float around carelessly, in the thrashing vastness.

Proving to myself, that no matter how large the vastness, 

No worry may come that I shall dissipate. 

Presence is presence,

No matter how large scene.