Friday, September 16, 2011

Some things I wrote earlier this summer.

Tearing it up, but not wearing it out

What have we done to this place?
I crave a different way of life.
How do you know when to get there?
Or how, even?
Take a shot at something new.
Who will I be if I don't succeed?
A trollop of seasons? a vagabond?
Or simply a free spirit who has been trapped in this image?
We see things that I can't reach.
How frustrating.
Try, I keep turning back into a wasp of a person
like everyone else.
A pest, nuisance to this land.
I could help
I could move it all around
Free myself and loved ones of this typical scene.
I realize I don't need permission
Let's do it.
Take a ride.
We can always come back.
I need a new life to call my home.
I'm going to let it all go and give it all in.
I could be my dreams.
We have this chance at risking it all.
I am the ruler of the castles in my air.
I will silence my alarms.
You will be the guardian of our fate,
But I hope to lead the way.






I speak truths, when you're me


I see you wavering between who you were and who you know you can be. Your past is trying to creep into your future. I seek potential, not those who have achieved it. I enjoy the process of growth. I want to see it, be a part of it, influence the better in people so they can compare to the latter. I want to be the gold in your heart, the one who spoke the truth and opened doors to a better way. Somehow, I have a gift for this. Perspective is a direction in life. I chose a lighter path, brushing off negatives and denying disapprovals. Our life is ours to navigate in choppy waters, but we always come out clean, if we chose to see it that way. I'll never drown and if you're with me, I'll teach you to bathe and swim with the sun. Always, on the brighter side.




A first for all

Seeing a life for what it is
A choice, a chance, a trick
Or so it seems

Took the lead, because no one else will
Separate, but at one fell swoop
Collectively walking the dream

Getting to what is mine
Owning it, living, manipulating happiness
Molding wishes into my professions

Promising to be held accountable
We wade though the orbs of our past
Dangling them in darkness

We will never forget
The tiny steps that led us to no regrets
Suspended tirelessly in waves of hilarity

Forever