When I look outside and see that I am everything, that's love. Between these two my life turns. We are not troubled by things, but by the opinions we have about things. Stand still. The trees before you and the bushes beside you are not lost. Wherever you are is a place called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. It answers, I have made this place around you, If you leave it you may come back again saying Here. No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches the same to Wren. If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, You are surely lost. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you. Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. Buckminster Fuller himself was fond of stating that what seems to be happening at the moment is never the full story of what is really going on. He liked to point out that for the honey bee, it is the honey that is important. But the bee is at the same time nature's vehicle for carrying out cross-pollination of the flowers. Interconnectedness is a fundamental principle of nature. Nothing is isolated. Each event connects with others. I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, most of which never happened - anonymous sometimes attributed to Mark Twain -.
We see things not as they are, but as we are. Tomlinson -. The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains. Ram Dass tells of a student who went to a Zen master. Not a dead Zen master. As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives. Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it.
Because what the world needs is people who have come alive. The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift. First I was dying to finish high school and start college. And then I was dying to finish college and start working. And then I was dying to marry and have children.
And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough for school so I could return to work. And then I was dying to retire. And now, I am dying And suddenly realize I forgot to live. I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
In my walks, I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods if I am thinking of something out of the woods? Our bodies know they belong, It's our minds that make our lives so homeless. Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It's a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.
Could we have no agenda when we walk into a room with another person, not know what to say, not make that person wrong or right? Could we see, hear, feel other people as they really are? But true communication can happen only in that open space. Holiness comes wrapped in the ordinary. There are burning bushes all around you. Every tree is full of angels. Hidden beauty is waiting in every crumb. Every part of our personality that we do not love will become hostile to us.
If you have embarked on this journey of self-reflection, you may be at a place that everyone, sooner or later, experiences on the spiritual path. You have a choice whether to open or close, whether to hold on or let go, whether to harden or soften, whether to hold your seat or strike out. That choice is presented to you again and again and again. I sought my soul, But my soul I could not see. I sought my God, But my God eluded me.
I sought my brother, And found all three. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace. Is there anything I can do to make myself Enlightened?
As little as you can do to make the sun rise in the morning. Then of what use are the spiritual exercises you prescribe? To make sure you are not asleep when the sun begins to rise. There is nothing you can do to improve your soul. There is nothing you can do to stain your soul. I believe that the only true religion consists of having a good heart. The further I wake into this life, the more I realize that God is everywhere and the extraordinary is waiting quietly beneath the skin of all that is ordinary.
Light is in both the broken bottle and the diamond, and music is in both the flowing violin and the water dripping from the drainage pipe. Yes, God is under the porch as well as on top of the mountain, and joy is in both the front row and the bleachers, if we are willing to be where we are. We can stop struggling with what occurs and see its true face without calling it the enemy. It helps to remember that our spiritual practice is not about accomplishing anything - not about winning or losing - but about ceasing to struggle and relaxing as it is.
That is what we are doing when we sit down to meditate. That attitude spreads into the rest of our lives. Most of us need to be reminded that we are good, that we are lovable, that we belong. Our relationships have the potential to be a sacred refuge, a place of healing and awakening. With each person we meet, we can learn to look behind the mask and see the one who longs to love and be loved. Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depths of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in the eyes of the Divine.
If only they could all see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time. There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed. Enlightenment does exist. It is possible to awaken. Unbounded freedom and joy, oneness with the Divine, awakening into a state of timeless grace - these experiences are more common than you know, and not far away. There is one further truth, however: They don't last.
A growing voice inside my head; the essence of me. I plan to enact the five steps immediately on some current fears I have about taking my business in a new direction. Fear so compelling, he walks a path through debris. Imperial society of creators To conduct skill based workshop in the field of Computers. What could I be missing. My calling on this Earth is to help others. What an amazing episode!
Our realizations and awakenings show us the reality of the world, and they bring transformation, but they pass. We all know that after the honeymoon comes the marriage. After the election comes the hard task of governance. In spiritual life it is the same: After the ecstasy comes the laundry. When we think that something is going to bring us pleasure, we really don't know what's going to happen.
When we think something is going to give us misery, we don't know. Letting there be room for not knowing is the most important thing of all. We try to do what we think is going to help. But we don't know. We never know if we're going to fall flat or sit up tall. When there's a big disappointment, we don't know if that's the end of the story. It may be just the beginning of a great adventure. Life is like that. We call something bad; we call it good.
But really we just don't know. With spiritual maturity Integrated and personal spiritual practice includes our work, our love, our families, and our creativity. It understands that the personal and the universal are inextricably connected, that the universal truths of spiritual life can come alive only in each particular and personal circumstance. How we live is our spiritual life. As one wise student remarked, 'If you really want to know about a Zen master, talk to their spouse. Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say 'Look! Your generosity toward others is key to your positive experiences in the world. Know that there's enough room for everyone to be passionate, creative, and successful. In fact, there's more than room for everyone; there's a need for everyone. Don't think the purpose of meditation is to go deep into consciousness, wrap a blanket around yourself, and say, 'How cozy! I'm going to curl up in here by myself; let the world burn. We go deep into meditation so that we can reach out further and further to the world outside. You are not a drop in the ocean, You are the entire ocean in a drop.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as a Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. Paradise is thus not so much a place, as liberation into the fullness and bounty of everyday experience.
When we make music we don't do it in order to reach a certain point, such as the end of the composition. If that were the purpose of music then obviously the fastest players would be the best. Also, when we are dancing we are not aiming to arrive at a particular place on the floor as in a journey.
When we dance, the journey itself is the point, as when we play music the playing itself is the point. And exactly the same thing is true in meditation. Meditation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment. Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us. One day I asked Kassie [Temple] the question that had been vexing me: "How do you keep doing this hard, heart-wrenching work when you know you'll wake up tomorrow to problems that are as bad or worse than the ones you're dealing with today?
What if our religion was each other? If our practice was our life? If prayer was our words? What if the Temple was the Earth? If forests were our church? If holy water - the river, lakes and oceans? What if meditation was our relationships? If the Teacher was life? If wisdom was self-knowledge? If love was the center of our being? As often happens on the spiritual journey, we have arrived at the heart of a paradox: each time a door closes, the rest of the world opens up. All we need to do is stop pounding on the door that has just closed, turn around - which puts the door behind us - and welcome the largeness of life that now lies open to our souls.
The door that closed kept us from entering a room, but what now lies before us is the rest of reality. In the end, these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you learn to let go? You and I appear to be separate. We differ in color, size, and shape Beneath this apparent division, however, hidden deep within each of us is the one Self - eternal, infinite, ever-perfect.
This is the closely guarded secret of life: that we are all caught up in a divine masquerade, and all we are trying to do is take off our masks to reveal the pure, perfect Self within. Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it. When you meet anyone, remember it is a holy encounter. As you see him you will see yourself. As you treat him you will treat yourself.
As you think of him you will think of yourself. Never forget this, for in him you will find yourself or lose yourself. As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I'd still be in prison. Let us encourage one another with spiritual friendship, conversations that are uplifting, and remembrance of our sacred purpose in life. Go and love someone exactly as they are and watch how quickly they transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves. When one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered.
It has a lot to do with developing patience, not with the check-out person so much, but with your own pain that arises, the rawness and the vulnerability, and sending some kind of warmth and love to that rawness and soreness. I think that's how we have to practice. There ain't no answer. There ain't ever going to be an answer. There never was an answer. That's the answer.
If we learn to open our hearts, anyone, including the people who drive us crazy, can be our teacher. We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the one that is waiting for us. Forster -. When is the last time that you had a great conversation, a conversation that wasn't just two intersecting monologues, which is what passes for conversation a lot in this culture? That you heard yourself receiving from somebody words that absolutely found places within you that you thought you had lost I've had some of them recently Listening is much more than allowing another to talk while waiting for a chance to respond.
Listening is paying full attention to others and welcoming them into our very beings. The beauty of listening is that those who are listened to start feeling accepted, start taking their words more seriously and discovering their true selves. Listening is a form of spiritual hospitality by which you invite strangers to be friends, to get to know their inner selves more fully, and even to dare to be silent with you.
Nouwen -. During my life I have met some of the kindest people who don't consider themselves spiritual at all. Yet their approach to life comes from a deep caring and concern for all human beings. It comes from a basic kindness. That is what spirituality is about. It is about our deep connections. It isn't about what gender we think God is, or whether we even think God exists or what rituals we perform or the creeds we profess.
It is experiencing and acting from our deep connections. It is often done quietly, with no fanfare. It is a friendliness to all life. My beloved child, break your heart no longer. Each time you judge yourself, you break your heart. You pull away from the love that is the well-spring of your vitality. But now the time has come, your time, to live and to trust the goodness that you are.
The distinction And what does mystery ask of us? Only that we be in its presence, that we fully, consciously hand ourselves over. That is all, and that is everything. Over the years I have seen the power of taking an unconditional relationship to life …, a willingness to show up for whatever life may offer and meet with it rather than wishing to edit and change the inevitable…. Perhaps the wisdom lies in engaging the life you have been given as fully and courageously as possible and not letting go until you find the unknown blessing that is in everything..
Often in meditative language we speak of letting go of things: let go of thoughts, let go of emotions, let go of pain. Sometimes that is not exactly the right phrase, because letting go suggests that you need to do something. Everything comes and goes by itself. We do not have to do anything to make it come, or make it go, or to let it go. We just have to let it be. Each one of us, I believe, is a gift the earth is giving to itself now, a unique gift.
If the world is to be healed through human effort, I am convinced it will be by ordinary people, people whose love for this life is even greater than their fear. People who can open to the web of life that called us into being, and who can rest in the vitality of that larger body.
A human being is a part of the whole, called by us "Universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of a prison to us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for only the few people nearest us. I was Trapped in a tumultuous turmoil of trepidation and insecurity, a tourniquet of timidity restricting any temeritous thoughts from flowing forth to fruition; in a word, overwhelmed.
I was. Setting My Reality. Allow treasured ruins to turn your treasures to ruins. With the unceasing tick of time, your life is now your own, Creation and exploration of your own mind, making possible fun of your youth; yet, maturity of being grown. A Person Of Courage. A person of courage Could be a firefighter, a doctor Someone who upholds justice.
But I found a person of courage in someone else. A bit more.. It Shouldn't Be So Hard. Proving to myself. Sidewalk Education. Right and wrong. Right and wrong, criminal and justice I have never understood where these ideals of right and wrong begin. When they are a result of societal norms and when they are a result of simple though and humanity. The Builders. MLA format is cruel to the trees. Those pale promises of untouched space on the backs of papers. Fairy Decadence. I stared into the fire and found that I had become my shadow, slithering through castles young and old, who thunder about the earth in titan glory, while morphing my bones—to click and burn—aligning with yours.
Heartless Lover. My name is Ed,. Glory Days. I noticed you were a bit sad so I wrote this to cheer you up. The Secret. I have a secret And when I tell it Hot will turn cold And my world will explode And I'll be left in the middle of nowhere. I have a secret And when I tell it Friendships will end.
Chaos Cranium. I have a whole world contained in my head. Not the whole world, but my world instead.
Collected in a memory bank of nostalgia and song lyrics and the actual song if I hear it. When you told me To grow up, I thought you meant, "Kill your heart. Dutifully, plugged the tears until I suffocated. Are you proud of me? The Epidemic. There is a growing city Upon which the red creeps, A place that is full of People in the streets.
The plague advances Bit by bit, Lowering the people Into a dark cold pit. Temptations, deceit Tricked, trapped, but it looks so good Ways of sin and men. Instructions: How to Fix a Heart. I have always dreamed of being a toy train. Spreading smiles on happy boyish faces But have I ever drawn a smile on a face?
The anger burning when I hear your name. Pull me in farther,. I'll Show You. The look you give me when I tell you I want to study away from you,. Because I'm Stuck. Wind is waving bye While the sun caresses doubts Silence brings the anger And leaves confusion on the couch Tears are hiding from pain Who carries smiles all day Lingering at the door is misunderstanding. Enter a world known as Earth Know that whatever you say has no worth There is freedom of speech but that is a lie And nothing is ever as easy as pie Look around and you will see Something that will forever be.
Math and numbers make me tick. Band Aid's Can't Fix Everything. Let me read it. No, because it's about her. About the way she eats and the way she doesn't. Lost in Love. I see it everywhere Kissing, hugging Holding hands Everything a couple does. I see it everywhere Except for me. Alone is all I will ever be.
No relationship has ever found me. Indelible Embroilment. There are moments in the night when I wish for someone to lay next to me, embrace me in their arms, and not let me go till the moon finally takes its leave. A mind's cry. She doesn't know the effect She doesn't know the tears My eyes are bruised with waterfall cries She is always there Yeah I guess I can't knock life I feel the stress What is it that I say? Arcade Games. When I walk into work the air is cloying The musty glow of past play-sweat clinging to the air, The whipping of sugar has begun in the back Building the wispy crystals into pastel clouds.
When the dust settles. A cloud arises from the west, Sweeping the desert land in a rose tinted hue, Bringing back fond memories, Of a small world that I so dearly knew. On Music. Music is my heart, The rain, the pulse. These words So far, Frustrate me. Pain is the one that seeks the darkness. Always inside and completely lifeless. What makes me tick.
What makes me tick are these sick, unrealistic expectations of women. Stuck in here for Eternity. Stuck in here for eternity: Lost in darkness; I will never see. No voices ever speak to me, Stuck in chains for eternity. My breath runs slow, My heart losses track. Selfish User. Turn your lips to mute! You stress her out over pointless things You should stop right now and…. Irrational Understanding. Bitty Dean. What I Don't Know. I wish I was an astronomist I look at the stars and all that comes into mind is how much I don't know about the world I wish I was an expert not just about space but about physics, anatomy,.
There will always be people who work harder. I am smart. There will always be people who are smarter. I can sing. Others can sing as well. Ongoing War. The Compassion Tick. Some are driven by their money Some are inspired by their honey Some are propelled to influence What makes me tick is to make a difference. A difference can help one in need.
In less than a month's time, My world will change From the familiarity of my home and siblings To the unknown of university. Who will I meet? How will I progress? The infinite possibilities dash. Dusk's Domain. It's not the place of in-between, Nor the place where souls scream Night is, as night does Not in this world, or the one above For if you stay, you just might find By dawn's break, you've lost your mind.
The Heart that Fell Asleep. I don't like to think that my heart stopped beating on the night when the blanket wouldn't warm up and the moonless night seemed especially suffocating. Anything can happen any day,. On Myself--Revisited. I met my lover for lunch down the street. My lover, who taught me how to exist In the twist of this hiss, this fizz and sleet Who brought me this bliss, who's Anger, I kissed. We sat outside on two summer-hot seats.
A Closed Off Girl. A Neighborhood. For to fall is to fail,. Listen up I got to say something, This is the start of a new revolution. You Did This. I am ony six years old. As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,. Writing is an act of thought, A Muse chased into eloquence, A wild idea, tamed and caught And realized through writer's sense The cause itself, irrelevant, The processes behind it too,.
Purity of the Unseen. Sea of Love. Poem Of Masks. I don't know when this started really. This feeling of falling. This feeling of emptiness that started as a dark seed and seemed to grow and grow, taller and darker, branching into the paths of my mind,. No Matter What. The Sin-Caster.
I saw you who was myself. Everyday I see it It's on the tip of your tongue You want to put us down. Crying children. What do you stand for if you don't stand in prayer? We can't eat bagels everyday. A tallis is no scarf. The drum beats out — stand for your people,. Don't worry, it gets better. A rhyme here and there can make a point.
Stay away from that stuff as your friends pass the joint. We The People. My thoughts tend to wander. From work, to school and my day. Most times I day dream. Flying, Traveling, Running away. My duty is here, working. Empty Colloquy. There were multitudes of peopleToo many for me to grasp.
In My Neighborhhood. After Hours College. Gears of Mind. Elusive answers Ponder questions Get your gears on a drive. Just to keep that drive. Standard beauty ideals are failing us. People demand Curvy but skinny. Tall but petite. Modest but sexy. Pure but experienced. Natural but modified. We can't have it all,. The Friend in My Head.
I swear we've met before. Are you the reflection I see in the mirror, Or the slam of a broken door? You seem recognizable to me: an old childhood friend,. Suicidal Clown. This fake smile is bone structure Painted on to mask my frown You don't see fear nor pain or sin, I'm a suicidal clown. Blood seeped through my long sleeve as I prepared my noose of belts and sheets.
More than just a simple metaphor. It started with just one. A World Built on Lies. A woman walks up to the church with tears in her eyes She looks straight down so no one sees the tears that she cries She walks alone In long dark clothes So she can say "goodbye". Where I walked. Trapped beneath a wicked confinementIn an embryoni. The Music in Me.
Being understood, isn't always me I cannot always say what's deep inside, you see. But when I close my eyes, I hear the rhythms speak;. My Darling,. All my life I told you tales about monsters The beasts underneath my bed Always telling you they wanted to kidnap me When in fact they wanted me dead. In the Mind of the Beholder. Happiness stapled to the surface Discontent smohered in smiles Despair cloaked in giggles.
The world of alone. She feels alone in this world. Beauty Above All. A girl once told me that my most redeeming quality came from how gracious my heart and intentions were, and that no matter the circumstances, others come first. I lay on my back,My back to the world. I watch all the clouds,The clouds start to swirl. The swirls turn to pictures,That rest in my head.
A magical dream. I dream of you when I fall asleep. What Will I Do? What will I do? Will I answer duty's call? Will I cure a disease? Will I build my own hall? Will I make fire cease? Will I lead a nation? Will I explore space? Will I destroy stagnation? Every day, I wake up and pray to the Lord that I can go out into the world and act as a shining light to those who are lost in the darkness.
I try to speak my mind, But is there no difference between a compliment and a homocide? Quiet shaves away at erradicated emotions, My acne scraping when whips are creasing my flesh. I often ask others what they dream. I often ask others what they dream about. Burgundy Lips. Living, loving, and losing Inside my heart's been battered and it's bruising Following my dreams is harder than I thought.
Some Are Bilingual. I've been accepted to college which is such great news the only sad part is that I'll be away from you. Away from your love, away from your laughter but it is ok I'll be fine, I cant stay forever. Little girls and little boys See the world as it should be Little girls and little boys Even dream in the daylight Little girls and little boys Do not ever have worries Little girls and little boys. Late Night Thoughts. Wanting success Future on my mind. From Time.
Tick, Tock. Tick tock, The clock strikes one o'clock. The sky is dark, the stars shine bright, Everybody, but one, is asleep tonight. How could you? You left us when I was eleven You just walked out Said it was over. It's been five years You still haven't changed dad It's bullshit to think you would.
A description of who she was. Night after night my dreams felt so bright because she made me shine with all my light. What if. What if she's the one I can trust and turn the me into an us. What if we can be the us that "everyone" tries to bust. You ask me to pay the grocery bills, when I'm not allowed to eat the food. I see rainbows burst through the sky And have the sudden urge to run and cry They all laugh and they say, "dont even try" And I say, "oh why, god, why?
You are. You are an angel at heart and a goddess at sight. You are my beautiful Aphrodite. My attempt to want. This is my attempt for getting you naked. Yea, the earlier me is being amended. So please help me acomplish my new goal. Stand Tall or Fall? The Vampire: A Poor Beast. A warped and revolting creature,That has many known names ,fury, wraith, bloodsucker, tormentor, Vampire,.
I am an amazing person. They Were The Girls. Continuing Your Road. It provides us knowledge about world. Chaos In An Enclosed System. On the surface my demeanor is calm. To anyone who talks with me it's as if I've not one qualm. Beneath this exterior lies another person entirely. A person who dreads failing; who has become obsessive and miserly. On Bisexuality. Power of a Mind and Voice. For all a chance, a choice. Broken Illushen. The illushen of the world around me is falling appart, and now i see how cruel this world can really be.
How it tests you and takes away all purity, nothing is really as it seems. I'm not a strong as i apear,. Good Girl. He likes the way you twerk. The way you move your hips and make your gluteus maximus go berserk. To the Stalins and Hitlers Your dream needed an audience. Where it lacked one, one was found. Ordinary crowds became worshippers-- Sucked into an infatuation That was entirely designed by yourself.
Language Barrier. I have seen the other side, More than eight thousand miles away. I have seen the other side, And it's like nothing you've ever met before. The streets are lined with ramshackle stores,. Melodies flowing, swelling, undulating, Waves invisible to the eye, yet invokes the senses Creates an active mind Induces tears, fears, ensnares the heart, With a strength unparalleled.
High School Hallways. I hate walking in the hallways Of my high school. For one thing, There are way to many people. They walk with no purpose While mine Is to get to class. Yes, there is 6 minutes. This Artist. Many shaped who I am. Many more shaped those who shaped me.
I hope with my words many will be shaped by me. A spark in darkness created a universe that we all know. Broken Relationships. I find myself shedding tears for past shitWounds t. Regretful She. As she sits there crying, She regrets what she's done. She says over and over to herself, "I am young and I don't mean anything I say. Money Hungry. Fighting for Balance. Hush Now.
The voices get so loud. The Girl in the Baby Pink. All I could do was just sit there and cry. All I could do was sit there and catch the mascara stained teardrops that attempted to scar my cheeks. Or was I even wearing mascara? White Noise. I stare into my brothers' eyes to see the icy glow of the history untold and the present to behold. While we speak words of ticking keys and blink behind the screen of lies.
No One. Hello, hello, is there anyone here. Oh dear God, what have I done? Almost Giving Up. I remember those lonely nights. That time in life when I was done, emotionally crippled. When I cared less for myself than even my enemies did. I used to whisper horibble things into the abyss,. Fell For You. And didn't bother to stay and cover my exposed wounds. Tick loves to tick me off! Tick is a small unidentified creature.
A smirky grin is his best feature. Tick is my car's worst enemy. He knows how to get the best of me. At night while I sleep,. Even when we are apart. I wish my voice to reach out to those I love, for them to wipe their tears is smile so they know I'm with them, thinking of them, and they are not alone. What could I be missing.
No one was ever asked to be born, but like always God is on a mysterious mission. John Green, Again. Sorry Doctor King. Two Feet to Success. I figured out that maybe I actually like the rain. Since I was your soil and needed light and water to survive, I wanted rain. They planted your seed in my rich soil to grow. Didn't Have a Name. How do I rid my mind of your presence? You linger like the scent of incense, drifting through my thoughts. An individual with a question to a world. Last of the Perseid Meteor Shower. Sadness is Fake. This morning I looked up in the skies Past the prickly trees Their green arms a border for the clouds And blue skies.
The world is so big, Sometimes I can scarcely imagine. The word perfection consumes us all, consumes the thoughts of imperections and tries to change them into something perfectly woven together, or to flatten a small bumb,. Never Knowing Life. This is the best time of my life yet the most stressful all at the same time. Planning the rest of my life before it even starts. Nothing is going to go as planned, I guess that is the fun in it One Breath At a Time. Notes in metal veins.
This is why I am here,. My internet connection, Where did you go? Words that taunt,Words that flow,Words that tease. If not writtenThey will certainly flee,Escape your mind to bleed. For they will be never moreThen a thought, that drifted with the wind,. Letter To My Father. Dear Dad, You know how much I miss you, But being a good father to your kids had always been an issue, Mom used to say that you were just a drug addict,.
An era to end mere watching. There I stood. Tragically transfixed in cowardice, trembling in fear, no voice of my own, so afraid to speak out I took to writing this poem. The Runaway. Born and bred, true blue, and loyal. To have a hometown I would feel like a royal. A place that I know, love, and trust. I'd try to return; get there "or bust". Family nearby would be a nice bonus;. Your Word Is Your Word. You told me you were going to do something, but it wasn't done. You told me you were going to teach me how to speak anothe language, I wasn't taught.
You're Not My Dad. I don't know why there are so many pictures of you and us. Small Town Blues from a World Traveler. How Do We Fly. In this great big world, we are raised. Seventeen years under our parents' wings before we are shoved into the real world in our eighteenth year. How are we expected to make our own decisions,. State of mind. Hear the butterflies beating their blue wings; beautiful and sad. Listen to the wind shut your eyes. Where has Annie gone? She's been out way to long "Who died and made her queen? Star-Crossed Stupidity. We were Romeo and Juliet, My depression and me, Me and my depression.
A tragically beautiful romance Of star-crossed lovers,. La Femme Nikita. If Depression were a person, She'd be a woman. An independent, seductive femme fatale, because The most feared being in the world is a woman who can. Disclaimer: This is not a poem, Because my depression is not, was not, and will never be poetic.
I used to think. Looking into his eyes I see the pain. Builders, Not Construction Workers. I am a woman like any other woman, and that is, apparently, a problem. This is not a problem concerning the "uniqueness" of each woman, or the preservation of individuality. I am a lover Running my fingers through her hair And gazing into those green, green eyes Adoring the tilt of her head And the lift of her lips Their softness agonizingly sweet. The Blind Carrier.
Family's forever,love is blind. Death's forever,they are blind. Scared Most of the Time. Will they see through me? Walks amongst the grass, with a smile to the sun. Warmth about his heart, the boy longs for lasting fun. Fear so compelling, he walks a path through debris. So dark and twisted, is to man's reality. Down the Rabbit Hole. Color Blind. Excellent Unexcellence. History has taught me white excellent. Shawn Carter and Mr. West are preaching black excellence. In the end we are all human.
Yet to Live. Lucid dreaming. Traveling on my sub-conscience whim. Want a Piece of Mind? Have a Piece of Mine.. I want to go inside the head of someone elsethat way I can think thoughts that are beyond myselfI want to know what they know, see what they see,I wonder if they even think about me. The Fall. The world is crumbling as I stumble t. The Question.
Is journalism right for me? Any time so one would ask me what I wanted to do I had the answer ready to Spring out out, quick as a whip. Ready with a quip. In, and then out; in and then out. These are the constant reminders I have to tell my self to keep me focused,. Considered Friends. I can still remember those late night phones calls text for no reason and bumps in the hallway like no one could see us.
Confessions of a First-born Daughter of a Divorced Couple. Sweetheart, let me in. It's time for our lives to b. Crazy seeing how Social Media is ruling things. Kids learn their ways from what they see instead of their parents teaching them what they should be. That Girl. Hey, did you see that girl today? What was she wearing this time? Did she try to talk to you? Bloody Curse. Sometimes I wonder what people think of me. Look at me! The Power of Reading. Far away over roaring seas, or mountains of mystery, war rages through countless pages, both fiction and history. Beneath the cover reality fades and colors emerge in place.
Isn't it good enough? Now, do it again. I want to die. For this feeling I can no longer bare. The rage within my soul has consumed my whole being. The terror and horror of hell has revived and rejuvenated in my soul. Beyond the Bullets. He grits his teeth despite the rough sand The blood spattered on a dented helmet Because He not only fights for his country, For his freedom, but he fights for Her.
Deep Space. My mind, a deep space. Longing for a challenge to embrace. I search and ponder within myself: what is my purpose on this Earth? To seek what is beyond the horizon? To peek over the highest mountain? Will This Ever End? Will this ever end,. Childhood to Adulthood. From the time we are born we are all told what to think. That Santa brings our toys and that all girls love pink. That if you're nice to others they'll be nice back. I'm not sad. We are living are dreams into the future talent and hope is depending on us. Blood Pressure. Liar Liar. Best Friend Forever. What makes me tick?
I found in second grade, It was a sweet, seven-year old chick. In daycare, together we played. Day after day, We formed a bond. The Weight Of The World. My Myers Briggs test indicates That I am a scientist My natural propensity for problem-solving And an ability to grapple with vague concepts Puts me among the type with the highest IQ. Speak your mind scholarship. I speak on fear, depression, and realization. Success to me only comes when all three of these things plays together as one.
The battle is all within yourself and will always be. Most people say that ignorance is bliss. But I believe that ignorance is destruction. The ignorance of feelings,The absence of empathy. Not knowing or caring what others are going through. Seeing You. I want to see you, you say. And so you see me through the sage green stitches of my grandmother's crocheted yarn, And so you see me Lying above the cherry-cola leather sofa.
And so you see me,. Walking Blind. We're blinded by many things Sadness Joy Anger Caught up in the passion of a moment That will pass and leave you crashing into empty nothing We're blinded by empty things Bitterness. Constant thoughts fill my brain toppling over each other. I try to process each one but fail to remember them all. I have to grasp onto one and run with it, creating a new world. The Man. Is MD just a disease? Or a lifestyle? I am lucky. There are things that are mine that others don't have.
JK Friendships. Friendship is truely hard. Blinded By Love. See I've given up on love but somehow I still had faith in you, I believed In every word you said and foolishly thought they were true,. I Hear Freedom Bells Ringing.
The dungeon holds a dragonfly. The Only Ones That Think. Are we simply machines ourselves? In My Soul. I touched brush to paint, Paint to canvas. Poured thoughts, feelings and emotions, At every dab, At every stroke. Permeate it with life! Saturate with color! Drench it in richness! I choose to be loud Yet I have to be quiet to get your attention Must I speak like a mouse to get you to listen. Behind a Person. The Oblivious Chompers. Everyday there are obstacles in my path So many in fact, it's hard to do the math!
Dancing Snow. Dancing SnowWhirling and dancing, running in the wind,A dust storm in the winter, blowing pure and white. Sparkling and shining, floating 'cross the sky,. World to See. Faces, voices, wishing, waiting; just what are th. Imagine Away Life. As I grow bored. My Heaven. My heaven awaits for me in the infinite skies. There I can soar where ever, there I can jump from cloud to cloud, and there I can free fall without worries of ever touching the ground.
That is my imaginable heaven. Speak Your Mind Slam over Taekwondo. When I first thought of slam poetry, I had nothing. How My Mind Wanders.