Today I smiled at the thought of deserts consuming entire cities.
It’s not up to you to fix what you did not break. It’s not up to you to chase what does not want to be followed nor to lose your peace for those with no peace in their hearts.
What you’re meant to do is to live well and freely without shackles imposed on you by others. You are meant to cut the threads connecting their words to your head so that you may think truly without their hidden agendas influencing your actions.
You don’t deserve a half-baked innocence.
We build homes in places that we know will not last and then become shocked at the notion that the water will rise in and bloat everything within its walls. We build, knowing that the soil is easily prone to erosion, but we still believe that it will outlast any natural disaster. Yet, our homes come tumbling down as we struggle to hold it together with temporary fixes.
Still, we continue to build all the while ignoring the warnings nature throws at our faces as it tells us that the structure will not hold. We work diligently and keep insurance because somewhere within us we know the tragedy that will inevitably strike. Foolishly, we forget that insurance is never a solution to a problem that will cost more to us than the claim is valued for. We will eventually lose that house that we desperately wanted to raise. Maybe then we will realize that the cost of building on inhabitable land was too high for our optimistic minds.
She was an inspiration to me.
Her easygoing nature
The darkness within her
Still, she lived unforgivingly.
Norms did not impede her like they did me.
Her dress was dark and long
The photographs with him
Still for Love, she lived willingly.
I wanted her courage.
Her ability to simply be
The human she wanted
Still, there I sat longingly.
When your skies start to rumble and your hands begin to tremble you should know the only way out is in.
When your home starts to crumble and your life begins to tumble down you should know that escape is underneath.
Beneath the rubble of your troubled, scratched soul is where you’ll find what you search your mind to make you whole, again.
Beneath the logic of roads traveled to hell remain your frantic need to shell yourself away from non-upheld promises that from memories fade.
The only way out is in when the rocks land in perfect commotion on top of your devotions to the higher power of yourself.
Heed my warning before the flood begins: the only way out is in.
You look the other way when she passes
And you’re too ashamed to look her straight in the face and say the key words,
By pretending to be godly while everyone else is under-worldly
You diminish yourself in stature,
Maturity is calling your name fewer times than it calls mine.
That pain inside your chest compresses insecurity,
But what else is going to join that reaction
If you only look at the repercussions of others?
Perhaps you’re wearing blinding shades
To fake your ice-coldness towards the rest.
When you’re sad you’ll have one less person
To turn to.
When you push everyone away
—and you will—
You’ll complain that life makes one bitter.
Or you can just say you’re sorry.
I grasp each mood
Like a wave off of the coast
Learning to crash and split
Waiting on the burst
Of foam learning how to wet
The stones on their shoulders
To cleanse the weight
That makes their world colder.
I’m ready to spew
A volcano before the dawn
Of days as we know them
With things they never knew.
I’m trying to form
My heaven on Earth
By helping your thoughts
Take a positive form.
So listen up world I have something to tell you about why the flowers grow the way they do. They beg for you to stop and smell them, to touch their silky petals carrying life and kindness. The rivers are flowing to provide the living things we know with an opportunity at a life easier than it has been. So when you feel like you’re about to drawn in the oceans of your head, remember to resurface because there’s more to life than just death