I see more questions than answers. More paths than exits. I see no truth only the unknown. Because what is known has so much more needed to be discovered. Nothing is simple. But yet, everything starts at the same place. Different surroundings but the same old road. We try to learn and as we learn, we learn not only what we know but how little we know. We are so small compared to the universe and what it entails. But yet, we keep fighting to make it ours.
I'm different. We all are. But deep down, we have similarities. Some had a rough upbringing. Some have it rough right now. Some...
We as people are flawed. Flawed in so many ways that we can't tell wrong from right. Flawed so much we are afraid to take a chance. Flawed so much we fear we are the problem. Flawed and imperfect, but yet so perfect at the same time
Where am I going What am I meant to do There's something for me But that I hardly knew I hear a whisper Not much left to lose I take a picture I'm writing down my clues I hear a courage and a given name I've rewritten the news
I run toward a light To stop the abuse I dream of a world To know no recluse To write a poem Like one Dr Seuss I'm tying a knot I'm making a noose Two sides come together Now creating a truce ...
I keep on dreaming but the message is deceiving The heart is grieving from this little double meaning My head and soul bleeding but my failures repeating My right foot leading but the rest of me retreating The unlucky man pleading as he stays to struggle breathing The best, they are achieving but the rest are not competing The waters, they are receding, and the two lines not close to meeting
I feel we all write for one reason and I'm not an amazing writer but I do want to learn. Starting tomorrow, I'm going to try to tell a story of writing itself. Try to be truthful to what I want to say. I had a poem set up but accidentally forgot to save it and I'm A little upset about that. I'll send a poem in the morning.