Life Story (not a poem)

You know its coming. The steep drop. The final fall. Waiting for the quiet before the storm as they would all say. Or as I would say I was waiting for my final destiny to reveal itself. But no one would accept my explanation because it was too irrational and absurd. I didn’t think so. It was my life and I was willing to accept that that moment could have been the end of it. So I jumped. Higher than any of the other falls I had ever taken before. My others were just a tumble compared to what I was doing now. If I didn’t have sense enough I would have said that I was free falling from the moon. But I knew that that wasn’t the case. So many things go through your mind when you’re diving into nothingness. The possibility of death or maybe never reaching the end so you’d be stuck hovering in the nothingness for the rest of your life. Its one of those things that you just can’t avoid. Its like death, it happens. But this was scarier than the thought of death. Because yes I do believe in God, but this was something else. It was the uncertainty and unknowing of what lay beneath the crevasse. Its one of Mother Nature’s mysteries. It’s the cold that makes you wonder whether or not you can handle it. I’m not sure if I’m ready to handle the steep drop but I guess we’ll find out.

Hardship

Finding something to write from nothingness
Is one of the hardest things
It never comes out right
Or never flows
You could be given a topic
Yet your mind draws a blank
Meanings to words are unexplainably difficult to remember
That dictionary that was inside your head
Is now turning against you
You use words but they’re not the right ones
Oh, why does life have to be so hard
But that’s just it
Life isn’t hard
Its all just in your head

Oak

How can such a small acorn
Grow up
To be so tall and strong
Growing more green
As the temperature rises
But fall will come
Such a marvelous Oak
Going down with it
Green to red in a second
It sleeps
Ready to wake when the temperature rises

Today Is

Today is a crash with your new car
Today is going to prison for something you didn’t do
Today is breaking your only pencil while taking a Grad Test
Today is only having sour milk for your cereal
Today is furnishing your new house then finding out it burnt down
Today is losing the necklace your long lost mother bought you
Today is being mobbed on Pay Day
Today is your plane crashing down
Today is a heartbreak
Today is just my life

Acrostic: Reading

Reaching out for something
Entertainment of some sort or
Anything
Dumb struck by
Illiteracy
Nothing comes to mind
Going to try anyways

Writing Your Own Words

It will always be a mystery of what lies beneath the white sheet of paper turned upside down in the puddle. But when the sheet is turned over all there is, is smudged ink which leaves you still with no answers. It is worse getting that smeared ink than it is to get a blank sheet of paper.
Rewind
You are walking along and see a white piece of paper upside down in a puddle
You pick it up
It’s empty
For once in your life you have something
Something that is just yours and that no one else wants
That white piece of paper is open
To what so ever you want
Be creative
Fill it with what so ever you may want
Thoughts
Ideas
Pictures
The walls barricading your imagination are no longer there
You are free in that white piece of paper
But my piece of paper is different. It is full of Thoughts & Ideas, Memories & Quietness, Laughs & also Tears. My blank sheet of paper is no longer blank.
I guess its time to turn it over

I can see

All I want to be is me
The world is a crazy place, too near
Can’t you see

We are all similar like a branch of a tree
But all sprouting our own ear
All I want to be is me

I want back that purity
Like the blossom of a flower, so shear
Can’t you see

I feel like a refugee
Fleeing from the fear
All I want to be is me

We can all see our own glee
But do you see the broken tears
Can’t you see

I open my heart with a key
Which always gets shattered like a mirror
All I want to be is me