Believing in Something

I have experienced the saddness of loss,

heavy tears which keep you frozen in time,

and in history everytime

we do it to ourselves,

even though we have books and internet,

we have to experience things on our own.

we say things we dont mean,

when tired physically, or mentally

we are never the same as each day goes on.

so let this poem remind us to forgive

and hate is only temporary, but love

is undying. Let our truth be the same

in harmony just as each organ in

the human body functions together.

My words inspired by my friends and family,

I hope you one day become one of them.

In tough times we have each other,

in return we keep on going.

we will only do what a human can,

destroy with our left and create with our right,

it is only nature, we cannot forget we are part of,

I believe that I will be written in a history book,

what is it that you believe in?

If it doesn't hurt, what is the point

in anything that we do.

Keep going even when it hurts

because pain is only a reminder that you are still alive.

Only if it is worth it, you must go all the way

scared

Deep down in my heart I am putting everything out there with my name on it. I have done so much and proved myself but I am scared for what the future will hold. So many emotions this month and so many changes I dont know what the next day will hold. I need to break the ice and keep moving and I cant stay frozen. I am almost there and every dark night there is a brighter day after that

figuring out

There are most certainly many degrees of an artist. For instance, there is the businesman where you have to promote yourself to the public. There is the philospher who shows the meaning within the art, and last but not least the emotional artist, the one who pushes for more, always critiquing oneself, always happy or either sad. At the same time all these degrees that shape an artist always seem to clash and very difficult to maintain together. in my opinion, I think each degree wants to stay away from one another

bat

I don't want to know what you look like,
I don't want to know if you don't tell me
Tell me something to hear your voice
give me something to feel
sometimes I forget and not think
not going to do the things I am supposed to
I drive and turn right then left and straight
I get bored and want to go home
I sleep alone
I wait for the time to pass
I don't want to know anything in
this age of information
I want to sit in the sun
and smile with the wind
between my teeth
and care less with bukowskis grave
not rhyming with traditional rules
and expensive schools
and friends and money and memories
I I I I I
listening to a cave echo
my talons wont let go
scars that remind me of everything

sleeping early

Lately I have been sleeping and waking up early. I dont like to drink coffee as much or think too much anymore, I grow
tired of a chaotic schedule and look forward to seeking some type of formula for organization.