Growing up in Las Vegas is probably the most difficult thing a teenager can endure. I mean, it is the crime capitol of Americacrime and kids don't exactly mix. The easiest way I can describe it to you is like a glass containing oil and water: the two substances don't go together without mixing them; and I don't intend to become a criminal.
For some reason, you never get used to the blinding glare of the neon signs outside of almost every single building, or the prostitutes walking the streets, not the constant honking of vehicle horns and angry screams of tourists and citizens, or the never ending, earsplitting shrieks of police sirens.
You don't even get used to the gunshots outside your window at night.
You're uneasy when you go out in the day, terrified when you go out at night, andif you're like me, anywayyou often sneak into bars and casinos with your fake I.D.'s and nobody takes a second glance at you. You can do anything you want in Sin City, believe it or
Fragile SoulI feel the forceFragile Soul3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a final course
Of beauty to foresee
It's all the desolation
Hurting my soul you see
There is a fierce determination
In the flame of my fragile soul
That burns so wonderful
ContemplatingI reach for joy,Contemplating3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Finding only unquenched thirst.
I reach for love,
Finding mostly conditions.
I reach for understanding,
Finding a lot of mystery.
I reach for the one that matters,
Treasuring her warmth.
I reach my Creator;
He smiles with open arms.
I try to be happy,
I find I'm still bitter.
I search for solutions,
Finding only problems.
I turn my face from the world;
Foolish as ever, it insists on following me.
I ask for peace,
Expecting not to find it.
Who is it that defeats me more?
I wonder if, perhaps, it is myself.