Why is it not that easy?
I cannot live like this.
I cannot live choking on my promises.
All these thoughts corner me, questioning me.
I am unable to run away.
An abundance of fear paralyzes me,
residing inside my mind.
When did I become like this?
The desire to escape only intensifies.
Why don't I change the way I want to change?
If you led me away in front of all my sorrow,
I wonder what I would see.
And what if I could face all those people
whom I ran away from?
What would I say?
I cannot escape these thoughts,
They corner me and lock me up in this rusted
cage, waiting for me to go insane,
because even they know,
I cannot change.
our species fail to advance because our minds were poisoned by greed.
Aspirations for wealth and power lead to a loss of empathy,
a system of class where those on top look down on the "peasantry".
Writing this made me ask, it made me wonder;
is it to late or can we overturn this blunder.
I don't have all the answers but nonetheless I'll write,
For I solemnly believe: words not weapons will win the fight.
Boarders mean nothing they are but imagined lines,
to hell with countries and what nationalism defines.
Do you feel as I feel, a citizen of earth,
why should we care about someones place of birth.
My message is simple not glorious or grand,
divided we fall, together we stand.
Jack Frost is preparing his speech
In his sharp baritone
Of icy points and dusty stars of white
From the northlands comes a hollow roar
Old Man Winter is striding about
Preparing to descend in a week or two
In all his glorious, furious might
In another year
You'll see Autumn at his dapper best
Arrayed in top hat, tails and spats
Till then he's in the Old Dominion
Sipping a mint julep with young Summertime
They discuss the Farmer's Almanac
While playing croquet or pinochle for laughs
Yet none of these compare
To that effervescent princess known as
Adorned in lilacs and cherry blossoms
Eyes that sparkle with morning dew
The forest glades now rendered in
To them she'll bring
Tender buds of kelly green
And the seasons will promenade
In their wondrous, ancient ways
Set in motion by almighty God
To Whom they render praise and laud.
Excuse me, miss, said the woman, would you like save a child from starvation? Just one dollar can safe a life! She handed Amelia a pamphlet with pictures of emaciated African children. Amelias lips grew tight and she put a soft hand to her chest. Nodding her head, she promised to donate some cash on her way out.
God bless you! said the woman.
After only twenty minutes, Amelia finished buying her essentials. Making her way through the entertainment department to the checkout line, she spotted a DVD of a movie that she and her fiancé had wanted to see. It was only ten dollars and she had just enough cash to add it to her basket.
As if by the hand of God,
The tension builds,
As we sit idly by...
Wanting, cheering, screaming
Until that final string snaps.
Left behind are the skins
Of the girl who loved to cry.
Curling and blowing in the wind,
Under the blind lovers watchful eye
Who wanted the girl
Who wanted to die.
Sinking into tea cups from tear ducts,
That love had once inhabited,
Lathering her slick lips,
With what never should have been.
We could have all done something.
They're leaving town.
Else wise they'll drown.
The smooth echo of her voice,
Her pitch and tone aching with his tongue,
Captured in his open hands.
But he can still taste her lips.
Like no other man.