I suppose the worst thing to be
is to be the sum
of someone else’s assumptions,
or at least, I assume
the worst I can be is the sum
of someone’s conclusion.

Never be the beast
that someone else
claims you to be
and before anything else
never be the sum
of someone’s predictions, unless, of course
they predict something
that is better than your predictions
which you have predicted
for yourself.

Verse 1:

Life comes
and I shake my head.

It amazes me.
All of this

Everything from the ground up
or from the grass roots of how we are
or where we come from; all of this
from the floor of our existence
and upwards to the limitless sky –
all of our “everything”
is amazing to me.

Still,
as beautiful as the world may be
and as amazing as the sunsets can appear
I understand.

The summer is gone
and it’s been a minute
since the warmth from the sun
was enough to bronze the skin

I know . . . 
My feelings for the seaside moments
will be with me until the day that I die.
I’m sure.
Of course, I’m sure.

At the same time,
if it were my choice
people like you and I would never die
because the truth is –
I could live forever
wherever the tides come in
and out
and allow me to forget
that you and I were once
forgotten.

Since it is so
that one became two
and two became four, then of course,
I understand the aftermath
of what takes place
when we decide to walk away.

Everyone has a past, you know?
Everyone has a history
and everyone has a story
that sits behind their secrets
or keeps us quiet
even when we scream.

In the beginning
I suppose we all started
with the best of intentions
at least, I can say this is true
in most cases.
Or, so
I hope.

1)

Silly kids . . .

It is really no point in
reviving the arguments
or fighting the fights
just to keep them alive
when essentially
they mean nothing.

Literally . . .
. . . nothing.

One became two
and two became four
and so on
and somehow,
age takes place
and here I am now
much older than I am younger.

One by one,
the world turns around the sun
another time.

Verse 1:

The concept of last night
means everything and anything
to me.
This entails anything that
I can dream about
which means that anything and everything
is within my reach.

But then again
hindsight is always perfect
especially, after the aftermath
unfolds.

Please Note:

This journal will be written more as an artform or in different forms of poetry. Either way, all of my entries will come from my streams of consciousness.
No thoughts to the words.
No acting or pretending.
Just writing.
Just words from the heart.
That’s all.

I feel this; therefore, I’ll write this.
And this is my plan.