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.
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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.
Today is the day that I put an end to this.
I am done with the lunatics in my head and done with all else that distracts me from who I am or who I choose to be.
There are nights when I have dreams and I am faced with the younger version of myself.
I see this clearly.
I see the way I was and how I behaved. or I might see a place that I used to go to.
Sometimes I see the places where I used to hide.
And I wonder . . .
I wonder what life might have been if I decided to go on my own instead of trying to be someone else.
And then I wonder about who I am now and who was I meant to be.
Is this it?
When you escape the fact that no one is coming to save your life, and when you realize that your freedom can only be claimed by you, then you have no other choice but to save your own life.
You have to do this without exception.
And, if you are broken, then you are already broken. The only thing you can do is either get back up and start to repair yourself, or remain on the ground, lay still and become dust, or stay broken and be left behind.
The Written Addiction 