Category Archives: Thoughts

My Dreams: Forever Intact, Though I Am Broken

The far-reaching, deep, alluring sea,
Its dazzling, magnificent, blue waves,
The calm, peaceful, pure breeze it lets off.
The ocean appears perfect, genuine, wholesome,
Free of conflict, and free of pain.
Never assume truth in outside appearances.

Underneath, constant chaos proves the falsehood of the sublime,
The truth behind the mask of lies.
Overpowering perplexity, affliction, confusion,
Never-ending belligerent battles unknown to the outside.
Yet still, areas of widespread emptiness, darkness,
Impossible to fill, impossible to illuminate.

The great, immensely populated earth,
Every day stomped upon by shallow, inconsiderate fools,
Destroyed by these self-proclaimed environmentalists.
The grace of the rich, abundant land,
Continually used, abused, tarnished,
Always left ravaged, forever havocked.

Of course, these cheap, disregarding idiots,
All of them, unaware of the mutilation they cause,
Never understanding the devastating impact.
They hear about the destruction of the sky,
But who cares, right?
No direct effect, no reason for concern.

This extraordinary, wondrous, chromatic sky,
Much larger, more awe-inspiring than the sea and earth.
The array of beauty continuing,
Farther than any man can see,
Full of hope, of dreams, of imagination, of passion and love.
There is nothing to hide, there is only truth.

The immeasurable vastness,
Reminding me to forget the cruel selfishness of the world,
To continue on with virtue, charity, compassion,
And to continue to reach, to make my dreams come true.
No matter the pain, the hurt, I continue to look up,
The sky, the motivation, it’s always there.

I am in ruins, though I appear to be stable.
I am continually walked on, hurt, broken down.
But still, I believe, I have faith, I am carried by my dreams.


My Shoes: The Link between My Past, Present & Future

Once
brand new,
ordinary, boring,
not a sign of decay,
no touch of distinction.
Resting, mounted on the wall,
waiting to begin their journey.
Polished white now soiled and dark,
full of doodles – some faded, some new,
all unique expressions of the individual.
Together, we walk straight paved roads,
and climb the steepest mountains.
With every step, we are changing,
constantly growing, evolving.
My shoes are my counterpart,
stumbling when I stumble,
parading when I parade.
We dance, we stagger.
With every new path,
we are reformed, defined.
My shoes are my reflection,
exposing failure and success,
grasping onto my memories,
experiencing my present,
making way for my future.
Forever sharing
my story.

Note: This was my first attempt at a concrete poem a poem that takes the shape of its subject. How did I do?

Update: Poem doesn’t take proper form on mobile. F*ck.


Broken by a Society of Shams

Day in and day out, you conform. You say and do things that people expect. You are predictable, out of fear you will be judged, cast aside.

You think you are unique, but really, you are a sheep, a robot.

You enforce this obedience and these same rules onto your children.

Say this, do that. But, what if that’s not what they want to do?

The most creative geniuses never shine. Their imagination, their desire to learn and create, it dies when they are forced to act normal, to be like the other kids.

Oh, our society takes pride on individualism. But then, someone is an individual, someone dares to ignore a trend, and instead, flaunts their own personal style. They are portrayed the fool, the clown.

I’m not interested in pop culture, or anything that is mainstream. I am interested in the development of me, and my distinct capabilities. I want to express myself. You laugh.

You won’t let me be who I want to be. You won’t let me fly. You never did.  You’ve always held me back, made fun of my ideas. And when you finally gave me the chance to say what I wanted, you stole the mic right back.

You’ve spent your whole life telling yourself you’re special, even though you’ve done nothing authentic. So now you’re afraid of the nonconforming. You refuse to accept anyone who is truly free from conventionality.

And of course, you surround yourself with others just like you, so it is impossible to see the damage you’ve caused. It is impossible for you to see this creative genius is now a mad scientist, emptier than ever before.


Soul Searching

I am a real terror, a nightmare. I feel bad for those who know me personally.

What the fuck is wrong with the ones who actually choose to stick around? They are all messes, too. But, that’s okay.

They feel things intensely; their thoughts are complex. They are all fascinating in their own ways.

I appreciate their neurosis, their attempts at empathy. I am grateful for our extraordinary times together.

I want to be a good friend. They all deserve a good friend.

But yet, I still feel so detached. Something is missing.

My soul craves a mate of identical dimension – on all fronts. Another psyche with the same capacity for thought and knowledge, with the same moral compass and mental derangements.

I have yet to meet my match.

Perhaps soulmates do not exist. Perhaps I should just focus on the friendships I already have.

But again, I am a real terror, a nightmare. For the sake of my sanity, I need to find the mate my soul craves. I need to connect with a psyche of identical dimension.

How else am I to make any sense of my existence? The simplistic explanations won’t cut it.

Why, oh why? Life can be so overwhelming and lonely, when your mind reaches unparalleled depths.