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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.


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.