Hit the Note

Melody of thoughts

Started with a prelude in his head

Vocals in his heart

Hit the perfect tone every time

Like a treble to the bass

Or a clef to a staff

High-hats led the way and turned his lyrics into rap

A tap of his foot pulsed a rhythm in the sky

And a whistle from his lips

Made it like an ensemble passing by

Repeated again and again

It held his emotions deep inside

But the snare of the drums

Beat too loud for them to hide

Freedom Ain’t Free

The fight for freedom was not easy. Many lives were given and documents written, but are we truly free?

Maybe the government thinks we are according to their standard, but I believe we are still trapped within ourselves. One misplaced word and you can be thrown into jail with little or no reason.

The freedom of speech and the ability to express yourself is a privilege, but are we as “free” as we think we are.

In the United States there are many different ethnic groups living together and it is pretty amazing to see. But if you look closer, those groups live alongside one another, but many tend to stay with their own race because it’s safe and they feel shielded in their group.

Honestly, I can understand how they feel and that need of comfort, but with the division among people it also bring discrimination and segregation between groups.

There is freedom of religion and speech, but there is limitations, so your freedom comes with a price. If one group tries to mingle with another, it’s hard because they are looked down upon, considered a type of outsider.

It is a beautiful thing to be able to express yourself and be individual, but what good is it if you are still judged by others around you?

Tell me when we are finally free. Not free amongst our own individual groups, but free together as one.

Only for You

A tear from the sky onto the clouds

Not for the world

But only for you

A dance by the moon under the stars

Not for the world

But only for you

A reflection of sun in a sea full of darkness

Not for the world

But only for you

A light up above to help guide the way home

Not for the world

But only for you

A place in the world and meaning to live

Not for the world

But only for me

Dancing in the Dark

“You said forever, right?”

A soft breeze sifted through her silky, blonde hair as she skipped through a field of brightly, blossomed daisies. Her elegant dress swayed behind her following her every jump and twirl. She was hand in hand with the love of her life and grasped his hand tightly because she didn’t want to let go.

All of her life she had been hoping for it all to come together, and at this exact moment and time she had that butterfly feeling she has been longing for.

She made a promise to her love that they would be together forever and now they were alone: together, forever.

After years of searching, the person she fell in love with was right beside her this whole time. When they met, it was love at first sight and it was a day she would never forget.

They were inseparable. Where she went he was there to follow. Not a moment went by without them thinking about each other. Every single night before bed, she reached over and whispered in his ear how important he was to her.

Every single night she would say the same exact thing….

Her flashback dream began to turn into a reality as red and blue entwined off in the distance. Her skip became a walk and she loosened her grip to let her love fall to the floor.

The cop car lights illuminated her face as she sluggishly turned around to face the cop. Eye liner ran down her cheek and her white dress was stained red.

The cop approached and said, “Excuse me, Miss, why are you out here in the dark?”

Her lips moved, but no words came out.

She reached to the ground to pick up her companion and ran toward the cop, inserted her lover into the cop’s side and he fell to the floor.

She stood above him with a smirk.

Galaxies of stars were the only witnesses to what had just happened.

She held up her love up to the moonlight as she stared into his eyes.

They shared the same pair of eyes and also the same silky, blonde hair. She felt along his curves and loved the way he held her. She wiped her hand on her dress and whispered to her newlywed, “You said forever, right?” and smiled.

She lifted her dress off of the ground and skipped off into the night as her dress struggled to keep up behind her.

In My Mind

A tear fell to the floor

Pen in hand

And idea in mind

It did not come out

He tried to jot down words

But could not do so

He wrote

Then erased

And tried to write again

He ran out the room

But still stuck inside

Bars kept him trapped

The same ones in his mind

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I know this is titled In My Mind, but don’t worry these events did not actually happen in my mind! o.O

Luck or Fate?

Millions of people pay money to play the lottery. There is not one person in the world who wouldn’t like to win a few million dollars. What if by some crazy chance you happened to win? Would you justify it by saying you were lucky or was it fate?

Being lucky or unlucky is something you are not born with. It is something that just happens. Sometimes there is no reasoning for things that happen.

People like to use the word fate because it justifies something that happened. It gives a definitive meaning to the question, why?

Many people tend to think that fate is going to lead them on their path of life. Some think that they were born with some sort of purpose or contribution that they are going to make one day. Many people who are religious believe in fate and destiny as well. I am pretty religious myself, and I think that you can have faith, but it’s to hard believe in fate.

Faith is easy to have. Fate, well not so much

Finding a heads up penny on the street is considered good luck, but why? I really don’t understand who came up with this idea. Did some lucky guy find a heads up penny on the ground and this lead to his luck? Maybe, it was lucky for him, but why the heck would it be lucky for me!

The sun will rise tomorrow and life will go on if you have luck, fate, neither or both.

A Flicker in the Night

A lonely light lingers in a room full of darkness

Sparks ignite

She shimmers and glows

She dances and drips down to the floor

A breeze engulfs her

But fights off the urge to stop

She’s the entertainment of the night

The star of the show

Bright as any in the sky,

Glowing for all see

Alone in the world

But her fire inside burns bright

The beat in her heart pulses the room

And eyes follow up and down

Her every twirl

Without her

A world trembles in fear

One blow

She dances no more

A lonely light lingers in a room full of darkness

Not a Word

Wind whistled on by as she strolled down the road

Whispers of wonder wandered around in the autumn air

With a twirl of her hair, eyes turned to take a tour

Men stared memorized at the majestic woman

But dared not to speak

Clouds formed a crowd for a stare

But the sun sought to be first to see

Rays shined through the clouds

And graced upon her golden face

A sparkle in her eye

A wave of her hand

The crowd moved forward

Time was behind and she had people

And places to perceive

A stroll turned to a sprint

They troubled to keep stride

By the end of the road

A timely choice had to be complete

No time to go back

But time to glance down

A smile to the spectators, a sparkle in her eye

She was gone

A Road Already Traveled

Imagine if someone gave you a map of your life with every choice you are going to make with an X at the end. Would you take the map or just throw it away?

Having this map would be pretty helpful. Now you would know  what mistakes your were going to make before you actually made them. If you had a tough decision to make and you ended up making the wrong choice, you could change it because you now know the outcome.

A downside to this idea is that, where is the excitement? Some people live for the unexpected. They like living on the edge and not knowing what lies ahead of them.

I think that knowing your destination takes away from the meaning of life. It takes away from our ability to make choices and chose our own paths. Sure, some would breathe a sigh of relief knowing if their hard work is going to pay off, but not knowing if your going to reach your goal is what keeps us going.

Me personally, I enjoy not knowing the unknown. Waking up and not expecting what may or may not happen that day. I think it all depends on the person that you are. There are some that like taking chances, while there are others who like knowing what is going to happen next. Some skip to the end of a movie just to watch the ending while others enjoy watching the plot and story unfold in front of them.

Here is another tough choice. What if you found out the path you were in was a one that had a nightmare ending. Maybe being in the wrong place at the wrong time and something bad happening to you. This is when knowing the future would be very helpful and may save you from a nightmare ending and turn it into something a lot more rewarding.

No need for a map when you already know your destination!

When that time comes and you find that so-called treasure map with your life planned out, do you dare to look?

I think I would just take that map of my life and put it back in the treasure box that it came in and live life without it.

Always a Step Behind

Rising from bed, the sun gives a morning stretch and blesses the world with her presence. As the day progresses, the sun drifts to the center of the sky and mysterious man sneaks up behind me. Yes, a man follows my every step, move and I have no answer why.

Maybe he admires me? I don’t have an answer. When I run across the street, he follows me and always finds a way to dance around traffic just to stand by my side.

When skies turn gray and the sun goes off to run an errand, the man disappears as well. With no reason or notice, he vanishes. Maybe I have something that he wants. Time to come up with a plan. Since he knows where I am at all times, I will leave a note for him to see in a nearby tree.

A new day turns a page as the sun climbs to the sky once more. Jumping out of bed I hurry to my drawer to find a pen and a pad. Grasping my pen in hand I write…

Dear Mysterious Man,

I don’t know what you want or why you want it. If it’s something I can help you with let me know. I have tried to talk to you, but I get no response. I would appreciate it if you can leave me alone. We can be friends, but I don’t know why you have the need to follow me everywhere I go. Please answer me soon.

Thank you.

Dressed and ready to go, the sun shines through my window to say hello as I say goodbye. I creep to the door to see if anyone is there, only stop signs and a street corner ahead. I look behind me to see if the man is there, but the coast is clear, for now.

Pushing the door open, I quickly turn around, slam it shut and I’m off.

With no time to turn around, I sprint to a tree, slip the note inside and sit down with my back against the towering oak.

Thoughts ran through my head, hoping for a happy ending with the mysterious man. He gets the note, goes away and moves on to the next person to follow. Out of breath and still searching for answers to my questions. I slowly stand up  and tremble as I turn around, but to my surprise he’s not there, only a tree.

Finally, my life can get back to normal.

I start to walking to the park exit and look behind me one last time and there he is. Out of desperation I look up to the sky for help. The sun catches my eye and sends down some rays in response.