April 14, 2013
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.
March 5, 2013
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
And tried to write again
He ran out the room
But still stuck inside
Bars kept him trapped
The same ones in his mind
I know this is titled In My Mind, but don’t worry these events did not actually happen in my mind! o.O
March 3, 2013
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.
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.
February 18, 2013
A lonely light lingers in a room full of darkness
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
A world trembles in fear
She dances no more
A lonely light lingers in a room full of darkness
February 5, 2013
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
January 28, 2013
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.
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.
January 16, 2013
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.
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.
December 27, 2012
Wait for it, wait for it… another poem. Don’t get too excited, I know everyone loves my poems. Try and contain yourself for this one. Cue the poetry!
Neither a word nor whisper in the air
A man staggers down the street
Caressing a photograph in his hand
Wind gusts swirl through the tortured town
Toward a new destination
Tall, marvelous buildings now
Undressed with their gowns lying on the floor
Birds creep into cracks
Have no songs left to sing
To get scraps of old remains for their nest
Tears trickle down the man’s face as
His lips draw a blank
Memories flash in his head
The sun a familiar visitor
Rises to watch and spread love to the survivors
But can’t hide the hurt
Onwards to the next town
The wind lifts picks up the photograph
For a roller coaster ride
Circles around and places back on the ground
A school of fish once splashed in the sea
Now stuck to the sand
The man says a final goodbye
As the picture swirls toward the sky
You are probably wondering where is the pretty picture that goes with the poem. Well, I forgot to put one and was going to add one, but then I realized words without a picture really makes you think and paint a picture for yourself!
December 27, 2012
Take away the glimmer, glossy effects and what is left behind?
Now walk down the street, look around and tell me what you see.
Most likely you are going to see a lot of pretty colors and bright lights. Sometimes those colors and lights are there to hide what is underneath.
There are so many things that are covered up from their true natural beauty. We live in a world covered with riddles, but no answers. Sometimes it feels as if the world is a painting with beautiful colors and brushstrokes, but behind it is a blank canvas.
It is so hard to find natural beauty in a person, but it is easy to find in nature. Just look up on a dark night and you will find it. To find beauty in a person is like going through a maze.
Sure the earth shines brighter than any planet in the solar system. Look at the earth from space it is easy to get lost in its exterior beauty. The colors that shine off in the dark sky will leave you in awe.
As you get closer and closer you see the big, white puffy clouds hiding what is underneath.
Under the clouds are groups of people fighting each other to get to the top.
Even people of the same race, color and generation all fighting for a chance to stand tall and look down at everyone else.
It’s a pretty world we live in, but the people on it, not so much. There are a lot of people in the world with good in their heart even though it may not show.
I just hope that one day, the world from a distance will be just as beautiful as the world through a magnified glass.
What if stars never shined?
December 16, 2012
Get ready because I am going to get a little crazy. Here is the debut of a poetry piece I wrote. Actually, some more poems might be on the way so stay tuned. Yes, don’t second guess yourself, the dude did say poetry. Any thoughts, opinions things like that please let me know! It is always awesome to hear what you guys have to say. Without further ado, here it is!
A mirror plays tricks for an eye to see
Is it a woman, girl is this even me
Season change as the earth lies a tilt
Maybe the problem is my feeling of guilt
Hair bright, blonde and curled falls in my face
Once dark, brown and straight, but gone without trace
She stares at me, but I fear to look back
A heart-full of hope has now turned to black
Tick of a clock promises change
But it is an excuse, an object to blame
Maybe she’s lost forced to wander a stray
A hope and a turn and it all goes away