Embrace the Moment

The way out of a confined space is to break all bounds, to see the underling path

told to be ignored, why go that way? Rather than is life is to be ahead of us, and

not how we see it right now. What crap the teachers tell us about life is to come,

who do they think they are filling our mind with? Life's in the future, and think of the future...

I'll tell you about that future, it is something to be planned for, but if life of now is

not lived then there is no future to be heading towards beside a downward spiral

or an endless life of neglecting responsibilities. Mama never said that was bad - or

maybe mama didn't care enough to say come inside from playing and do your homework.

The young wild and free motto lives on in childhood, but that was acceptable, the age

of reason and doing the necessity is what happens now. Ignore the clothes of t-shirt

and cut off jeans that are considered beach and lounge wear when done with school

and entering the real world. Pick up the pencil shirt and blouse to enjoy the day of hours passing

by while working hard to get the deals done and what is asked of your boss. This could

be the life lived when ignoring the crap teaches tell to not challenge you in their classroom

and let you be someone else's problem. They miss out on the chance to be truly happy for

your success, rather than bitter to see the greater outcome from others who pushed you to be better.

Life is not destined to be one way or another, it is about choices that are made. Ignore the

crap and push on. Or absorb all the crap handed to you and become the one looking at the

future, putting off responsibilities, and keep those dirty clothes given to you years ago and lay

starring at the sky in a bliss of thinking tomorrows another day, when it's ten am but

                                                                                                                                      you just woke up.

One World

Comes a point to know all or question it
is what a skeptist would say, falling for the
things that are told rather than finding the
truth on our own. While trusting the words
that are shared from above and seeking what
is left to be answered and finding the answer
is possibly the conservative. While the liberal
with hear the things and question it but secretly
believe it all. Even with each different answer
or statement the people of our time, hear what's
said and think to go about of lives because
the happenings around us are the problems
of the world, that do not matter for us.

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Destiny

A wonderful life together is where we're headed the two
of us so in sync it all makes perfect sense. From the beginning
our charismatic, introverted personalities were pulled out
by the other for the better of each to see the strength

in which they own. A courage they've been told others
see inside of them. The love they share with one another
makes their strength in each other become so blinding of how
perfectly they fit the other. ALmost like a glove that was
in a lost and found and needed by another. Each feels

like the others clique. Being together is something they didn't
fight. Simply waited patiently knowing the other would be there
People tell them how they're 'meant to be' or 'they don't need anyone else'
was this what they saw when looking deep into the others eyes?

Endless opportunities coming their way, possibilities they knew
could be done, is this too much for two who were meant
to be? The world could see all this and this was the path
for them, however she knew the worlds been wrong before.

'Love' Fairy Tale

Moments enter our lives to show us what we believe to be
true, what it leaves out is that life is what we think it to be and
force this outcome. Even with all the warning signs that are so
obvious, that reasons are made to ignore the blatant wrong we're doing.

Every bit of us is saying this is wrong and to run,
but instead we stay and talk or answer the text simply of our
own selfish desire to make it all work out. What is really being worked out?
Something we've made up in our heads, from what's being down on

paper is not what is truly happening. A check list has been made of
what's been shared, an emotional adultery that is worse than anything
physical. Connecting to the heart on all levels that should only be
done in a relationship. However two strangers shared more of themselves

then anyone they've ever cared deeply for, causing a wake of confusion.
Is this love? Or a friendship that will not be matched or continued
when one utters the words they've danced around, neither wanting to
touch upon the subject that they created this unhealthy world

that needed to be broken with a confession which brought around it's end.

Reality

Heart beats reminding me it's there and I do in fact have one,
slowly pacing how each breathe is to be calming with each
beat echoing to my ears to know I am not to be at peace.
What had been spoken between us is written on the walls
surrounding us
                        I love you
                                         they came out so subtle, like a

quiet whisper in the wind. It could have been easily missed
if he was not listening so carefully. I turn to look him in the eyes
to see if he heard them, did those words come out of my mouth
but that is only what I meant to say with having one of those
adorable moments you see of the man and women holding one

another so closely nothing seems as if it could ever come into
the middle. That moment, should be what this was, we should
be gazing into the other eyes with a blissful smile like neither
of us has a care in the world
                                             they were the only ones in the room.

But no we are in his parents basement watching a horrible movie
and sitting like we're in high school holding hands in between us
and are barely looking at each other. Instead of saying, 'I love you'
I tell him how I don't understand him and all those things he's shared
with me I throw them back at him with saying this is not meant to be

there is no chance for us to be anything more because he is not a man.
A man would want to talk to me whenever he could, see me whenever
he could, would not want me to go a day without thinking about him.
While you can last days without talking to me, have me make the plans,
and have me talk about other guys to you. This is not love, this is no

dysfunctionality, it is a passive boy who cannot handle the passionate girl.

Elegy

Four years, that seems about right

a time when life was suppose be set for you.

The leaves begin to change and

with them brought a new you. We did

not know this would be a new you but the nights of running

gave us a feeling it would never end,

was there an ending to this maddness?

Waiting for the leaves to reach its fullest red

with a burning that could not be described but only seen

by the eyes looking deep for a feeling that

can only be felt from somewhere deep in the

belly or gut or whatever it is that is said to be

trusted when we cannot trust our heart and mind.

That voice stays with me saying to run

and I did. What was there to run from or to?

The leaves have fallen loosing the comfort of

beauty with the grayness of snow to be coming

but the snow only lingers in the clouds a little

longer as a tease to not let us have the blissful feeling of peace

to enjoy the perfectness of winter first snow fall.

The weather keeps us in with a daunting thought of

having no escape. I walk past the door where you stay not

knowing if I’m free to leave or I must stay. Hallway

begins to narrow in on me without sensing the trap.

Isn’t that what this gut is for? To warn against

these moments of being told to run or stay.