Like the smallest member of a nest, I am frustrated.
Envious eyes watch the others take flight.
Your time will come, but never change who you are.
Like the longest lasting tree in Fall.
Waiting to loose the last leaves and welcome the cocaine clouds to the ground.
Your time will come, but never change who you are.
Don't even be someone like you, why cheat your soul?
When the people you share your time with don't want the whole truth; the whole you.
Then you're leaving a whole lie.
Holding back is only blocking potential.
Potential for you; to go places, to feel whole.
Potential for others. Be an inspiration.
Show everyone how great it is to be you.
Accepted or not.
Your time will come. You'll love your bones and feel home in your skin.
You might as well get a head start and work up to it.
Don't change for anyone.
Don't deny your spirit.
-B
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
For All My Friends, I appreciate you.
A smooth, cool stone.
Stabilizing, and calming.
I don't know about a God.
But I know that there is a higher power.
This higher power is all around us.
A best friend, a stone.
A strong shoulder to lean on.
A secret keeper,a journal.
In the face of old age.
Their wrinkles are not only theirs, they're yours as well.
The story of your hardships and friendships etched in skin.
The higher power is the nature. The sky and the animals.
My higher power at least.
My best friends. And kind faces.
The things I'm not that make me who I am.
The people that shape me like clay.
My best friends.
-B
Friday, January 11, 2013
Sheep
A wild heart that beats in roller coaster motion to life.
A beast inside rebelling the ebb and flow of society.
Tranquil wars that contradict every corner of a round mind.
Sound words hide the mental cracks.
Cracks showing through to a world of color.
Like portals to something more real than life itself.
And so unrealistic.
Small peep holes to a beautiful madness of complete understanding.
A better place.
Logic never was logical in the long run.
So different that they're all the same.
-B
A beast inside rebelling the ebb and flow of society.
Tranquil wars that contradict every corner of a round mind.
Sound words hide the mental cracks.
Cracks showing through to a world of color.
Like portals to something more real than life itself.
And so unrealistic.
Small peep holes to a beautiful madness of complete understanding.
A better place.
Logic never was logical in the long run.
So different that they're all the same.
-B
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Brain Matter
Soft humming.
The hums tell me to breath and so I do.
What if the hums were gone.
Soft humming, showing me how to walk.
And when the hums stop so do I.
What if the hums never even started.
Soft humming opens my mouth but that is not the sound that comes out.
The hums turn to words at the back of my tongue and roll out.
They tell me what is wrong but they don't know how to translate that feeling into something expressible.
So I'm feeling a feeling I can not name.
Soft hums tell me this is okay, because feelings don't matter much to most people anyways.
The Soft hums and me, we understand.
This is a cruel and mad world with beautiful miracles, but the tragedies out weigh them.
So everyone over looks the wonders.
That me and the soft hums see as we wander.
The hums tell me to breath and so I do.
What if the hums were gone.
Soft humming, showing me how to walk.
And when the hums stop so do I.
What if the hums never even started.
Soft humming opens my mouth but that is not the sound that comes out.
The hums turn to words at the back of my tongue and roll out.
They tell me what is wrong but they don't know how to translate that feeling into something expressible.
So I'm feeling a feeling I can not name.
Soft hums tell me this is okay, because feelings don't matter much to most people anyways.
The Soft hums and me, we understand.
This is a cruel and mad world with beautiful miracles, but the tragedies out weigh them.
So everyone over looks the wonders.
That me and the soft hums see as we wander.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Here we are. In this white month of December. We are getting ready to bring in the new year, with resolutions to make us the best version of ourselves we could possibly be. Maybe we will learn how to spell possibly, because I just used auto-correct on both of those possibly's.... but not that one!
Last month was a month of thanks. I would like to express my gratitude to all I know. You are a blessing or a lesson to me and for that I thank you. This year has been hard, they all are. But that is the beautiful part, without the lows how would we understand the highs? I've been blessed to travel out of the country twice this year. Once to Honduras, and second to Ecuador. I love traveling more than anything and I am so very grateful for a family that supports my wanderlust. Without them I wouldn't be who I am. Through my travels I have realized that I have taken many thing for granted in my life, and they have given me a greater appreciation for my education, my warm home, home cooked meals, and the amazing electronic advancements our world has made. (without those I wouldn't be typing this to you)
The real question is, are you ready? Ready or not, the world could end. Although this is highly unlikely there is still a small possibility. (here I am practicing optimism)
So basically, I saw something I liked today.
The Preacher and the Pusher are both selling a High.
If that was a facebook page, I'd click the "like" button. It's pretty deep when you think about it.
What kind of high are you looking for? I've never experienced either, but I wonder what it would be like to experience both at the same time. One can only wonder.
This post is all really random, and I'm sorry for that. I've been working on some new stuff lately but I've been busy and stressed and everything I've written hasn't connected to me. So I'm not going to post it. If you have any ideas feel free to let me know, it seems as though I have recently lost my muse. I am in search of a new one, so let me know.
Life is good people. Always remember for every person you wish you were, there are two that wish they were you, someone always has it worse than you do. Chin Up buttercup. And much love from me.
-B.
Last month was a month of thanks. I would like to express my gratitude to all I know. You are a blessing or a lesson to me and for that I thank you. This year has been hard, they all are. But that is the beautiful part, without the lows how would we understand the highs? I've been blessed to travel out of the country twice this year. Once to Honduras, and second to Ecuador. I love traveling more than anything and I am so very grateful for a family that supports my wanderlust. Without them I wouldn't be who I am. Through my travels I have realized that I have taken many thing for granted in my life, and they have given me a greater appreciation for my education, my warm home, home cooked meals, and the amazing electronic advancements our world has made. (without those I wouldn't be typing this to you)
The real question is, are you ready? Ready or not, the world could end. Although this is highly unlikely there is still a small possibility. (here I am practicing optimism)
So basically, I saw something I liked today.
The Preacher and the Pusher are both selling a High.
If that was a facebook page, I'd click the "like" button. It's pretty deep when you think about it.
What kind of high are you looking for? I've never experienced either, but I wonder what it would be like to experience both at the same time. One can only wonder.
This post is all really random, and I'm sorry for that. I've been working on some new stuff lately but I've been busy and stressed and everything I've written hasn't connected to me. So I'm not going to post it. If you have any ideas feel free to let me know, it seems as though I have recently lost my muse. I am in search of a new one, so let me know.
Life is good people. Always remember for every person you wish you were, there are two that wish they were you, someone always has it worse than you do. Chin Up buttercup. And much love from me.
-B.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
True.
I want to dissolve. Or I want to disintegrate.
My colors can fade out like the last dramatic scene of a corny movie, while my favorite song rifts softly in the background.
And Morgan Freeman can do a voice over of my last words or something.
My small fame filled flash back before I'm gone, as I turn into the credits that are quickly forgotten.
I want to be the wind. Or I want to be the water.
A blind rage, whispering over the surface of everything. Swallowing it all into my lungs.
All of the earth inside me.
A flowing mass filled with scales and slimes living in something of their own universe.
I can evaporate into the sky and splash back to a completely different continent as the world crys.
To freeze and fall in complex and fascinating grace.
I want to be a tree.
Always strong, rooted deep into a solid foundation.
Always beautiful, always wise. Carefree but not careless. And I would be old enough and I will have seen enough faces of all the creations to understand the difference between the two.
When it comes down to the honest hour, to admit it all and scream the truths you wouldn't even tell yourself, you realize.
You realize, that you want to be anything but you.
And that is a true sadness.
-B
My colors can fade out like the last dramatic scene of a corny movie, while my favorite song rifts softly in the background.
And Morgan Freeman can do a voice over of my last words or something.
My small fame filled flash back before I'm gone, as I turn into the credits that are quickly forgotten.
I want to be the wind. Or I want to be the water.
A blind rage, whispering over the surface of everything. Swallowing it all into my lungs.
All of the earth inside me.
A flowing mass filled with scales and slimes living in something of their own universe.
I can evaporate into the sky and splash back to a completely different continent as the world crys.
To freeze and fall in complex and fascinating grace.
I want to be a tree.
Always strong, rooted deep into a solid foundation.
Always beautiful, always wise. Carefree but not careless. And I would be old enough and I will have seen enough faces of all the creations to understand the difference between the two.
When it comes down to the honest hour, to admit it all and scream the truths you wouldn't even tell yourself, you realize.
You realize, that you want to be anything but you.
And that is a true sadness.
-B
Suffocating
Chances.
The hysterical worries that we often do not invest in.
The shyness brewing deep in each individual, that keeps us from reaching out and claiming these chances.
Pride.
Something that can be so damning.
Getting in the way of chances to be taken.
Pride and chances have a deteriorating relationship.
Pride, a parasite, sucking the life out of our normalcy.
What is "normal"? Who is to define it, when everyone will always be different from another.
Normal doesn't exist.
Chances.
Looking back on my life, I'd like to more remember "Oh wells".
And to more forget the "What if's".
-B
The hysterical worries that we often do not invest in.
The shyness brewing deep in each individual, that keeps us from reaching out and claiming these chances.
Pride.
Something that can be so damning.
Getting in the way of chances to be taken.
Pride and chances have a deteriorating relationship.
Pride, a parasite, sucking the life out of our normalcy.
What is "normal"? Who is to define it, when everyone will always be different from another.
Normal doesn't exist.
Chances.
Looking back on my life, I'd like to more remember "Oh wells".
And to more forget the "What if's".
-B
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