ambitions
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Daddy,
Permanent creases make a home beside your eyes
And distract from what was once an icy blue gaze
You promised yourself any wrinkles would be temporary,
But your stress seeps in, a stealthy move,
I'm tired of people being so surprised at my depth of conversation
When it's normal for you to communicate through layers,
digging into the truth becomes basic...
You're having delusions of grandeur.
Your heart is racing fast,
Enebriated. You think you're inspired
But this isn't going to last.
When I think of it, I am amazed,
how easy it is to remain fearful,
to feel undeserving, uneasy, uncomfortable,
of who I am.
Insecurity
slips into my skin like moisture in mist,
Dear Lord,
You put me on this Earth to explore.
Little did you know what must be accounted for.
In the unknown and uncharted spheres of the universe,
Lived a man who cradled our Earth,
Tucked behind his sturdy neck and bulky arms, he immersed,
Truly, in his own worth.
In the dead of night
I looked upon the sky.
The stars shone so bright,
a light I could not deny.
My thoughts drifted
and a realization was born.
My spirit was lifted,
I’m 60% water
Every cell in my body is living
For that intricate H2O
I persevere to stretch
My ambitions
To be boundless
Like the water
That sneaks and slides
Excruciating Love
Never have I encountered such a plight
In which my heart contradicts its morals.
Her skin is dun, while mine is fairly light
You're beautiful.
You're inspiring.
You're flawless.
I wanna be you. I wanna know you. I'm scared to talk to you.
I don't know if you'll talk to me.
You'll never like me.
I'll never be you.
I wear a mask, thick as leather
Beneah the seams fear keeps the mask together
No scars lie behind this invisible shield
A single word is all that's concealed
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams
Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy
Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses
Your fear is soul crushing
I wanna act like you're gonna understand what I'm trying to say and relate
But truth is empathy seems to be dying, wasting, and endangered
We're all facing different demons
No one to go to
I wake up to these four walls each and everyday
My cold room, this broken house, all take it's toll on me
No food to eat, dirty clothes to wear, no money in the bank
It began when a little girl raided through her mother’s old clothing on a rainy, summer afternoon. Boxes and bins began to empty as she set aside only the best and most hopeful of the pieces.
There is always two choices.
Two choices leads you to a sea of infinite decisions.
Succeed or fail.
Just make a choice.
Make your own path.
Ambition.
To strive, to feel completed
Everything that you may have wanted,
Are now the things you may have needed.
But tell me, What is Ambition?
The ability and hunger to go after your dreams.
We plan out lives out in
moments, around people, around
events. When things don't go
accordingly, our worlds fall
apart. And, when I write,
I write about the rubble:
