wakedream

ok close your eyes and imagine this:

blue skies, warm sand, lapping waves, ocean breeze, calming sunshine.

now open your eyes and realize:

there are other people in the world and encapsulated life is not reality.

by all means stop and smell a flower

but when you pick up your head watch out for the X1 speeding by.

ya might just get smooshed.

and if it isn't a bus maybe its a bolt

or a break

or a storm.

so then like adults we learn to

suck up the pain and be grateful there are feelings to feel

and the numb gets overwritten

with something other than the me me me.

because it's exhausting how egocentric

how small

how hurtful

how petty

how closed-minded

how blind to the obvious

people can be.

Summer Corpse 3

The most incomprehensible thing about the universe is that he is understandable.

I like chocolate milk, it is very good.

You wanted things back how they were before,

It seems like the nice person always finishes last.

I've always wondered if there is an original evil human.

There was a girl who wanted to be a dancer.

One sad September morning as I saw my mother leaving for work,

I made my first steps down the stairs.

Fifth Avenue subway station, stuck for nearly half hour inside Q train

Even if you know the way, ask one more time.

I want to visit LA but I have no time.

But I wonder why I think about all these things, I just want to dance

Summer Corpse 2

A weary soul must rest, once it has done it's best.

One wall Handball is one of the Sports of the best sports of all most played in New York City .

Thank God I found the good in goodbye

Only if i knew she wasn't gana be here

People started to come out to Byrant park with Vodka to watch 'Hang over'

Nowdays, the weather is crazy. I cannot believe it how the weather is like this!

i wish i was home right now feeling really dizzy and bloated.

Kick can crew, Kick the can crew. Imma do me so what will you do.

i wish i can go to the beach with my friends and family but thank god that the weekend is almost here

Today is the perfect weather to be at the beach, but im stuck in school.

Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight

I hate arguing with her make me angry and sad.

Batman can fly if he is high and superman can be jump.

living earlier makes me more happy

Summer Corpse 1

it's the right now's that count more then the moments for tomorrow is not promise.
And like a rare and precious jewel
Its treasured more each year
and the river floats like a sheet of glass
Like ocean waves your words wash away
As she slowly strolled toward the florescent sun she felt the worries escape.
In each of us , there is beauty, we just need to let it out !!!
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me
At the blossoming age, beauty flows with no fair.
Alone, I wake u and your not here
When you aim to find a purpose then your life becomes worthwhile
Once you enter you will be enlightened by the beauty of my soul.

years: shudders through my soul

no matter what no matter when
i will still be me
at the very least
i can assure
i'll remain myself
no mask
no fluffing
no perfect
no facade.

i will always complete the required, realistic, dead-on gaze at self in mirror.

mirror:
seeing me even when
undefined
seeing me even when
uncertain
of
who
i
want
to
be.

fever pitch
of self doubt
frantic fear
of all things
unknown
and
new.

terrified of diamonds
she craves:
security
warmth
love
security
warmth
love

i want to be myself
and i am:
unfettered
unchained
uncensored
uninterrupted.

deep breaths
gulping air
under
stars we share
with everyone
but claim
for our
own.

i want to be free
i want to be pure
i want to know why
life always feels
three sizes
too
medium
and
not
enough
kick

thick skin
thin socks
pounding heart
red rimmed eyes
bitten cuticles
voice
skipping
beats
as vocal
chords
crack
open.

pangs of pain
hurtful barrage
emotion slamming
my brain
from:
worry
qwerty
dirty
scathing
broken
ragged
heart gone sour
with bile
and veins all
a-twitch
unexpressed strife.

when is it my turn
to set free
let free
my pain
my anger
my story
not someone else's
but my
hurt
my story
my life.

craving simplicity in a world
formerly
made of love
and smiles
gold hearts
that glow
with giddy anticipation
of years to come

years: shudders through my soul

hearing it all
i hear you
clear you
absolve you
know exactly
how to embody
the hurt
the lies
the tears
the lies
the fake
the truth
the hurt of the truth.

it's my time to
release.
i will hurt no longer.
i
will
love.