Bittersweet
I think the moment
that I would like to repent
is the last hug I had with my
father
Not for the things I said
but for those not said
if I could I would hold him
a moment longer
Our time is so precious,
that we take for granted
the mortality of those we
love and cherish
That a hug from one
who is gone,
That we can no longer talk with
and no longer hear our words
that we love them
To let them know how much
this moment of this one last
hug means, because at that time
we don’t know, don’t know what that last hug means...
at night
pain slips through my veins,
surges through my heart
rests upon my chest,
I gaze at the stars and feel
the emptiness that you left behind
I feel hollow
I feel drained
so pointless it seems
when you're not around,
so meaningless and forced
to smile,
to hope,
to live,
and yet I do,
I smile through my pain
I hope through my worries
and take breaths of life
that make me go on,
I am relentless in staying afloat,
even when I drown in my past
fighting the waves,
uncertain of my future
and fearing the things that make me whole,
that make me human
because the same things that glue me together
are also tearing me apart...
I am here world
look at me,
even though I'm broken
I'm still here...
caring,
loving,
feeling,
I am part of a bigger plan
that I do not comprehend,
slowly filling in the gaps
and always looking for clues
I am here world
still here,
still smiling,
carrying a heart
capable of fitting
all of this hot mess...
I am here world, here I am...
The blue caterpillar
"Who are you" he breathed through hookah smoke, pressed from his blue catarpillar lungs. I wondered. I wondered as the smoke surrounded my person and I became nothing but a cloud. I wondered as I lifted off the ground and I wondered as I awoke the next morning in my bed. Who am I? Who am I?
Well don't you worry my caterpillar man, because I finally found my answer. I am nobody. I am nobody, for when my teacher asked me in first grade what I wanted to be when I grew up, I answered that I did not know. I am nodody, for when I reached highschool and my teachers asked me what university I wanted to go to, I answered that I did not know. I am nobody, for when a boy told me he liked me and asked me why I thought he did, I answered that I did not know. I am nobody, because I do not know. I do know myself and I never did, although I always claimed to. I lived my life following the system and the rules without ever knowing why and when I failed a test in school I cried becuase the other children cried and when I saw a spider running across the floor, I scram because the other children scram. I am shell. I am a vessel. But my shell is empty, my vessel uninhabited and my soul is crumbled up in a corner, like child hiding from the thunder. I am nobody, for I never allowed myself to be somebody. My whole life I have been shy, reserved and proper, never knowing why I did it, or for who. I am nobody but now when my teacher asks me what I want to be when I grow up, I can smile and say "somebody"
Blade-smith in training.
Only in training...
Still ever learning-
Patiently beating,
And shaping.
Young blade-smith glad...
Ready to cater 4 the crowd-
Lessons nearly done,
Then there’ll be none.
Boom...
She uses gun powder-
Clank,
There goes her hammer.
Addin’ her own style...
Places all creations in a pile-
Her final test,
Learn how to also rest.
