This is currently a book I am working on, and I decided to give you a sneak peak or example of what can be found in the story

You told me you couldn't understand why I did the things I did. You looked at me like I was a monster, and you told me I was the demon of your dreams. I wish I could say I was hurt, but this would be a lie. In all actuality, I know the truth. You're right.

But regard less of your validity, I knew better than to tell you that your assessment was correct. I feared my humility becoming your leverage, therefore you would receive nothing but pride. After all, it takes one to know one...

The world around me was dark, until the moment it wasn't. Suddenly, I was surrounded by a euphoric scene; a sky of violet, an ocean of turquoise, and a beach of gold. 'Here is my world', I thought. The clouds were pitch black in the violet sky, and when looking into them I could see the abyss that existed deep within my being. This abyss, I created as a hiding place and a place of desolation. Here was my solidarity; the loneliness I hated but was drawn to.

Standing on the shore gold, I reached out and touched the clouds to suddenly feel a deep sense of understanding. This abyss, the abyss I avoided for so long was who I was. It consisted of the unknown fears of myself I could not face. Upon my touch, I entered once again into the darkness I knew so well but feared so much. I was gone.

In the distance I could hear the voice of many calling out to me. Their destination was unknown, but their words were sincere and broken. They were my words. I was broken, and I was beautiful.

An overwhelming pain overcame me in this darkness, but in silence I could not scream nor fight back the built up solidarity. Floating through this dark space, I embraced it and learned more about myself than ever before.

Charles Bukowski once said, "there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day." When I look into the world, that is all I can make out. I see people who hate the other for a happiness attained through the ones they loved. Perhaps they hate that individual because they are not brave enough to express themselves that way? Perhaps they hate the happy couple simply because it is easier for them to loathe the lives others live instead of take a look at their own? It is truly heartbreaking!

But regardless of their hate, I cannot hate them. I feel pity and confusion for their distaste towards me and many other out there. I feel pity because I know them. I can see into their lives, and I see a sadness and loneliness that echoes back at me through hatred and projection. why does it matter to you who I love? why do you hate who I am? Perhaps you can only hate other people because you hate yourself?

Within society is a desire to restrain; to silence, and to ignore. It is heartbreaking, for I see so many crying out to the world for peace, love, and empathy. I see children crying to the system because their parents reject them for simply trying to be forthcoming and expressive. I see couples crying to the world because they are hated upon, hurt, and even killed just because of the way they wish to live their own lives. I can feel myself crying deep down to the globe, begging the world the just listen. Stop restraining us, and jut listen.

The need for humanity to depend off of a leadership role to define right and wrong goes far back in history; in fact it goes beyond what is known! There are many reasons why one creates a deity with set rules. One reason circulates the idea that our psychological evolution has been based around becoming civilized enough to thrive in a group. In order to do so, one must create a set of rules and their opposites to promote that control to maintain a certain societal behavior. Following these set rules, is a deterrent and reward factor. If one disobeys and engages in what is societally considered as wrong a punishment must follow; if one obeys and engages what is considered write within a culture a reward must follow.

Of course, this can just as easily be established through a law. The need for a God also runs deep into the need for a purpose; a reason to live. In a world that is surrounded by su ch significant physical and psychological suffering, a hope and purpose is seen as vital to many. After all, what is the point in residing in such a terrible world if there is no God or reward following this terrible existence? Humanities flaw of overlooking the best beauties in life has resulted in a constant search for something better. This search has likewise resulted in the need for a purpose in a world where humanity is inflicted with self awareness and therefore aware of the brutal suffering that would hold no meaning if not for an esteemed God.

That being said, with the combined need for a God and moral societal control, it has been established through the idea of paradise and great suffering the idea of right and wrong. A founder of religion, and the leaders of that modern version of the religion then have the ability to manipulate morality so to fit their image. This is proven by considering some of the things that were once considered right or wrong in the past and how those beliefs have changed in modern day. Morality itself is subjective to the generation of man, and therefore the definitions of good ad evil held by an esteemed god are defined likewise with a reward and punishment following every action.

Some of us are working,

some of us are lying,

some are failing,

winning,

and trying.

Some of us are living,

and some of us are dying,

some of us are laughing,

some of us are crying.

The idea of everything,

and everything we're doing,

is overlooking what all others are doing.

Until we are the ones working,

crying,

or lying,

then we are doing

while others are overlooking.

I dreamt the other night,

Of a weeping child.

I saw its tears,

And within each teardrop

Was a profound wail,

Hidden and contained in each one.

The child looked up at the stars,

And dreamt of a place so bright,

But fallen and broken,

The child wept knowing it could never return to this place,

That was once its home.

Cries to a parent that would never come,

Echoed in the soul,

Hoping to be heard…

But the child could not wail,

And no one was around to see it cry,

So it looked into the stars,

And cried anyway.

And deep within the Childs heart,

I could see a gash that ran through the love it felt,

My heart broke when I saw

The love that overflowed as it kept beating and pounding,

As it bled out;

And all the while the child looked at the stars,

Crying,

And admiring their beauty,

Still managing a smile amongst its tears,

And as it slowly bled out.

The child grew weaker,

And before the end of the night it collapsed,

And with the last bits of love within it,

And with the child’s last bit of strength,

And its last breathe,

It looked up at the stars saying,

“I know you were supposed to protect me,

And I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,

And although I am fading away,

It’s okay,

Because I still think you’re beautiful,

And I still love you.”

I have been posting poetry that I plan on including in future books. Other writing ideas can also be found at www.elenarojas.com. I also intend on posting group chats and podcasts surrounding poetry and philosophy. If you wish to engage in either or give personal comments or ideas, email me at www.inspirationalcorner302@gmail.com.

The sound of ever note rings a new thought in my mind,

Linking every idea to a place in time,

Every equation instills itself in my growing mind,

Creating a being that is one of a kind.

Words of great and small authors inscribe on my being,

And I speak fondly of places I have been and seen,

For within my ambition any one can find,

I have an enthusiastic, curious, growing mind.

I absorb my surroundings without an end,

I travel trails that fork, twist and bend,

In a race to surpass my own kind,

Through my curious, peculiar, growing mind.

I travel the depths of numbness and emotion,

With the dearest effort and devotion,

I both put my mind into work and go through the motions,

With my constantly growing mind.

Watch as I flourish and fail,

And as a result grow,

Increasing my questions,

And what I know,

As I formulate something great,

Into a one of a kind,

In my odd, ambitious growing mind.

I have been posting poetry that I plan on including in future books. Other writing ideas can also be found at www.elenarojas.com. I also intend on posting group chats and podcasts surrounding poetry and philosophy. If you wish to engage in either or give personal comments or ideas, email me at www.inspirationalcorner302@gmail.com.

To Lose the Sense of Youth,

Is to no longer see the world in vibrancy.

It’s to no longer live in the moment,

And to think about eternity.

It’s to feel a pain that stabs deep down,

And to cry silent internal tears.

It’s to lose the princesses gown and kings crown,

And feel more weight throughout the years.

It’s for a laugh to deepen,

And a smile to change,

And to loose sense of imagination.

It’s to look at the free,

And think their deranged,

Due to the existence of their lively sensations.

To Lose the Sense of youth,

Is to forget the truth,

And to fear new beginnings and final ends.

It’s to see the night sky,

And want to cry,

And to make a career out of playing pretend.

To Lose The Sense of Youth,

Is to use alcohol to soothe,

Every bad memory of what made you lose that sense.

It’s to internally die,

And not know why,

Life must continue or commence.

It’s a tragic thing,

To lose the Sense of Youth,

Because in reality it doesn’t have to happen to us all.

But it is expected,

And never protected,

For it is better that we all fall.

Don’t lose sense of youth,

For this is the truth,

The loss of it is the loss of true peace.

And if it is lost,

Regain what you can of youth,

Or try to in the least.

Remember to smile,

And to take things lightly,

And realize that it’s natural for things to end.

It’ll take a while,

And it may take miles,

But what’s broken can be mended,

To Lose Sense of Youth,

It to forget who you are,

So don’t forget or try to recall.

For it’s better to live life as a youth,

And grasp tight to the truth,

Then to never live life at all.

I have been posting poetry that I plan on including in future books. Other writing ideas can also be found at www.elenarojas.com. I also intend on posting group chats and podcasts surrounding poetry and philosophy. If you wish to engage in either or give personal comments or ideas, email me at www.inspirationalcorner302@gmail.com.

To Lose the Sense of Youth,

Is to no longer see the world in vibrancy.

It’s to no longer live in the moment,

And to think about eternity.

It’s to feel a pain that stabs deep down,

And to cry silent internal tears.

It’s to lose the princesses gown and kings crown,

And feel more weight throughout the years.

It’s for a laugh to deepen,

And a smile to change,

And to loose sense of imagination.

It’s to look at the free,

And think their deranged,

Due to the existence of their lively sensations.

To Lose the Sense of youth,

Is to forget the truth,

And to fear new beginnings and final ends.

It’s to see the night sky,

And want to cry,

And to make a career out of playing pretend.

To Lose The Sense of Youth,

Is to use alcohol to soothe,

Every bad memory of what made you lose that sense.

It’s to internally die,

And not know why,

Life must continue or commence.

It’s a tragic thing,

To lose the Sense of Youth,

Because in reality it doesn’t have to happen to us all.

But it is expected,

And never protected,

For it is better that we all fall.

Don’t lose sense of youth,

For this is the truth,

The loss of it is the loss of true peace.

And if it is lost,

Regain what you can of youth,

Or try to in the least.

Remember to smile,

And to take things lightly,

And realize that it’s natural for things to end.

It’ll take a while,

And it may take miles,

But what’s broken can be mended,

To Lose Sense of Youth,

It to forget who you are,

So don’t forget or try to recall.

For it’s better to live life as a youth,

And grasp tight to the truth,

Then to never live life at all.

I have been posting poetry that I plan on including in future books. Other writing ideas can also be found at www.elenarojas.com. I also intend on posting group chats and podcasts surrounding poetry and philosophy. If you wish to engage in either or give personal comments or ideas, email me at www.inspirationalcorner302@gmail.com.