Forced on an island
With no resources
Except my laptop
And the power of my will.
I plan
I learn
I teach
I scream…
I am alone
Despite being connected
Constant Contact
Back and forth
With no resolution.
Deserted, abandoned
My body
My hope
My will to continue this game.
Embrace my absence
As I embark on my own journey
Leaving this island behind
You will never see me again.
Fate took control
A force to be noted
Unfolded from the start
Of an unknown tune-
A pick against taut strings
Rock the house of our future
Transforming into a dance floor,
Den of movement,
For which we travel through
Until the court rules
Whether our lives
Will be forever intertwined.
Let’s reminisce
About the days
When we were old enough
To know better
But young enough
Not to care.
When we spent
Our hard earned money
On temporary satisfaction
Gone as soon
As they’d been obtained.
Liquid courage
To get us through
The days to come-
And the only things
We have to show
For our mistakes
Are the friendships
That made us stronger
And the lessons
We’ll never forget.
You are more
Than the sum
Of your lessons
Since the beginning of your time,
Stepping stones that lead
To potential
Forks, pitfalls, and hills
On this journey of life.
You are more
Than the difference
Of past and future colliding
The Impossible distance
From where you’ve been
And the peaks you’ve conquered
To where you’ll go
Speeding ahead into the unknown.
You are more
Than the quotient
Of your loved ones
Provided by a lottery
Good or bad
And the ones you choose
To reveal yourself to
Based on circumstance.
You are more
Than the product
Of society and individuality,
Pressure and instinct,
Colluding with each other
In public and in private
To create a version of yourself
For your success.
You are more
Than a complex equation
Of contradictories
That takes time and patience
For a solution.
You are more.
You are so much more.
Coming to terms with
How fucked the world is
Assures a trend.
Never give up hope for
Good. It is everywhere-
Everything.
In search of utopia, humanity
Strives for perfection, not harmony.
Feeding egos and wallets is
Only superficial and temporary. We need
Respect for humanity and our home.
The fate of our
Homes lies in the hands of
Everyone.
Be the change your
Eyes desire to see.
Seek greatness for you and your home.
The future is ours to make or break.
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I wonder
What my life would be
Had I never met you.
It would have been bliss
Not to endure
The lie, fights, pain
And ignorance.
But where would I be today
If I hadn’t been
By your side
When no one else was?
Would I know how
To support myself and others?
Would I love to teach growth?
Would I love to heal
Tender wounds with tender words?
Are these traits
Ingrained in me
Or were they gifts from the past?
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Anyone who is looking for help
On their darkest days
Or even in their happiest of times
Does not deserve to suffer.
The act of seeking support
Shows a desire to change
A hunger for growth
A passion to live their lives
In the best way possible.
The pursuit of self enlightenment
Finding one’s purpose
And traveling through the
Hills and valleys of life
With their dignity in tact
Is reached through
Helping others
So they can build their foundation
And support themselves
And helping yourself
Be the best version of you.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the Dad’s out there! This poem was inspired by my dad. He is the most giving person that I know, and has helped more people than I can count. My family continues to inspire me and teach me lessons about life, and I couldn’t have asked for better support.
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I want to tell you
How I’m feeling
But don’t want dependence
To weigh you down.
I want you to see
That I’m hurting.
It should be obvious
Without words.
I want to know
Why nobody is around
When I’m hurting the most
But I don’t want an audience
For my tears.
I want to be heard
But can’t help
Soldiering on in silence.
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She knows me
For she shows me
How I should be
How I could be.
And she’s caught me
And she’s taught me
What I could know
What I should know.
But here I am,
Alone, I am-
So I’ll cry (not for a lover)
For my mother.
A mother who cares a little longer
A father who has grown up stronger
A brother who’s learned right from wrong
A lover with whom I know I belong
All of these added to my life’s shelf
Plus me, so I can be myself.