Saturday, March 7, 2009

Middle of the Room

They can't push you in a corner.
...We gotta stand in the middle of the room.
Clear our heads of nonsense to peace.
Protecting our bodies with arms spread.
Ready to bear fruits or fight full fledged.
Feet planted firmly. Winds will only sway us but will never knock us down.
And if they do. Remember where you stand.
In the middle of the room.

Road Night Lights

Darkness can fall in a matter of seconds.
Yet the moon and the stars will remind us there is still light.
And though far it may be, the sunrise brings new possibilities...
It's a long road if you bring on the bear necessitites... Extra baggage only distracts us and leads to more stops.
No matter who you are knowing how your own car works is invalueable and dependent on how driven we are to educate ourselves.
The destination is only a blessing. Whereas unwrapping the road is a present in itself and inspires us to make what's ahead come even more alive.
Even if I see nothing. I am alive.
Only in the darkness do the stars come alive.

About Woe

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Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.