I’ve found that the fluidity of my thoughts becomes much more apparent when I attempt to communicate through writing. My superb handwriting is certainly an influential factor which beckons me to venture on into the disparate world of ink and paper, but the most rewarding consequent of writing may be the awe with which I am struck when my words transform my innermost emotions and sensations into tangible and revisit-able memories. At this moment, I can resurrect a myriad of occurrences that I would much rather obliterate from past, present and future existence, but these are not the moments I write of. Sweet, teenage innocence and curiosity litter the lines of copious spiral notebooks. First encounters with passion are stored between two hard covers. My past delineates itself through theses meager epitaphs and struggles to remain in a near-sighted world. I write to reflect and resurrect, to allow my thoughts to immortalize and engrain themselves into the constantly moving trail of space and time.
Letting go of something you love is akin to becoming a spectator of your own body and soul. The inexplicable void that becomes permanent is destructive at its best; the absence of passion leads to a passionate disarray of all order in life. Allowing oneself to delve wholly into an idea or practice opens the door for creative expression and the positive release of energy. Search for self-discovery.
With open eyes I explore the world
Stumbling upon unseen colors and uncovering hidden emotions
But after I laid my eyes on the everflowing stream of blood
I wanted to close my eyes forever
This dismal mess of conformity leaves me sickened. Choose a stance and defend it. If it is not a reality, then aim to make it one. Revolutions do not rise in a sleeping town. Wake your minds and open the dusty shutters of your eyes. You are the beating heart of the revolutionary forces. The battle for amelioration cannot be born without a patron of the cause. Seek out a desire with all your might and continue with an unruly, raw force of pure determination. Be the change that you want to see in the world.
Alone, but so content
WIth this abrasive solitary mess
Demanding a warmth
A provision of a lover
But realizing that a fire
Burns constant as a fever
Kindled by the solo winds
Of the breath of the life
Built upon a deserted island
Fed by the salty crescendos
Of a quiet tide
One set of footprints
Embarks on a search for
A fuel to the flame
Content with adventure
But slowly sinking into the depths
Of the sands of loneliness
Open your eyes to the tomfoolery which the world has succumbed to. You are now cognizant of the uselessness of entertainment which the human race has resorted to. The human mind is capable of creation, and, ultimately, destruction. One can control the productivity of his or her own mind, but should expect errors due to human imperfection. Instantaneously, we may be oblivious to what havoc we wreak, but are enlightened as we scrutinize our own actions and become responsible for our rationalizations. Use your mind to create, to build upon what has already been created. Employ the figurative strength that you have been donned and exploit all that the mind has to offer. After all that has become, do not fail to remember that your mind, in all its complexity and potential, was bestowed upon you. Your mind was not created by you.
The walls surrounding me crumble and slide, but my feet stand on a platform of longevity. Lights dim at a pace which can make a man of patience begin to tap his feet. Misery awaits me within myself, but I must escape this body I have trapped my soul in. They told me that I was bound for darkness; they reminded me of my past. I battled the demons within me, waiting for my saving grace. I fought until my eyes were lifeless. Free, I said to myself, Repeat after me. As I looked into my own eyes, I stole a glance at misery, and she nodded at me in defeat. I am new. Misery cannot defeat me.
I am flying, in a way that is new
New to my soul but not to the sun
I soar past tribulation
I glide over moments of ecstasy
But though I am above the ground,
I take a breath of air from the world beneath my feet
The world that can no longer contain my entity
One which cannot repress my lust for discovery
Some sort of fire, you kindled within my heart. A burning desire to feel, to be loved, replaced the numbness of a steady flow of blood. For the first time, I desire. My soul longs for sustenance. A part of me longs to hold you, another part wants nothing more than to be held by you. Yet, my mind warns me not to trust you. Do I please my body and heart or do I satiate the mind? By what means will I truly be content? We, humans, are constantly uncertain. The mind is capable of producing a thousand faults whilst the body expresses its untamed cravings. Already, I have written have a page and wasted precious sleeping time dwelling upon the complexity your being has endowed upon me. Just your mere existence and presence in my life has been a strange concoction of emotion. To be quite blatant, I want you so bad. Is that my mind or my heart speaking? I know it must be the truth when my mind and heart convey the same message.
Unidentifiable scents linger around the bowls of cuisine as
The enigmatic identity possessed poses as a barrier in self-realization
Salty dried fish beside french-fried potatoes
A paradoxical existence in itself
Eyes burn holes into my flesh
As the two cultures watch me make my decision
My hand extends towards the orient, earning a glare from the west
I shift towards the west and feel a war begin to erupt in the Pacific islands
Wincing, I greedily take part in both dishes
Slovenly indulgence in bicultural immersion receives approval from all
Aiming to please, an award having yet to be claimed
Where will I encounter my self?
With whom will I identify?
Is this world a melting pot, or a great tossed salad?
Assimilation an impossibility, assumption a necessity