Over and again, I wish it was different.
I want you to feel better.
You are always curious about where I went,
but the way it was didn’t last forever.
This reoccurring scene is stuck on repeat
and it changed the way I live my life.
This heavy song still plays off-beat
from bright mornings to darker nights.
I truly wish for you to be happy;
I hope you find some peace at last.
I find that my feet are still tapping
to a familiar song from my past.
I’ve been to many places
and nothing seems like home.
I’ve seen old and young faces
Reliving memories as I roam.
The city was great-
as well as its people,
but it’s too late
for the city lost soul.
Spirits became weak
in the city;
We lost our way through the years.
How I feel seems to be fitting
as the truth quickly became my fears.
The city soon fell;
Locals had to move away.
What is left are the stories I tell;
I will find another city someday.
Life has been good! Yesterday was my 23rd birthday (May 28, 2018) and I received the worst sunburn of my life. Ya boi was on a boat. I am at a good point in my life. I have several big events coming up; I have 2 graduations (Mine, at CWU, and the High School Seniors) to attend and many new places to go. I am still writing poetry and doing what I can to stay the person I am. I am still making music as often as I can. 23 and still growing. I have had quite the experience in college and I have loved my first year of teaching. It has been very hard being this young and influential, but I am happy to help the students become better versions of themselves. Going straight from student teaching to a full-time job has been difficult, but the memories I have made has put me in a position where I am always growing. I love my friends, family, and challenges that surround my life. Big things are happening and you bet my dream is manifesting.
Peace and love,
The people have spoken; They’re not pleased –
They feel as if they’re not worthy.
The people are hopeless as their voices cease.
The people who reign are blind to the hurting.
The common person, the 99 percent,
smiles and suffers in strange ways.
High above, from where rain is sent,
an elite person creates the maze.
High on top is a life of comfort,
a place only some can go.
High on top, away from the dirt,
thunder reigns down to and fro’.
Under your reign, you create the poor
that leaves people asking for more.
The road stays long no matter my speed.
Everything goes wrong for those in need.
The road shows no mercy to those hurting;
It doesn't freeze those who are burning.
The road is driven and often abused.
Many drive the road with a life to lose.
The road was made by a fearless soul
crafting diamonds out of coal.
The road to nowhere is always open
And never is the way we are hoping.