The entire city was on fire.
Flames engulfed each building
and house. After centuries, people
left behind their homes, their old
lives. Traditions, history, stories
faded. Ashes were the only thing
left after everyone left. Although
the fire destroyed the past, hope
filled the hearts of the refugees.
They knew they had to believe.
The people rebuilt and gathered
a new understanding. They moved
to a new spot, and regained all
that was lost. They knew life had
to go on, and they weren’t wrong.
A beautiful new city rose from
the ground. They passed life’s test
once they put the past to rest.
Would you like to come to my party?
It would be a shame if you didn’t.
When you arrive, you will listen
to sob stories and whining galore.
At this party, you will receive pity.
If that’s what you want, come by.
We will all feel really bad for you.
We will sympathize with all you do.
You don’t want to miss this pity party.
Come! Quick! The complaints are starting.
Off with his head – wait. Forget what I said. I did
not mean to be mean. I’d be out of my mind
to take out someone else’s. I can’t seem to get
outside of my head. Wait. Did I take my meds?
I forgot what I said… Who can I trust when
everyone I know turns to dust? Time to shake
off the rust. With time rushed, I make amends
with the friends inside my head even though
some of them want me dead. At times, I see
colors of green turn red. Is this what Kanye
feels like when he doesn’t act right? Good thing
I don’t know what I don’t know. Yet, I do know
that it will be alright once I enter in battle
and ignite the light revealing a new life.
Just another name:
More of the same.
A life to be lived.
Chances I take.
To be me is to be
Here. Being myself:
Eager to become.
Death to my ego.
And life goes on.
Me? I will, too.
The sound of silence – feelings
of loneliness. The sight of darkness.
The seclusion of time. The power
of stillness – lacking movement.
The memory of day. The joys
of spending the night alone.
The ability to think – to envision
the future. The willingness
to reflect. It must be the end
of the day. The sun has died
to no one’s surprise. The moon
has risen with precision.
With a retired sun, lost souls
have the time of their life
during the dead of the night.