Don’t fight the feeling. Embrace emotions.
Face the pain. Feel the rain. Become
a warrior of life. Tap into your mental.
Life isn’t a rental. You own it. Show
your true colors. Be yourself. Don’t
pretend to be someone else. Help
yourself to this beautiful life. Buy
yourself flowers. Take April showers.
Rid yourself of the masks you wear.
Don’t care what others think. Sink
or swim. The rise and fall. Feel it
all. Don’t run away or escape. You
can be a hero without a cape. Face
your fears and embrace the tears.
Enjoy the struggle. Stand on the rubble.
Oblivion is a place that people
often visit. It’s a big place. You
can’t miss it. It’s a different world
that knows no boundaries. Nothing
exists in oblivion. Those who enter
can become stuck. Oblivion is a
state of mind. It’s more than being
oblivious. Ignorance is bliss. Go
up or down, right or left. Get up
and show the world you’re moving
to the rhythm of your choosing.
To the ones I miss, I hope
you get the gist. I still see
you in the mist. You are
in the shadows, inside my
mind. You are the time
that continues to tick.
You are the remedy that
heals the sick. I am fire
and you are the wick.
I am the tongue and you
the lick. You are the air
that I breathe: life I can’t
see. You are the breeze
that refuses to leave.
To the ones I miss, just
know that our love will
continue to grow. Now,
I feel more than I see
and I appreciate that
the ones I miss will
stay by my side still.
Deep in my mind, memories get stored.
My brain is a steel trap that opens
and closes. It’s impossible not to
remember a burning fire and how
it came from an ember. My mind
is a bank that will never be blank.
Blank checks and recurring thoughts
do not need to be bought. My mind
does not idle. Boredom often rivals
constant brain activity. It’s on file.
Memories deposited take refuge
in the deep depths where thoughts
of life and death intersect. Accounts
of my life stay full as good moments
fill my soul. Overdraft fees bring me
to my knees and memories do as
they please. My memory bank fills
up like a cup that never spills.
Love doesn’t have to die. Don’t let
your light fade. Even if it flickers,
it’s still progress made. Think of
the steps you took. Look around.
Stay strong. Your light will shine,
or at least, glow. Love will grow.
I could be wrong, but who knows?
Allow the fire, from within, to burn
away any hate left on your plate.
Unleash the beast. Remove the leash.
Don’t lose that pep in your step.
Moving forward is your best bet.
Don’t rest until you feel your best.
Stay in the fight. You’re doing great.
Let your light illuminate the sky
before, during, and after the sunrise.