Please color outside the lines.
You can go fast or slow.
Please color the sun that shines.
You can paint rivers that flow.
Outside the lines is just fine.
It’s good to go in blind.
Life is messy sometimes.
Sometimes words don’t rhyme.
It has been a wild ride.
Many days have turned night.
This ride is so special.
You really drive every road.
You don’t drive a rental
to haul life’s heavy load.
You decide to not pick a side
and to drive outside the lines.
During the ride, I stay inside
the painted lines of my mind.
I pick up the speed I need
to discover what I seek.
I travel several miles
to find what makes me smile.
At times, I lose all control
of the car that drives my soul.
I find ways to drive straight
into a storm of uncertain fate.
Throughout my ride, I pass signs
that reminds me of travel times.
I know this road can be rough;
I know that I must be tough.
At times, I open windows
to teach others what I know.
Anyone can tell you that
the journey gives what you lack.
This road of dysfunction
is under construction.
Although its destruction,
I still manage to function.
I have all the time and drive
to keep dying dreams alive.
Because I have wrapped up my first chapbook collection, I am starting a new one. Below you will find a link to the first chapbook of the new series. Enjoy!
Without further ado, I present you, A Ride to the Other Side
Physical copies coming soon…
I fell like I was born to ride –
to never hide. I have this feeling
that removes all ceilings.
The sky is the limit and this ride
is not finished. I was born to ride-
to travel with pride – to be outside.
Although bumpy at times,
the rocky road will decompose.
This ride can’t be loathed.
I explore and try to see
more. I plea to be free.
I can’t complain about this;
I endure pain others dismiss.
I was born to ride on any bad day;
I was born to praise the road’s groove.
This worn-down road isn’t for play,
so I ride into the night with nothing
to prove and nothing to lose.
Ocean waves behave irresponsibly, splashing away, Not being afraid of the damage its causing. Big and blue, the waves have lots to say And what’ll you hear might be appalling Not afraid, I confront the superior waves And ask the questions that come to mind: What will happen in the coming days? “Depends on your attitude” The waves replied. Back and forth, waves rolled in and rolled out, Bringing lost items to the people on shore. By the time it was over, I released all doubt And appreciated the waves that much more. I now wait for the waves to come back But all I can see is undisturbed water. Waiting all day until the night turns black To wait more time as days grow harder. “Where did the waves go?” I ask myself As I sit alone on this empty beach. “I have more questions...I need help” I search for answers out of my reach. After days alone, the waves reappear And I listen to the waves as they meet my feet. I slowly walk in the waters I feared As I wave goodbye to the problems I beat.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 