Silence

It's all you can sense 

When the world's stench no longer holds power

Light over taken by clouds

Sounds afar no longer relevant 

Nutrients less then stimulating 

Burns unnoticeable  

You smell nothing, see nothing, hear nothing, taste nothing, feel nothing. 

But a there's a echoing light you feel burning inside.

The only similar scent of self. 

I'm trying... 

just a moment

So I'm just gonna rant for a sec...

 
      Time to time things come up. I deal with whatever head on. I don't like debris lingering.  Its funny though, one minute I can say it doesn't really matter. Then on my soul, it weights me down.

"When your soul is uneasy, you try to settle it with little things..."

   Sometimes I sleep late, not wanting to think and analyze anything. Sometimes I cant sleep, emptiness kinda creates an echo. When your soul is uneasy, you try to settle it with little things. I like Reese's, cheesecake, and cake(sweets) in general. Its not funny. I don't know. I find comfort in that. A moment to laugh, to sing, to dance, to dream, to breathe, to try to love... again. Either way, there's work to do, and I don't have time for this.

defeat

As a kid I hated the dark...not knowing what would come out within it...its strange cause now I feel comfort in it. Black is my favorite.

I began in a box, and little by little breaking down walls and discovering, confirming, and reconsidering. Times where I'd isolate, finding comfort in it...knowing only I will know all about me. Times where these walls put strain in my communication...where I felt I couldn't connect...skeptical in so many ways.Times when I'd reach out, knowing I wouldn't get an answer. Times where mirrors had there colorful adjectives... "these nights are haunting me, I don't wanna run..." I just want to leave.

"Splash a little color, give me something to believe" put on a song, and just breathe.

Our spirits feed on our imagination...how quickly in our heads can we feel "defeated" when in reality...nothing is set in stone. One wall down...


Art Credit: by Ketchup Suicide

title it you

I always felt like I was missing something. I can be a little impatient but Id always wondered whats next or how long. As a kid, they tell your age, let you know the life expectancy and expect you to fulfill it with "dignity" and "success". So I always felt the time ticking. Its always up a stream rather with the flow, not in the sense of hardship but understanding.

Some can pick a title and follow it, others search and wonder while many fall into a fix by force. Have you ever thought, whats life as an animal? There purpose and mental anguish figuring it out? Its funny, cause we divide and title everything to the T.They roam here bound by the forces of nature and the hereditary tendency of their ancestors. I could sit here and tell you life means nothing or ask why are we here and go back and forth on religion and society. I'm not. See it how you feel, feel and wonder.


I feel, as if I'm fulfilling temporary fixes. Like the seasons change, or high and low we go...all the way to the end..."Cant let just anybody hold me". I guess I shouldn't say too much, or "they" might send a pretty little rock down my throat.

I just read this and said, "Its like sharing with a wall..." guess its better that way. shh.

Smile

That's not a smile. 

That's you holding it together like a damn ready to flow. 

Your eyes glowing in hope for yesterdays promises. 

Body aching for rest, cause every time you lay your head your mind is always wondering. 

Emotions becoming numb to the world around you, knowing its ever so familiar face.

I said smile, yet you cant wondering how long it would last.

Durand's Song

Its strange, when you ask someone "How are you?" and they respond, "I'm well." What has been written on ones soul, you'll never now.

Everyone has a story. With 7 billion souls roaming this planet, one can only imagine what our neighbors, brothers, and sister go though. Within this diluted society of love and hate, lies and yesterdays thoughts...we continue to grow, continue to thrive.



The first poem "Remix to a lullabi" was read by: Durand Bernarr http://www.youtube.com/Alcoholharmony
The second poem "Durand's Song" was read by: Akeem Rollins

"You are not defined by your past, yet how you proceed."

I proceed to thrive, no matter if I know why I'm here or not.

panic

I wonder if I vacuumed all the air away. What would they do? Staring at each other in fear. Of course they'd run around scrambling. Some would attempt to save them selves, others would try to help the children. Selfish to think some wouldn't give a hand, trying to stay calm for example. In the mist of ciaos you wouldn't think that just maybe, it was only for moment. A moment that came, feared, and went. Only to see, air never left, yet your mind told you other wise.



Your emotions are one thing, your mind is another. Your mind follows the reality it surrounds it self with. Your emotions on the other hand, follows what your mind cant comprehend. Your mind would tell you by analyzing, experience or lack of. Your emotions would guide you with what fulfills your intuition. Not as black and white, but to show you a picture it can compare. Starring around, some at loss of explanation and others gone by panic. Relax. Breath again. There you go. You panicked.