Shhh. Just Keep Breathing.

Our Mouths Are Taped Shut.

People being sucked into man made creations
Drifting away from their beginning.
Inward fusion of a nation
Desensitizing is now winning.
A battle rages behind a mask
Destroying ties like old relations.
Not caring is the easiest task
Taught to be the best on a daily basis.

Where has passion gone?
How did the ego win?

It began so softly like moving one square forward with a pawn.
That menacing voice, or was it voices?
Trying to quiet humility and so on.
Making irrational choices.
Watching passion grow dead as if were tree bark
Now that was the hardest part.
Realizing that you had become the voice that was in your head.
Or was the bark there to protect?
Disappearing feelings that you should've listened to instead.

I Forgot.

A Confession.

Oh, I promise I won't forget.

So loaded, the statement seemed to fade.

As soon as it unfolded out of my mouth

I knew that the past couldn't be erased.

Who was I trying to disgrace?

Unwillingly I was disgracing me

I seemed not to care.

Not trying but I was disgracing you too.

Do you remember how I forgot?

You said, " Never take me for granted."

At the time I didn't know what that meant.

I acted like I did, but I didn't.

I said that I'd always be there

Knowing that I couldn't always be.

It seemed to be a forgotten art.

How I felt was all a mask

Covering up the things I was afraid to ask

I told you you were hurting me

That's how I made myself feel

Depression swept over me, over you

I didn't know what else to do

I wanted the fairy tale story

To know what it was like to be free

I kept pretending

A child-like pretending that brings bliss

A dream so beautiful

You couldn't determine if it was actual life

Or a fictional novel that I was living out.

I saw the fake it me, you saw the love

Often I'd see you cry, only to cry with you.

I couldn't utter words to say

Because I was hurting too.

It wasn't anything you did 

It was simple because I forgot.

That I loved you.

Twelve Foot Graves.

Switched Focus.

This contagious feelings sweeps me,

My mind is twisted with a thousand thoughts.

Are these lyricists on a spree

Or am I harboring things that my mental bought?

Choices made by whims

Wrapping reality with a blanket so thin

A hardship placed down by power

That only I could break the endless shower

It keeps raining, sharpening my blades

Tuning my ability that the conscious aides

It's over. I have to prepare for the next

Rollercoaster ride with crashing waves

Forcing me to focus on inner sects

Burying past faults in different twelve foot graves.

Where Drinking Water Becomes Pure.

Life: The Biggest Troll.

Trolling,
Living through experience is the key
I learn from the deepest faults
Raise the spirit to believe
The future holds abundant vaults
Of endless comfort and fortune.

Inner fortune,
The kind that builds humble confidence
Allowing people to see you honestly
As you, not as an alias
Building respect silently
Holding one's peace.

Soulful peace,
Making every breath a blessing
Where drinking water becomes pure
Silence to all that was stressing
Life becomes the ultimate allure.
Yeah, trolling.

I Get Lost.

Often I feel as if I'm not living a life that's full enough. There is always a feeling of emptiness inside of my body, right above my stomach behind my ribs, that feels like someone is standing on me. You know that feeling in your throat you get when it's tough to tell someone you care about something because you fear their disappointment (like there's a rock lodged in there or something)? Well, that's the same sort of feeling I get in my stomach. 

I think to myself, 'How is one suppose to live a life in a manner that is worth of the gift of life itself.' Throughout the day, I get pressured with everything this world has to offer. Signs that tell me to do this, to take that. Pop stars giving me a 'role' to follow and to draw from. Foods to eat that are absolutely terrible for a human being, yet I still choose to eat them-you know what I'm talking about... This world is a tough place.

I am always battling against my pride and my ego. I know it isn't bad to take pride in something that you do. I mean, come on! That's the American way! However, sometimes pride blinds my ability to see things as others see them. Being able to understand that other people are feeling things, and taking in information at the same time I am  is something that I have yet to master. 

I catch myself lost in my own thoughts and desires. When I should be focusing on the present and what is going on around me and how I'm affecting others. Am I helping or hurting my peers? You impact people whether you want to or not. It's all of a matter on  how you impact them. Am I lifting them up or tearing them down? Am I being negative or positve? It's easier to not care- to not pay attention to other peoples feelings. But damn. Are you so much better than them that you have to be self centered 24/7? You're conditioning society's problems instead of trying to solve them. Pay attention people! Close your eyes for once. So you can think about what's going on around you. Shut your mouth.You'll be able to hear things more easily. Are you having troube following what others are trying to say? Then you feel bad because you honestly have no idea what they just said... That's because you're too worried about your own opinion and what you are going to say next. You block yourself from the person you're comunicating with before they finish what they are trying to say. Be open. Be considerate. Be kind. Love everyone, you never know who really needs it.

It's Still Raining.

We snuck our way downstairs. Your family was asleep and you didn't want to wake anyone up. It was 1AM and my parents wanted me home at 11. You knew that. Almost to the door and I ran into the foyer. Damn. That hurt. And it was loud. We could both hardly see. We had just woken up. No lights were on. Being guided by your dimly lit iPhone 4. They just came out. I was still rocking the flip phone. You thought that was cute. Rain patted against your windows, my toe was throbbing. My heart beat somehow worked its way to my toe. Bum-bum... Bum-bum...You asked if I wanted for you to  kiss it. I said yes, but wouldn't let you kiss it. So you kissed my lips instead. I caught myself smiling. That moment lasted a century to me. I didn't want it to stop. Your eyes were sleepy, and your hair was a mess. So was mine. You smelled like my cologne. I liked that. We got to the door. You pressed the garage door button. That machine roared louder than the foyer sliding across the hard wood flooring. Your dogs heard us and began to bark. Shit... You said it was okay. I smiled. You asked me to stay. I couldn't. Your parents wouldn't like that. I wanted to. I had stayed before. Then the sad lip came. You had a way of being so adorable. I kissed your sad lip. Then you kissed me back. You giggled, then jumped onto me almost knocking me down. I wrapped my hands under your smooth legs, holding you against me. Your arms were lightly hanging around my neck. I carried you through the garage and into the rain. It was warm outside. About 80. The rain was cold though. It felt good against my face and arms. You asked me if we were in a dream, I didn't know. You kissed me. You had so much passion. I had never felt that kind of passion. It was beautiful. I embraced it. I loved it. I said I needed to go. You held me tighter. I didn't mind. I walked us back into your garage. We were soaked. How long were we kissing? Time seemed to vanish. I kissed you cheek. You loved it when I did that. You gave me a butterly kiss on my neck with your eye lashes when I hugged you goodbye. I said that I loved you. You said that you loved me more. It was so innocent, your voice. You smiled at me as I walked out of your garage backwards. The whole time our eyes were locked. I almost ran into the small wall in between your garage doors.You laughed at me. I laughed with you. You waved as I faded away into the rain and darkness.

Realize.

I used to care of what people thought, but now I care more. Envy. Covetousness. Self marketing. None of these support the pre. But rather, to care more is to consciously be aware of your impact on others as well as the impact on yourself. Aware of everything. What you are seeing and hearing especially.

What do you see. That's the surface... Now, go deeper. What do you really see? Faces: squinting, head down, smiling, no eye contact, anger? Are you instigating anything to cause a reaction? How are you being reacted to? How are you not being reacted to? Are you helping or hurting? See them, read them.

In some situations, I've seen guys who think they don't have a chance with a girl "She's to pretty." "I'd say something stupid." Come on, you're scared to say something stupid? Talking to her and being regected is way better than not saying anything at all. You gain experience. Now you can cross that broad right off your list. It's a win-win. But come on guys... What's the root. What is the worst thing that this particular girl could say or do that would cause regret of you asking her something. If you are truely scared of what is to come, maybe you need to reassess your worries.

There's so much fear in this world. Too much fear. But it's not the adrenaline-pumping fear. It's a 'scared of what is to come' type of fear. That's the worst kind. The key is to get past that fear. The fear that binds you and holds you back from advancing as a human being. The only thing holding you back is you. You're above that. Realize it.