Reflecting

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School has ended,
And certain times have long passed us.
A new page is just beginning,
But what happens thus?
College for some, work for others.
We say goodbye to our fathers and mothers.
We stay strong for them.
They were once our rock,
But now we are theirs.
No one gave us a manual for this,
But we will learn as we go.
So much will be missed.
And so much will be gained.
Some will seek fortune, and others fame.
But some will seek happiness,
And that is all that I ask.
Just learn to stay on track.

Watching from the side

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So I see these girls and these guys,
They walk around in circles checking out what things to buy.
But their houses are full and their stomachs are settled.
But the money in their pockets is all but settled.
They walk in their lack of grace,
And I watch because I have to try to understand their place.
Why they do this,
And why they do that.
Why do I need to know?
If only there was an easy answer to that question though.
I connect to mankind like any other girl,
But when I’m faced with this sea I think the world takes a twirl.
And then a drop.
Morals tilt it back into place.
But only for those who have some sort of base.

Baby Geese!

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I tried to pet one but the momma goose hissed at me. Yes, geese hiss. It’s scary. I thought I was going to die. I am a survivor though.

Past People’s Tales

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I had this story to tell.
Of this boy and this girl who were far down the well.
The well of love of course.
It was natural, certainly not be force.
But then I realized that I would be following in Disney’s path,
So I’ll tell you one that ended in wrath.
Not because I want to dampen the aura,
But because there are stories like this among the plethora.
A girl meets a boy,
And she calls it love.
A boy meets a girl,
And he was quick to start it up with a powerful shove.
She labels things too quick,
And he fast forwards with the ease of a click.
It’s sad, but it’s true.
Vice versa, on either side, it could brew.
The well dries up,
Mainly because they both see a half-empty cup.
Maybe one tried too hard,
Or the other watched it shatter into shards.
Each story is different.
But we grow and we learn.
We learn through past hurts,
And we learn to try again, and to plant our little kern.
With the hopes that it will grow and blossom.
Blossom into something far more beautiful.

It’s Called Dreaming

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So there I sat,
Watching time fall out very flat.
I couldn’t connect to the present,
Because I was nowhere to be found.
There was this guy,
Well, he was my…
My, well, I can’t really say.
The dream fast-forwarded to a time long forgotten.
Our beginning was all but begotten.
I say it’s a dream,
Because it felt like nothing more.
But it could be the future,
Maybe I have yet to actually soar.

Time is Before Us Now

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So yesterday has passed us by,
And now I’m in the present.
It’s weird to think that I can build myself up so high,
Only for humility to put my down at the status of that of a peasant.
It’s best to have some humility,
And modesty for sure.
It far exceeds conceited abilities.
But maybe you don’t concur.
In that case, I would suggest you try to set yourselves equal to others.
And obey the commands of your elders such as your mother and brothers.
Humility has taught me how to see things through new lens.
It’s taught me how to write about my past experiences without shame with ink placed on courageous pens.

Insight

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There are daisies in this bunch.
And all of these feelings are just a hunch.
Pink mixes with the blue,
And it’s a color that I never knew.
It’s new to me in so many ways,
And u try and I try,
To follow in its sway.
Some look down at me and ask the heart-clenching question.
Why?
So I sit them down to discuss my confession.
I am but a part of a bigger meaning.
One in which I’m constantly leaning,
Leaning on my sole support.
They stare at me in disbelief.
They try to distort.
I’m basing it all on blind faith, they say.
I am indeed, and I follow my path even if my body is telling me to stray.
My heart is the one that leads me.
And this soul knows what should be.
I am blind in the light,
But my eyes are open to the world’s plight.
It’s spiraling down at a rate I can’t comprehend,
And the signs are everyhwere,
You just need to descend from the pedestal you’ve placed yourself on.
And humble yourself right now and forever beyond.