Right Now....

Right now...I'm no better than the people who have fucked me over in life.

I call myself a friend,yet one of the people that I consider one of my closest friends was sick and I didn't even know about it.

Yea...some friend I am..............

I love my friends dearly,I do....

It's just my own insecurities holding me back.

They have so much going on in their lives and I have squat...I really don't want to bore them with the details of my non-existent life.

I barely even know what's going on in their lives anymore.......

They have work...school and other things to tend to....

I have work...and that's about it....

Ok...lesson of the story,I'm just a shitty excuse for a friend.....

The Heart Recognizes Dreams

Ok..let's talk about frightening nights where I amaze myself...lol

If you had a hammer in your hand
you’d hit the nail on the head.
Dreams put imagination into actions.
The real and the unreal are
reflections of one another.
Illusions or certainties. Who is to say,
when we don’t recognize ourselves
within the mirror of the dream.
Yet we think we know the answers
when the experience becomes
too real; then we laugh; or then we cry.
For there the heart opens up like a slit
sack of grain that spills out on the floor;
either way, it spontaneously ignites
like a struck match in the darkness.

Little Girl Lost

She feels disgrace, vulnerability
when she wears her own face,
so she puts a disguise on
to protect herself from harm’s
way within the passing days.

And in that guise she becomes
hypnotized on the path; she is
someone truly unknown
to those she loves and cares
about. She’s safe and very wise.

In the end she becomes unknown
to herself; she’s grown lost
within that maze of disguises
that she has sown into the world
as her own reflection.