Posted in May 2012

The Sea.

(crests: by me)

So as you probably have noticed, I have been writing some poetry lately.

I don’t know if it is the change in the weather or my subconscious trying to tell me something, but I have been experiencing strange and intense dreams over the past few weeks. Some I can so vividly remember I jot them down now and again. This is one of them:

I dreamed of a ship with beautiful bounty.
We were on the Dead Sea.

My eyeliner was salt crusted to my lids. You tucked my hair behind my ear and I hated you then.

I looked at you and your arms became the Mast.
I tied the ropes.
I jumped the ship.

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An Ode to Choices

To the dogs (by me)

Today I made a choice.

A choice not to be seen.

Strangers eyes are wearied by complexity.

I will be simple.

I will forage through lands that bear no fruit.

I will crawl on my hands and knees till they are blistered and cracked from the dry heat of the earth.

I will drink when I’m thirsty, eat when I’m hungry, and cry when I’m afraid.

But I will make that choice.

I may walk alone on an unmarked path, buried behind the shadows of a peak.

I may turn my back on you forever.

But I will not be alone. Choices are never made alone.

Choices don’t define us. We define our choices.

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We Fail Everyday.

(road: by me)

Yes, we do.

Words left unspoken, deeds left undone, to-do list’s never finished. We are all failures.

But what if failure is a good thing?

We are all just diluted versions of the people we used to be. Growing up is the death of us. I don’t want to be smeared black ink on white paper. I want to leave a crisp mark on life so sharp that it rips through paper.

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English 247, SDCC, Spring 2013

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