Radiance illuminates all lives, no doubt,

Though some harness that light through a delicate prism.

And when the rainbow that spills

looks tragically beautiful

A mere few grasp the prism far too tightly.

Alas, the finger's grip obstructs the wave

to hide the wave with shadows alike.

Your hold questions even the gleam

of which they accuse you.

Until the ink encompasses your colors,

the beauty of...

The field is empty

No care remains

With only the sound of wind

Carriying the whispers of names

They try to exaggerate the so called crime

Of failing to meet their standards

Disregardding my lack of time

The ball on the grass shifts terribly slow

Legs lack energy, motivation is low.

Yet they chose to blame the ones who are new

And avoid taking the responsibility or blame

For which them, is long o...

The first took place

in a large, open space

Where some kids would jump and yell

While others, find a nice corner to sit and attempt to memorize

the anatomy of a cell.

The second would change

On every alternating day

Either bow a piece

Or try to finish a cross examination with ease

The third, I’ll never forget

For now I can live without regrets

Knowing no Spanish is true

But that’s okay if it was...

**Looking out your window you see droplets. Some big, but most small, inferior. They let the wind push them around and grind them into the pavement as you sit and watch in bed. With every small petal of water,the flooded streets and desperate greenery battle to remain. No longer does the silence of the night remain. Now deluged with sound. Tiny hits turn to loud bashes. Suddenly, it stops. And wai...

Perhaps I wait in the dark while you roam,

You talk and act and sing and lie

While I, well I… I can’t help but stay still

And sit quietly and to the side and sigh

There are differences between us, it should be clear to see

But why judge me when I was once you?

When I was the outgoing friend, who would do everything you now do

And you were me, the silent word who everyone would simply let be

It’...

A smile that blossoms from your heart, and eyes comparable to rain, with hands that are made to help, you’re the kind of indescribable that makes me want to understand you more than anything....

Too bad for the redwood that lies far from its grove

Whose limbs stretch toward the omnipotent sky;

begging dearly and frantically to be relieved of its blight.

No sky succumbs to pleas of the few

Only yielding to the maple forest's cry.

Tall and brute is the crimson bark

Protruding, akin to a trunk among twigs.

And when all imploring fails

That is when the

magnificent, remarkable, beautiful red...

The clouds don’t roam

The sky doesn’t glisten

The birds don’t hum

As now, nobody cares to listen.

But there is a bit of beauty that arrives

From the vacancy

Of our current lives

For now, no clouds cover the sun’s light

With the sky being filled with children’s kites

And the array of birds soar to their new destination

Nothing has changed or been lost

It’s just a shift in interpretation....

I hate the way

I hate you.

In the same way I despise eating

I try to love it so bad

But my patience is fleeting.

For when jealousy kicks in

All my admiration for you

Trickles, streams, then pours away

And once again, I'm demoted to

Number 2....

(This writing consists of a few thoughts I, and I'm sure others, have had in the past and is a bit deeper and darker than others I've written. I'd truly appreciate it if you'd express some of your thoughts on what I've written!)

Why do I write? Is it so I can feel better about my inability to do anything? Or perhaps, it is so I can put my feelings onto a page and call it a day, lett...