it's called Passion..

it’s not about the money
nor the recognition
its passion.
Satisfaction; fulfillment.
I just need a chance
To be heard
& further learned
Standing in front of a mirror
Whispering these words
“tell me a story”
Teach me a thing or two
Because nobody knows you
Like you know you
& I want the world to know
What lies beneath
But what’s inside my head
Cannot be read
Therefore, I write
Exploring my struggle
A continuous fight
With what I consider reality
But the resistance says it’s not real
My ideas are a fatality
Disastrous
Broken into pieces
A world of imagination
Only coming together on this paper
My own creation
So I’ll continue to ponder
No thoughts wasted
This is my passion
My only destination.

Untitled 8/22/10

In this world
We’d tell the people we love
Everything there is to know
Even the things that curse us
& in that same bizarre world
The ones we love
Would use those same things
With the intent to hurt us
I’ve given my trust to the predators
Who prey upon my insecurities
Waiting for a moments time
To de-weaponize me
Slithering inside my mind
with a master plan
The hard part is getting there
But once they’re inside
Its almost impossible to differentiate
The victim & the villain.
By the minute becoming harder to separate
& then it breaks
Not something so tangible, like your heart
But your sanity
Something you never protected from the start
& now you’ve become the villain
A monster.
Trying to find your way through & out the dark.

Acceptance.

The aspects of life we sacrifice
for even the smallest hint of happiness
Is sometimes unbelievable
& even more complex
when you’ve never tasted bliss
The thought is inconceivable .
The things we indulge in
for the slightest bit of satisfaction
Are irrational
But unfortunately as common as a natural reaction
The price we pay
for just a moments pleasure
a cost more expensive than the riches we kill
& sell our souls for; life’s treasure
The idea of contentment differs with one’s own perspective
Existing in a world that’s become purely reflective
Always looking back
Remembering every time your own satisfaction was neglected
Life wasn’t what you expected…
Living in the present day. Exhausted
One step from giving up
& everything coming your way
You accept it
But this is your own content
How could you regret it?