discovery

|Substance| - "Step into the Sun" [8/11]

I wanted to inspire others to find their inner peace so writing inspirational pieces became a theme

“Step into the Sun”

Stranded on an island

Disbanded from the group

Forever feeling aloof as I maneuver through life

Not because of the strife endured once before

But rather because life is a closed door

 

My hands wretch as my arms outstretch

For the direction I turn to is askew

Always being reprimanded for getting sticky fingers

But the thought still lingers as to what could have been

 

The rot kills as it disseminates through my mantra

As hills occur and valleys appear

Hills where the challenge isn’t clear

Valleys where the path isn’t near

Only to sear in the baking sun for my immobility

 

But my ability to conquer has been seen

I’ve been doling out accomplishments since fifteen

I’m obscene and careen to my desired route

Always smiling never giving a shout

As I get clout for coloring outside the lines

 

A sense of doubt should not be achieved

Perceive that your actions shouldn’t make you grieve

Because you see people who only have so much time left

Be a champion of your days

Escape the haze

 

Learn that the rays of the sun should kiss your skin

As we should strive to take all of it in

Enjoy the time spent with others

Forsake the bothers present

Don’t resent the fluctuations

Ride them in confidence to a brighter future

|Substance| - "Definition" [3/11]

I didn’t realize it at that point but this was pretext to my isolation. I lost one of my dear friends and the only person I could talk to was myself

Self-involved poetry is by far my least favorite to write but it varies on the scope of the subject.

“Definition”

From dusk til dawn

It seems like nothing is wrong

But the errs on Earth are a song

Sounded daily like a reverberating gong

 

My so called “friends” perpetuating a lifestyle

That doesn’t make me smile

They revile while I go through the trials

And wait for me to return to my old ways

 

But my old ways were me stuck in a haze

As my eyes glazed over and the days got shorter

And I long for more substance

But not the substance of lethargy

 

Can’t you see past the daily regiment?

Of lighting up then coming down

Only to frown when there’s no more to go around

When the sound of the guy ringing brings you glee

 

I hate not being me, but me isn’t what you think, it’s who I am

As I fade into obscurity for not being “me”

And genuine moments are a rarity when I’m your “me”

I’m just begging to know who to be and I seek clarity

Before succumbing to vanity

For existing in the realm of nonconformity

 

Well I’m tired of conforming

Sick of performing

You don’t define me, I define me

Now that I’m free

I can see through the opaqueness that once was

Not chasing a buzz

To finally find out who I once was