The Scourge

Wandering Content

Sometimes I wish I was a balloon filled with oxygen.

Weightless, yet displaying enough mass to come back down to earth.

Or as loose as loose-leaf.

Waiting to be inscribed with knowledge and to provide healing to a creative individual.

Both of these objects remain empty until you fill it with something.

Something…

This something always has a nemesis and it’s always near the premises.

A pen pops the balloon.

An eraser washes away the lead.

Mysterious motives led me down this path of fulfillment amidst bad examples, but the negative teachings were ample.

Ample.

It was enough to show me that I need to find my other half.

The other nose, mouth, eyes, arms, and legs.

Yet something prevents me from attaining this which Zeus has separated from my flesh.

My soul yearns.

It hungers for more than the mundane meetings of everyday life.

The casual drivel escapes me, in the same manner I plan to escape the stampede of deceit.

I remain looking for the second semi-soul, the other half.

I wonder wandering, leaving the comfort zone, letting the wind carry me to my destination.

I am doing just that.

In fact I am the balloon.

Dictated by the environment, high hopes but not even close to my potential height.

So I now wish to be filled by helium.

Continuously rising until I reach my peak.

The peak arrives.

Something…

Someone.

Someone ample prevents my soul from being trampled.

Elevated Journey

I have prepared for this moment all my life. The time has come for me to spread these wings which will transport me to my destination. I’m unpacking this suitcase which has taken me a year to feel. I have cherished these belongings for a while and yet here I am unpacking this suitcase. Why am I unpacking when it holds all the “necessities” for my to survival? My favorite shirt that hugged my body so well doesn’t compliment my personality the way it used to. The watch that held my wrist every day no longer ticks. Maybe the time has come for me to be able to sustain without such trivial things. But I’m still confused as to whether I will purchase new objects or repair the things that I cherished a short time ago. I never followed trends; I just liked things that impacted my style. I’m pulling one thing after another out of this black and navy blue lined suitcase. And lo and behold, I found my favorite pair of sneakers inside: Faded black, stretched cotton fabric and a very uncomfortable inside. This is one item that I know I must have in my life forever. There is always a way to improve the things damaged over time that you love and a new insoul made it perfect for this long walk and near flight. It exemplified the old moments I hold dear and the  future things that lay before me. I walk proudly towards the future.

emo bullshit that i wrote on word in 5 minutes. instead of phenomenal poem i lost on tumblr

Writing keeps me sane. The way you feel about your loved ones is the same way I feel about the material I write. It soothes me and makes me feel that I am not alone. Even though it is from my own mind, it feels as though the words just flow and form into something that makes me feel loved. I have been abused and witnessed It all my life, and these written words have been the ones that have always supported me. I was typing a great poem for a friend of mine that was going thru hard times. I could not think of what to say to her, I only knew to write about how she felt. The work came directly from my heart and showed how she really felt about the situation. It was turning out to be a great piece of material but I haphazardly deleted it. I don’t know why I was typing it directly onto tumblr anyway. But what is done is done. It hurts to see those words leave, never to be brought together again so easily. It was a jolt to my spirit and I cried, punched things, cursed my stupidity and resented not being able to help. But through me losing that I learned first of all to never write directly on a website.  And that I may not be able to help everyone like I want. It tears me up that I am not able to but the world is not made for one person to solve everybody’s problems. It is unachievable. Its sad how what I write possibly means more to me than people. But there are few who are an exception. Although I do care for everyone, I will not die for them like I would my career and my best friends. In retrospect this seems rather emo. And this is all because I deleted a poem. Judge me all you want. I don’t care about your trivial opinion of my own personality. (I guess this is my version of the famous Kanye West rants)

The New Hymn

I told her if I could change the alphabet I’d put “I” right next to “U”

She told me somebody already did that. But also put the “I” between “H” and “V” 

More than a failed pickup line, its a failed generation

Since we left the plantation, stopped demonstrating, we’ve allowed corruption’s penetration.

Ignorance’s infestation. We once were a proud nation, now we’re a demographic of vagrants. 

In favorance of hell raising, complaining and gestation.

We need saving. 

First it starts with the children.

Build them up, stop degrading.

If their elders don’t believe, don’t expect a bright future.

The kids you teach today will eventually become your tutor. 

Watch them grow to be great leaders, positive influences henceforth.

Then thats less people in the courts, thus hindering the prison’s profit.

Because prison overcrowding is drowning innocent souls and taxpayers pockets

If they weren’t already drained from our local politicians.

Follow your intuition. When their promises don’t come to fruition

Support a different politician to see you to a positive vision.

And when you find that person support him!

Which brings me to my next point. STOP HATING.

There is no need to diss while we live in a dystopia.

You’re just decreasing hope and killing faith’s cornucopia.

Take note of this short note:

Envision, Engage, Enthrall 

Product of Your Envy

It bothers me how there are so many negative or just plain bad attitude individuals in this world. I am a naturally friendly person and seeing someone react like,”who da fxck are u? do i know u?” is Bothering to me. (i dont capitalize hateful speech, i leave it lowercase as a metaphor for keeping it in the background) Why aren’t you conducive to meeting new people, has there been moments in your life that has made you lash towards others. It has. And it is all around us. It is our environment. An environment of little oppurtunity, little love, and absent parents. Products of Our Environment. But this environment can also have adverse effects. I became a respectable person despite my father being abusive to my mother and myself. I’ve thrived through this hatred so much that I learned that negativity will only hold me down. So it bothers me to see people that will forever be in a place that will not help them. Only lead them to hurt others not as strong as I, thus making them another average person. This note may seem scattered and unfocused but I have one message: Being hateful, mean, negative(insert synonym) will not get you anywhere in life. It only shows your loathing for someone being nice or trying to do better in their lives. Love will allow the best people to enter your life. And you will be thankful that you were able to accept it.