The Girl I Use To Be

For I am the reason of the girl who I use to be
She mastered the maze of others insecurities
I survive wounded to only one boundary
My eyes are outlets of honesty speaking for the depth of me

Regret is valuable as a lesson
My heart and soul form as a equal balance
and live for the challenge of this expectation--
a moment unknown is a experience to grow

Naturally vibrant to engaging energy
My emotions will always be compulsions of the unexpected
My selfishness won't be crowded by what is not deserved
Could I exchange a lie for my reality ?

Limited Minds

Limited minds
Scatter time
Truth they won’t find
Don’t tangle your thoughts into mine
I break puzzles rhyme by rhyme

Deepness isn’t something to create
I’m embracing internal fate
Lost—to impatient to wait
Sadden to life you debate
Now question your judgment and hate

I think too much

I think too much
If not everything would be a mindless guess
Chance on life’s expensive gamble
I never learned how to take less
Just more and more thoughts to ramble

I think too much!
Because who else would?
Who else is going to think of me?
Who else is going to think for me?

I think too much
Because thoughts crowd me until visions are all I see
They hang me occupied
Then drop me into a hurricane to breathe
Leaving me raw—no emotion could hide

I think too much!
Because who else would?
Who else is going to think of me?

Tonight

Tonight
mental rewind
copy the today to bring into tomorrow

unconsciously dream
become conscious of the scheme
For its your futures redeem

Thankful

I'm thankful for you
the beings of habit...
I look at you and your life
and all you take for granted...
I listen to what your speaking
but I comprehend a different way of thinking
I will be the opposite of what you are saying
you will be a vision spotlighted by all my praying..
now feel my smile
as I leave-- our energy all mixed and playing...

Puppet Master

Puppet Master

Lifeless soul still wakes everyday.
The pain of already knowing,
Today waits no different than yesterday,
She only knows one performance:
The performance engraved deep within
Dangling puppet hanging by one last string
Sheltered by hollow layers,
She has never had a chance to be exposed
But yet she knows there is more,
More than what she has performed,
More than what she has received
As he pulls each string,
Her spirit stirs in
The question of her true being,
But he believes,
For he see through what is penciled in
He lifts her with his strength
And he prances her around with his soul.
The audience is filled with laughter
But there is only one--The puppet master.

The Human Masterpiece

life is a puzzle beyond mathematical number
nature is the material and medium
a resource to all living pieces
cut precisely and blended smooth
by power of an ultimate saw
with strength as loud as thunder
and craftsmanship washed and dissolved
like a stormy showering rain

a collage put together by individual abstracts
this existence is formed on personal shape
and colored by belief of presence
the rendering depth is uniquely created
human perception signed and labeled
all people are breathing artist
rationalized through physical senses
surviving on the instinct to stay a live

pulling thoughts and emotions to sensory theories
the mind and soul debate as internal magnets
exploring the outlets of external experience
vision, hearing, smell, taste and touch
is proof for a theoretical solution
we each are specifically jagged
patterned to a secure fit
as we belong puzzled to life--

With a journey of endless possibilities,
Destiny provides a space for every mortal reflection
The soul of our mentality is branded by our birth name
Living to a design of the beings we create
Today comes as a lesson of added yesterdays
How can we educate tomorrow?
Our death will reveal our greatest work as our value of life
will we be speckles or just a speck to the human masterpiece?