Desert Flower

Red, barren, cracked and dry
Death makes a daily appearance
On scorching waves of desert sky
Life, like water is sparse and shy

Out of the clay one dares take a risk
Through fractured floor a foreigner arrives

The Empty Echo

You gaze into a lifeless thing 

To judge your own complexion 

But don't you know by now? 

A mirror only shows imperfection

You stress about the way you look

'til it becomes an obsession

What's wrong with who you are?
 Self loathing just leads to depression

The tempered glass is filled with flaws 

Concealed from your detection

Why believe what you see? 

The reflection hides your perfection

What Surrounds Us

The universe is immersed in revolution. Not the type of revolution spoken of in history books, although that also might be true. No, the universe is immersed in revolving objects of all forms. Objects with orbits revolving around other objects in orbit. Infinite orbitals.

Our sun is at the pinnacle of the solar system where we exist. All of the planets, including our own, revolve around this celestial star. This star, our sun, also revolves around something greater. On a more local scale, our mother planet, Earth, also has an orbit whereas the moon finds itself in eternal rotation. On a microscopic level, even the atoms that compose us and all things, have orbits their own. Objects with orbits revolving around other objects in orbit... infinite orbitals.

It is not surprising then to realize that we humans are also objects of orbit, with orbits of our own. Each of us have orbitals. We have orbits revolving around us where we store the pieces of ourselves we choose to ignore. We have orbits revolving around us where we store the pieces of ourselves we cannot yet embrace. 

When you put something into one of your orbits, your must understand that it does not leave you; it's still there revolving around you like clockwork. If you put that part of you out there, if you ignore it, it does not go away. It's still a part of you, revolving around until you choose to make peace with it.

It's okay to have orbits, we all do. Just realize that when you have too many pieces of yourself orbiting around, things get a little hazy. Your vision is obscured by a cloud of things you refuse to accept. A cloud of things your refuse to embrace. How can you see clearly through the smog of all the things about yourself you chose to reject? 

When you live in a shroud of orbits, you experience life in a darker hue. 

If you're living inside a dark cloud, understand that it doesn't have to be that way. 

You are the commander that decides which parts of yourself get launched into orbit. 

You are also the one that decides which parts of yourself you're ready to reclaim. 

That's the beauty of it. That's the silver lining. 

You're in control of the revolutions around you. 

You're in control of your own revolution. 

So, what are you waiting for?

Carpe Diem

True Friends

Reflections of happiness, funny comradery.
Friendship built on smiles and jokes.
My true companion, my bosom friend.
 Swearing by the stars that we are separated only by death.

I feel a sharp pain in my side and start to fall downward
I turn to you my ally, my rock, my strength.
You step away. I'm so confused.
I reach out for you, gasping for kindness.
Your numb eyes watch me fall.
Watch me scratch, pull, heave and beg.
You turn away without a second glance.
Leaving me battered, bleeding and raw.
Short breathes are ragged.
I am alone with my untimed heartbeat.
Alone with my scars.
Time passes.
I've stood again. Stronger this time.
Time passes.
There's a resolution in my brow.
New strength and knowledge are here.
And then all at once you are back.
A small, silly thing.
I don't even recognize you at first.
But you haven't changed at all.

Whimsical hair as bright as the sun.
Moon eyes that have never known pain.
You fair weathered friend. You sweet darling scoundrel.
What makes you think I need you again?