Heartache Makes Headlines
Periodically writing random thoughts on a piece of paper is my secret escape.
Left for healing and mending. Right for healing and mending.
Painful, nonetheless. Don't be ashamed.
I am the scrawler of my racing thoughts and cannot seem to scribble out
a delimited shape to catch where I would like my fate to fall.
Sometimes my passion is a brush stroke in the wrong direction.
I wish for everyone to get a tiny piece, but they don't even make it
on the pie chart of priority before the bullies lick their fork
and start hunting for something else.
-Predators
Prey-
Two children rise and smile to greet the sunshine after the rain.
Sweat drips from their pores just the same, but one is from
forced labor of gathering recycled water from the night before
and the other from the luxury of school and play.
Two men leave their wives for the day, but one is
an obsessive business man, wealthy in possessions,
and the other a beggar, wealthy in instincts, surviving on the streets.
I wonder if it would be better if we couldn't see.
Bushes don't weep at the death of fallen leaves at their feet.
Water doesn't change course because of obstacles unforeseen.
Birds never stop singing and migration never ceases
due to overthinking.
When I am alone, I have the freedom to hone the embodiment
of imperfections in my expressions in that I have become both
a stimuli on the inside and the outside.
In those moments I have no influence.
I am everybody and everything I have ever wanted to be.
I do not pretend that I belong anywhere else
except the small space that I am.
All anyone can do is chose the pace and vibrancy.
Being human, it can seem like a long journey.
We make mistakes, we create chaos, things come our way
that we don't understand and we tend to look for a lending hand
to pull us up, but sometimes it isn't enough
and you're left in a white knuckled grip tempted to let go,
hold on tight; it'll be all right.
You see, we are all given the same thing except the ability
of perfect timing to have the life everyone wants to lead.
Love comes in the aftermath of tragedy
and heartache makes headlines after love.
Each cannot be something without the other
because unity is found in progress through suffering.
Human life in it's simplest form
is to simply appreciate human life.
If there ever is an opportunity that arrises
within the small space that you are
It is only you that can choose,
if you wish, to assist a helping hand
in the link to our oneness.
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