The Paradox of Optimization—
Spotting gaps,
forging paths,
Relentless in refinement.
What fuels this fire?
A hunger that's never fed.
Perpetually dissecting—
Self, world, system.
"Must improve,"
......
clouds rain
eyes strain
through liquid lines on window pane
lines arc
mind sparks
seeking secrets in the dark
clock ticks
thoughts flick
philosopher to lunatic
booms crack
......
The Earth is my mother and she is my home
The sky above me, wherever I am.
This is my father, my guidance toward future prosperity
I make my way with honesty, docility and adaptability
I make them my divinity along with life and death
I relinquish all concept of strategy, design, tactics, law and talent
I place principle, benevolence and the grasp of fore-locking opportunity in their stead
......
Let Go of Your Fear
Allow yourself to drop the armor that surrounds you...
Allow yourself to go deep inside to your core...
Let go of your fear...
No one can cause you harm unless you allow them to do so...
You are truly in control of your own life if you simply allow your Higher Power to give you direction...
......
I could tell you that I wanna be a better person,
But honestly I don't care
I could tell you all I'm not a good person,
But I'm sure by now you're all aware
I could tell you where I want to go,
But only after how far I've come,
I could tell you all my future dreams,
But honestly I think that's kinda dumb.
......
I long for a different version of myself.
A me who hasn’t made a mistake,
A me who was a better friend, a better child.
I long for a me who is social,
A me without flaw,
A me without a bad experience
11/20/23
clouds rain
eyes strain
through liquid lines on window pane
lines arc
mind sparks
seeking secrets in the dark
clock ticks
thoughts flick
philosopher to lunatic
booms crack
......
The Paradox of Optimization—
Spotting gaps,
forging paths,
Relentless in refinement.
What fuels this fire?
A hunger that's never fed.
Perpetually dissecting—
Self, world, system.
"Must improve,"
......
I’m tired of putting makeup on
I feel like a chameleon trying to disguise itself in the wild
I try to practice but the mirror doesn’t look the way I want it to
I go to school wearing a mask I made
I’m a duck trying to disguise itself with a group of swans
The feeling of regret when I look in the mirror drowns me when I realize what I done to myself
I can never edit my face the way a plastic surgeon does
When I think about it I know I’ll never be satisfied with
What the mirror shows me
......
watermelon toes
I don’t know how to say no
scalloped shrieks
floating where the wind blows
never mind holding the heaviest load
I’m so magical—I could make you explode
didn’t even give me a chance to say yes
before coming to rest on my sweet head
......