I am a tiny insect
Experiencing
Something new
My mindset
Hasn’t yet
Matured
But . . .
My heart is
Full of
Adventure
I am a tiny insect
Trapped
In a shell
Ready to become
Something
Beautiful
Ready to
Get rid of
My insecurities
And yes, I must admit,
This will be a
Beautiful
Transformation
Eroding nature
Staining slippery relentlessness.
Blackening the skies
Filled with intenseness
Drops waltz through the atmosphere.
To erode nature morphing hills into trenches.
Precipitation falls like tears
Disaster summoned.
Sunny days turn into treachery all too sudden
Disowned by beauty that walks the streets
Like a witch betraying her coven.
Clouded vision,
The windows deafened from the screech of sunlight
The oceans drown
Floods carry the lights and wheels.
The drizzles and drops
Smother the rainbows prolonged
Heaven lassos the clouds.
Families hidden in transportation
Shielded by wipers on automobiles
Forecast entwined like products of prophets.
Storms bring desolation
Canary colored coats abandon the traces.
The stream from the abyss above collides with darkness
Contrasting the brightness with rogue enmity.
Crippled minds
Disregard umbrellas.
Devastation perforates the calm of the storm.
The human mentality and mental brain capacity
Breaks at one point.
The breaking point where we snap,
And what happens is like catastrophe,
But what happens at the breaking point is the unseen
Between quotes, rules, and laws
,
What we do, what we say, what we say
.
Something is going to happen and then
SNAP!
If you keep bending something
,
It’s going to start breaking
,
And that’s because we go through a struggle.
A struggle against racial discrimination,
Poverty, abuse, disorder,
To find out which one of us is obsolete.
So let the world be themselves
,
And hide your true breaking point
Because if you don’t,
The world around you will collapse into
Thousands of pieces of what you used to call
A life
.
Don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself,
Because you’re the only defender
,
And you aren’t going to get no help.
When you do hit that breaking point
With your bad man intentions,
Settle down, because
Life is unexpected, and you might just catch the big one.
And just to let you know
That breaking point
Isn’t caused by what’s there
.
It’s caused by what’s missing.
As I type these words,
My smartphone calls me a dumbass,
My cries have risen from felonies past.
I look to you and I’m bombarded with memories.
I’m reminded
Not only of the bad times
But of the ones that bring sweet falsettos and angelic harmonies.
I steal a glance now and then,
Catch you catching my eyes,
Reading the words spilling from my pen.
This isn’t the way things were meant to be.
I know they say everything happens for a reason,
And for every season there’s an end.
But couldn’t we forget the past
And pretend for a second that there was something more to this
Than a neighborly smile,
A hug from a friend.
I hate the feeling of not knowing what comes next.
The priceless times of happy endings have always been what is best.
But, now I think back to the times I’ve been left alone in the rain,
And I can’t help but wonder if I’m setting myself up for pain.