The Road to Destiny

In the beginning there was only a dream.
Wrapped in infatuation,
Dripping in sweat,
Yearning for something more.
Something greater.

Every night I scanned the constellations.
Searching for an answer
A way to evolve dream to reality.
Something to satisfy the hunger growing within.

Without warning it was granted,
A solution to my prayers,
But it didn't come without consequences.

Doubts started to come to light,
The inner demons started to whisper their vile song,
Questioning my will to complete my dream,
Turning me against myself.

The arduous journey has come to an end.
I've fought the fight and won.
Dream has been successfully converted to reality,
The hunger temporarily satisfied,
But my work is not done.

Triumph

The Storm has finally lifted,
Leaving a path of destruction in its treacherous wake.
Broken hearts,
Shattered hopes,
and troubled thoughts.
Yet I still stand...

A Dark Moment

Disappointment...
Anger...
Aggravation...
Despair...
Frustraition...
Rage...
Standing alone they are merely words,
But together they are lyrics to the soundtrack of life.
A life that no longer seems to make much sense.
I live in a world where everything is supposedly black and white,
Yet I find myself constantly surrounded by shades of grey.

I spend my days chasing after things I will never catch.
Trying to recapture the moments that made me the way I am,
That molded me into the person I am today.
Daily I find myself searching blindly for an ounce of hope,
Something to let me know that all I've done is not in vain.
Something to set me on my path to build a legacy.
Marking my place in history.
Cementing my status as someone,
But how can one build without the proper foundation?

I had a conversation with the voice of reason,
and that bitch lied to me.
Told me the things I wanted to hear.
Then threw me to the crowd,
Leaving me to suffocate under the weight.

I thought I had things understood,
But maybe I don't.
Maybe this isn't meant to be comprehended.
Maybe this just isn't for me.
I just don't know anymore.

You don't know what it's like.
To be smiling on the outside,
While kicking and screaming on the inside.
How do you feign happiness?
Knowing that everything is crashing around you,
Knowing that whatever you try just is not going to cut it,
Knowing that all you wanted was success,
But fell victim to so much more.

I am lost.
Trapped within the clutches of the reality-tainted fantasies of yesteryear.
Haunted by images thought buried long ago.
I cannot shake them,
They mirror my every move.
Taunting me,
Showing me flashbacks of what once was and the premonitions of what's to come.

Tired

I'm tired of being caring.
It almost always gets mistaken for something it's not,
and I almost always get viewed as something I'm not.
It never fails.
It is what it is,
I am who I am.
If you cannot see that now,
I guess you never will.

I'm tired of being the understanding one.
I only get taken advantage of anyway.
You tell me what you think I want to hear.
Doing your little song and dance,
or whatever it takes.
Then I give in,
and you get your way.
Leaving me to wonder what the hell just happened.

I'm tired of being the "better person"
Just once i would like to stoop to a lower level,
and get down and dirty with the best of the worst.
Just to come out smelling like roses,
but I turn my back and walk away,
And I still get shit on in the end.

I'm tired of being talked about.
Find something better to do with your time.
Be more constructive with your life.
Don't worry about me and what I am doing.
Worry about yourself.
Mind your business.
It can only make you a better person in the long run.

I'm tired of normalcy.
Sometimes I wish I could switch it up.
Do something outside of the box.
Something totally unexpected,
But I can't.
Unseen barriers don't allow me to,
and I am left stuck with the same old routine.

I wish I had the will to fight,
but my will lies dormant,
Somewhere deep within.
Guarded under lock and key,
Bound by exhaustion,
and tormented by false hopes of one day being alive again.

Brown Eyes on a Tuesday Afternoon

Once those eyes were a joy to stare into
Big and beautiful
So full of promise
I could lose myself in them and not even care
But how could something so fascinating belong to someone so vain

Tuesday...
A day that refuses to escape memory
She said so much on that day
Made so many empty promises

She said that she was ready to take that leap of faith
That she was ready to love
And be loved
Her eyes said it all
But her heart had other plans

Her mind games have claimed me as yet another victim
I fell prey
My soul was lead on
By her enchanted words
And her pretty brown eyes on that Tuesday afternoon

Inspiration

When I see you I feel compelled to write most beautiful words.
It's unexplainable.
Feelings erupt from deep within,
and explode through pen to paper.