As a human race, we all wish for one simple thing: Freedom. The freedom to be, The freedom to love, The freedom to be heard. But, from this wish of freedom, we all become slaves. We are bound by the chains of desire. No one can escape their cold, iron grasp. But, the weight of these metal tendrils can be different for everyone. A child’s chains are light and almost as thin as a thread, But an adult’s chains can weigh heavily upon weary shoulders. We all experience the pain that the chains bring, And we always will until it sets our final breath free.
I've been writing poetry ever since middle school, but I've never really thought about releasing my work to the public until coming to college. Currently, I am studying music as my major and English as my minor.
Listening, to inner voice, peeling off the hurts, hammered memories. You dropp the answer and throw back the question. Something was totally amiss Absence overtakes the presence. The shadow was more frightening. No movement, A lull before a flash, then
Sometimes we are blind, The truth is visible, But we can’t see, We struggle to fight our mentality, Your eyes can see, But your mind is inflexible, Even though, The past is gone, In our mind, it remains fresh, Chaining
Brought over in physical chains, treated like insects. The belief that one’s background, determines who he is and will be. Though times have passed, the chains remain. Not only for those who were brought in it, but all those who
A quest for celestial insanity brings some comfort. Somewhere the script had failed. Only man was not responsible for the exiled sun. No longer the earth obeys the numbers. Wait, my mother I will enter into your bones and increase