A visit

I revisited this blog today

After ditching it years ago

I cannot believe I used to write

Such angst-y poetry 

I was at the height of my creativity 

I laugh now at who I used to be 

Appreciate the finer points

And look back on my way to looking forward

Am I?

Are you who you want to be?

What kind of question is that? 

Something I've never thought about. 

I've always known who I've wanted be years from now. 

But I've never asked myself :Am I living the life I want to live? 

Will defiantly pray about this one.

Blog reVIVED

(I abandoned this blog for a little while,but I'm back, with more short poetry. Below is a piece of a song for a story I'm writing)

With a fling of the hand, set the old ablaze

With a nod of the head wash the flames away

With a swing of the legs clear away the ash

With a cross of the arms make new Earth at last.

That's what you do to make new Earth

heard

When I open my mouth to speak

And no words are coming out

I am scolded for my rudeness

Yelled at for my loss of words

When I speak and words come out

But they do not sound like they should

I am stared at, briefly

And then left alone again

When I speak, and I am heard

I think This is what I want

Sometimes, all I want

Is to be listened to...

hazy...

Around

My whole day spins

I'm tired

So leave me alone

And don't talk to me

Those are my thoughts, sometimes

Today, my wish nearly came true on the wrong day

None of the guys talk to me...

At least, the ones I want to talk to

But I tell myself what I told everyone else:

"I don't like anyone. I don't need guy's approval. It's a waste of time"

I've never had so much trouble believing my own words...

footprint

Gunshot in the distance

Some hundred years ago

From whose gun this shot was fired from

No one knows

All I can think about

Are those footprints in the snow

Those crimson

Footprints in the snow

Was so-called freedom worth those bloody footprints in the snow?

Ragged breath by nightfall

Those hundred years ago

Was it the hundredth? Thousandth? Death that year

No one knows

But all can dream of

All I think of

Are those footprints in the snow

Those crimson

Footprints in the snow

Was so-called freedom worth those bloody footprints in the snow?

And as our leaders take their presidential thrones

Affecting how many?

No one knows

Do they they ever think of

Do they even know

Of those

Footprints in the snow

Those crimson

Footprints in the snow

Was so called freedom worth those bloody footprints in the snow?

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TOXIC reVIVED

energy

Sway
From side to side
Hold
Your head up high
You notice I'm energized
And you don't know why
Cuz I
Bounce
Way, way, too high
Sing
And it will reach the sky
You notice I'm energized
And I don't know why
Ever want to
Jump
From side to side
Sing
And touch the sky
It's cuz you feel energized
I hope you know why
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