As you open your eyes, And letting your fingers roam, Take in a deep breath, It’s time to explode.
The feeling I get when it’s time to get back to writing, I get so excited. It’s been a while since I wrote anything publicly, much less explode all the lovely features WordPress has to offer. As I re-learn my way around the platform, and greet old and new friends, I am excited to see what the future holds and brings.
It’s not much how to say, but how I feel. I bet others feel that amazing feeling of accomplishment to write freely. Currently it’s 12:34pm at night, and I should be sleeping, but all I want to do is just write. My fingers are popping, type type type, in my mind is write write write, the black text is filling up where there is white white white. I am in this zone, that I am fighting for every word and each word must be used to fit an expression, emotion and sentiment, to lastly end with a purpose.
To write is freedom, and with all my might I am bringing forth the best of me.
Question For You.
What’s is something you would like to achieve for yourself in the next 4 months?
Now it’s acceptable to walk in the bank with masks on, Has the world spared me of felonies, The future is going forward, Everything else is passed on, Who lies behind the cloth? Is it you? How long have you wanted to be hiding from the truth? Being able to say empty the register Use to get you in trub, Now people closing accounts for toilet paper, Saying that’s a dub, Miss being in club throwing dollars, Now at home now you got to be a father, Who are you underneath the cloth? Are you hard as you say? Or you are charmin soft? The world change, People change, People go insane, If you can hold a photo of you in your pocket, Could you still see yourself, After the difficulties and pain?
I wrote the poem to enhance it’s changing times. Even though I chose a storyline to go with, the message is the same. Are the different person after things change around you? Were these things you held so dearly? When you look at life now, do you see the picture now more clearly?
I have always seen difficult times, so I had to adopt. But the memories of my past, will not be forgotten. Every moment crafted me into the human standing today, writing poetry and stories to help people open their eyes and minds to think. Be the self you always wanted to be…you are a story in progress, developed over time, until you have said what you wanted to be said, and get everything off your mind.
Leave a comment of a time you really wanted to change, but never had the opportunity and how you felt in those times.