i , yes, i , no not I but i in my life so young , have found
God. No , not God, life. No , not life, light. No , not light , darkness.
Oh, i , yes , i , oh.... i , saw , i...

through the rapidly clearing miso soup of my perspective
it is as if each whirlpool of salty broth , clears to reveal a single piece of seaweed
that splatters on the floor as i drop the bowl
oops
paradigm shift.

And just like that , the afternoon light which was just environmental delight becomes a so , essential detailed
prop to the existential conversations baseline drop

later , after i have pondered what this new fangled spyglass lends to my current present
i pick up a magazine by the name of 'Ok!' ... i read only the images and few words in english
i put it down
i have a headache.

i get up , i feel sick
i read the front 'Super Dad'
so harsh , so much pressure to fit into the narrow channeled idea
somethings got to give , this ain't living it's a waiting room for the already dead
Horoscope tells 'KNOW YOUR FUTURE NOW'

at least that's accurate...
( pun)

Honest to god, I love people. As a teenager, you might catch me saying otherwise in times of frustration or lack of hope for the human race, but in all actuality, I love people. The sheer fact that all of us are immensely different yet so innately similar never ceases to turn my mind upside down and possessing the ability to fall in love with strangers has made me, in turn, fall in love with writing about them.
Walk down the street and find somewhere to sit, now observe. You see an old man pass by, walking his jubilant puppy and almost instantly, your brain is making judgments about him. Maybe his wife passed away and the puppy is his only company and now he is walking her trying to calm her down but it isn't working because she's a puppy, and well, energy is an expanse for them. But wait, now an elderly lady approaches them and kisses the man on the face. Strike one. The dog lifts up a leg and leaves its scent on a tree. Strike two. Now, the dog lays down and is panting like crazy, but from here you can tell that its fur is already graying. Strike three. You thought you knew everything about him, when really, you didn't have a clue.
That's the beauty of mystery - the guessing game and the eventual strike out. You're amazed at the fact that you know so much about humans, and yet, at the same time, so little. All of us are walking contradictions and labyrinths within ourselves. It's a shame, really, how most people don't explore their own personal mazes - but there's one thing all of us do love to do: explore everyone else's.

speakeasied nights haunt us like
the ghosts we conjured through your
old ouija board that we balanced between
the space that separated us and I remember
I thought if we were any closer to one
another I might as well die happy and
you could summon me instead with the
planchette underneath your trembling
fingertips as you cry above your head
begging, begging, begging for me
to "just come back"
and I would try my hardest to come
into contact with your silky smooth flesh
just to see if you would think it were me,
but instead I ended up trembling
underneath your fingertips as you
raised your hand to the heavens as I was
begging, begging, begging for you
to "just relax"

The darkness enfolds me in its holy grasp, as I take in my surroundings,
My life, my home, are gone, like the quick breeze of a day gone by.
And just like that, a snap of the finger, I bring myself to face,
The demon inside of me.

He spoke the words in a slur
As if they came straight from hell
And they seemed so true, so sweet, I could taste it in my mouth.
I felt that I must follow it, and I will realize what life means.
So, I went deeper, and deeper, and deeper, into my soul.
And I found what I was looking for.

I found myself in a room of mirrors.
Some were kind, and others, not so much.
They said to me "Come closer, come closer!"
So I walked into the room,
And dropped. Thousands and thousands of feet,
Into my own living hell.
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Poets Comment: See the point of this is that you can never see the true you, and reach self Actualization, even if you try to conquer the demon inside of you.