There was a girl we used to follow in the afternoons. We called her the Ghost of Tomorrow. I say we, speaking of myself because if referring only to myself, I, may sound all, but too strange. I never stalked or did anything treacherously wrong, yet I merely followed in order to see what was going on. This girl was happy and free and did as she liked, but looking closer there was a secret to hide. Peering closer in these afternoons of disclosure she would wander. Aimlessly I follow hoping not to be exposed; she did seem so alone. Small and frail was her frame, yet her adventures were deathly potent. They were as a poison for after my initial observation I was unable to tear myself away. It was as if she were like an empty porcelain statue with a gorgeously painted on smile. However, she was one that had been dropped a billion times shattered to a million tiny pieces some lost forever, yet someone had taken the time and pieced her back together. It was as though through her imperfections she was once again flawless. Every crack she seemed to embrace as beautiful because someone had shown her that the shadows are as important as the light. So, I continue to tread carefully for she is fashioned of porcelain unafraid of a fall. It was only I who noticed her: this Ghost of Tomorrow.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Potent
There was a girl we used to follow in the afternoons. We called her the Ghost of Tomorrow. I say we, speaking of myself because if referring only to myself, I, may sound all, but too strange. I never stalked or did anything treacherously wrong, yet I merely followed in order to see what was going on. This girl was happy and free and did as she liked, but looking closer there was a secret to hide. Peering closer in these afternoons of disclosure she would wander. Aimlessly I follow hoping not to be exposed; she did seem so alone. Small and frail was her frame, yet her adventures were deathly potent. They were as a poison for after my initial observation I was unable to tear myself away. It was as if she were like an empty porcelain statue with a gorgeously painted on smile. However, she was one that had been dropped a billion times shattered to a million tiny pieces some lost forever, yet someone had taken the time and pieced her back together. It was as though through her imperfections she was once again flawless. Every crack she seemed to embrace as beautiful because someone had shown her that the shadows are as important as the light. So, I continue to tread carefully for she is fashioned of porcelain unafraid of a fall. It was only I who noticed her: this Ghost of Tomorrow.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Settling
I often wish I were a bird
People ask if you could be animal
A spirit of nature what would you be
I would be a bird an
Eagle a mighty icon of power
I would fly across the lands
Explore the seas and countries
However, birds.
Consider this in thinking
Why do birds stay put
They have this ability
To escape and go far off into the world
Yet they do not
They settle
Pause
We are as the birds
The ability to escape and explore
It is just beyond our finger tips
but we refuse to take the steps
to stretch everyday
stretching our minds and abilities
expanding our thoughts to worlds beyond
by neglecting these steps we fall just short
of reaching this world just beyond our fingers
all it would take is stretching
we could grasp worlds beyond ourselves
but we are as the birds
trapped in routine
living from habit
rather than intention
stuck right here right now
blind to the abilities we have
abilities to go beyond
settling for comfortable
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