Cycles

Cycles

A son asks his mother

Who?

The mother responds

Somebody.

A son asks his mother

What?

The mother responds

Something.

A son asks his mother

Where?

The mother responds

Somewhere.

A son asks his mother

When?

The mother responds

Eventually.

A son asks his mother

Why?

The mother responds

Because.

The son grows up

Has a daughter

And for his princess

He has no answers

Ignorance breeding

Ignorance

Sarcastically, we call

For parental prerequisites

But who would have

The answers?

How far back does it go?

Who first said no to the know?

Who is it we blame?

How long has it been the same?

More questions

With fewer answers

So, in our confusion

Our frustration

Repression and regression

We point our fingers

Direct our rage

In our misguided odyssey

For answers, for clarity

Another generation

Falls to the wayside

So let's stop with the blame

Let's cease with spreading shame

And instead seek our answers

While guided by the right reasons

For the sake of saving the next generation

To break the cycle

Let us progress with a healing intention

Remove blame from our perception

Influence of the Mind

Influence of the Mind

You're shit!
You're fucking shit!
Worthless fucking shit!
Shit!Shit!Shit!

These are the thoughts
That run through
A child's mind
And a child's mind
Is a network of thoughts
Placed there by others

No child is born
With a negative perception
Of themselves
Those thoughts are placed there
By others

Blame the TV
Blame the video games
Blame Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr
But none of this changes
The truth

A child's mind isn't solely open
To a world of negativity
Of deconstruction and pain
A child's mind is completely open

Completely

So where is the light?
Where are the kind words?
Where is the constructive criticism?
Where is the support?

Where is the love?

Pour into these broken children
And nurture their dreams

Forever

Forever

A word
so strong
so intense

A word
of great
potential

This word
my friends
This word

Brings pain
Lifts spirits
Removes hope
Gives faith

This word
has multiple effects
But one
constant

This word
is a promise

A Broken Heart, A Shattered Mind

A Broken Heart, A Shattered Mind
The scars of my heart take their tole
Moan and gash through to my soul

My eyes can find no light
In the shroud of the night

My ears hear no song
They have not worked for oh so long

My nose can smell no flowers
Nor the might and beauty of those April showers

My tongue can taste nothing
Not even the sweetest sweets can end my suffering

My hands can feel no one
How I miss the heat of the sun

You've left me senseless
So terribly hopeless

Temptress

Temptress
Fall to your knees
Beg me please
Fighting your charm
Is what I do best

Take your dance
Take your show
Only you could sink so low

I'm not here for you
I'm here for what's mine
You owe me for two
Two lifeless lifetimes

I suffered and fell
You ignored all I had to tell
So this I have for you
You will suffer through and through

No More

No More
No longer does my heart
Beat for another.
No longer do I share
The joys and sorrows of another.
I love no more.

My tears shower the heavens
And as the angels writhe
In the despair of my tears.
They will feel ashamed
For not guarding my love,
keeping it protected.

When heaven's clouds clear
And I stand tall
I will have my revenge
Only then, shall I fall.

The Balance Between Emotion and Imagination

It's not an original statement, but the fact is that writers are driven, guided, and tempered by their emotions.  It's our thoughts that construct the ideas, yes, but it's our emotions that put the pen to page and bring the literature's statement to life.  Sometimes, however, it's possible and even preferable to have a moment of imagination.  To tap into the well of imagination to try and express emotions that as a writer one has not yet personally experienced is an essential skill to develop.  It takes courage, yes, because we have to be willing to risk showing your misunderstanding of the subject.  It takes humility, because we have to be prepared to face our misunderstandings and listen to constructive feedback from those with a greater understanding of and/or personal experience with the subject.  I am fortunate that while I have dealt with anger, pain, sorrow, I have never been hurt in such a way by a romantic interest that my anger is aimed at them.  Yes, I am grateful to say that I have been spared the kind of betrayal that would turn one's anger against a former love interest.  Therefore, when I look back at the three poems that are soon to be posted ("A Broken Heart, A Shattered Mind," "Temptress," "No More") I realize that at the time I wrote them, I was most definitely using my imagination.  I am especially certain of this because I wrote each of these while still in high school and as some of you may know, my heart was broken only weeks ago.  Furthermore, when the aforementioned heartbreak occurred I was left with no anger or resentment.  In fact, I was left with a deep respect for the person.  So, as much as I wanted to explain an essential part to the writing process, I also wanted to make it very clear that these poems are not aimed at any actual person.  The three poems mentioned in this post are indeed poems of the imagination, an expression through experimentation and analysis of unfamiliar emotions.