Leave Them Be

Live is lived on the edge, the edge of a razor, the edge of the world. Bold and brave at heart, you will live and be rewarded for your bravery. Though many others here tread the same path right now, yours is marked different because of the paths you have taken and the other paths you are taking. Courage is your heart pounding, yet slipping in among the wolves and the lions and slyly stealing their knowledge from under their noses. Hold your head up high, make them turn aside. Meet their eyes and watch them turn away from the fire in yours. They cannot match you, because they are small, and will never know the chalice that you drink from. They tell you the sky is the limit: you know that the stars are your friends. They tell you give it all you have, little imagining that their receptacle is far too small to hold a fraction of what you contain. Spread your wings and leave them behind, these ants, these people who will never know greatness. Each in their own way is precious and unique, but you are cut from a different cloth. To compare between them and yourself is to compare trees and skyscrapers, albeit in a glorious vice versa. They will never know the glories of your imagination, which allows you in turn to wonder at their highly prized mundaneness. Leave them be, for it is not your place to show them theirs. It is your place to glow quietly, a great flame hidden among the ashes and the embers. 

Seasons Pass

Cherry blossoms falling down

Rainclouds look upon the ground

I will stay with you today

Far too soon you’ll go away

Chlorine kisses on my skin

Days like this I never win

All our faults don’t count as sins

Not to kith and not to kin

August Sundays ever sweet

Bringing back my memories

When will you return to me

As I wait so patiently

City glowing far behind

Angels dancing in my mind

Wings of white with starry eyes

They see right through my lies. 

Mental Release

Now the rust is out of the pipes, I'll try to write more. 
(P.S: I've been having trouble with my laptop so I have to use a different computer and it messes with my mind.)

Imagine, all the time. Make it loud, make it real. Turn the volume up and get lost in your sound. Sakura rainclouds, drifting on by. Reality doesn’t stand a chance, and that’s the way it should be. Fingers flowing across bowstrings, book pages, typewriter keys, paper. Write your story and leave it behind. Me comes easier than be, if you know what I mean. Heartbeats haunt you, turning into Heart Beasts that chase down the songs you love. White and black, strict lines and the lines become easier to comprehend when you draw them yourself. Take it away and show what always was underneath your skin. Show the raw talent and the perfected product, show the things you know you can do better at, but don’t know how. Take the people that stay, kiss their cheeks, and let them go. It’s the critics you need to win over. Change isn’t easy, but it needs to happen. Let them go and let then grow. Golden leaves flowing in the green breeze, a zephyr of thought blowing everything else away. Storms roll on and leave memories of their silver linings, echoes of their golden noises. Watch the instruments and fade in, fade out as you dance across the keys, a perfect miniature. Listen to the voices change. Don’t look behind, and don’t get stuck down on earth. Dancing angels across my screen, and I see red through the black, with stars scattering every which way. Windows open, and can’t be seen through. When fresh and new meets old and wise, one will learn and one will break. Surprise, surprise, you will never know which one. Yellow and orange, take it away and leave my mind for a while. All these lines, as if they are drawn across my skin, give me peace, give me rest from my restless thoughts. Now take them, and go, repeat these ideas you don’t understand, because that is how you will realize why they were written.