when in doubt

in the silence: i am the roll in the thunder,
i shake the deepest core of any existance.
i am power,
solitude never sucumbs me.
i give words of encouragement and have the strength to break them down.
i take pride in my decisions and i cry only at the apropriate moments.
i am beyond life;
because life is limited,
i carry on the heaviness of my ancestors and take control of what is to become.
i am not to be broken,
& even if in pieces, ill tear down the walls of the impossible.
stop me? it isn't probable.

compliance {fiction's outlet}

i can not blame you...you wish to live life, experience what is new, or repeatedly visualize yourself in one situation. am i being too vague? perhaps i am. perhaps i am only concealing layers to secure your emotions. which is more true to you?, the life you live or the one you want to have. or maybe i am completely wrong, maybe its the life you wish you still had. will it be sacrificed or forever be buried deep into your customs. i hate the anger that follows with these thoughts. the insecurities that may proceed and topple over me. will you one day decide it isnt enough? is it starting to feel that way already? are you searching for something special that only stangers can provide. too much has been said, too much done, too much has been experienced and yet these questions still remain and i too remain.

not the same

how do i speak?
how do i get across my differences to the rest of the world?
beautiful garden of secrecy blooming into dark shadows that entrapped my soul
liberation is the cost of many disasters

how is the mirror of my world broken into pieces?
but put together just to look ready for the whole world.
never will ever let go of my pride, but for love ill do it all
the contradictions sweep me away into an abyss

im conflicted, disoriented, not wanting to move in the wrong direction.
why the pull to do so then?
how can i speak
and tell the world i am not the same