Tag: poems

Dream.

Dream, dream, dream.

Hold onto hope until you burst with it.

Hold on. Hold. On.

There is no path. From here on out, it’s the unknown. It’s your new world.

What’s beyond? Who are you?

It’s September, it’s my birth month, and I like to think that humans celebrate the anniversary of their existence on earth not because being born is a monumental feat but because as humans, we can always rebirth ourselves. If we feel we must be born again, then we will bear it all.

If I can take a breath, then I can lift my head.

If I can lift my head, then I can take a step.

And with that, I walk.

And with that, motion is mine;

No matter the haste, pay it no mind.

A journey is more than just path

So I’ll spend my moments

For the landscape to wander by my side.

But until the sun burns us to dust
We dive into oceans of old
We swim under skies of centuries
Until our home galaxy becomes maelstrom and maker
We light candles and watch fireflies dance
We breathe another day. And burn on

we are still here

It’s very likely that my art will never change anyone.

My writing may never be published. My poems may never be read. My songs may never be sung, my lyrics never hummed on lips other than my own.

Maybe everything I’ll ever create will be forgotten and useless as soon as I’ve birthed it. Because it’s bad or it’s the wrong time or it’s unloved or a million other reasons.

But still, I must. Still, I have to make art. It could be the worst, the most terrible piece of art that the world has ever seen, but I have to. Just like breathing. Some art has to be made so you can consume it and make it part of yourself, and other art has to be made so you can finally rip a part of yourself out.