As I walk down the street, preparing to meet my future.

So I've gotten older. Not much has changed. i've gotten more humble. I've realized I fucked up a lot. Made some mistakes. But I guess that's the difference of me being older: I now know how to become a better person. What it takes to grow. There's more to it than simply living and therefore you grow. It's humility. I have a long way to go, and I will never get there. But am constantly achieving. I request and require patience. I demand respect and love. I'm sensitive and emotional and do not have all the answers. I need attention but don't know how to ask for it. I have a strong opinion but am often afraid of being heard. Today I know that I matter. I believe that I am worthy. But tomorrow, there's a good chance I'll have doubts. Strength in numbers? Strength in admitting. Admitting is acceptance. Acceptance is painful. Poetry is truth. I get timid and afraid when people read my poetry. But I know it usually makes them smile. I am currently walking forward.

God teaches us lessons when we need them the most.

It's like a cloud has floated above me, and time begins to stand still.
I stand from my seat, a frail metal chair with wires for a back rest.
I gaze up towards the dark cloud as it begins to rain.
I find joy in the rain.
And sit back down on my thrown, waiting in the joy.

a love poem.

Roses are, well, roses. And I adore you.

freedom, ruffle, spit n fire.
unbalanced, spun, dance the wire.
chase and catch, movin about.
haste n hustle, shoot the spout.
stock for fortune, pride n lust.
no room the player, careless bust.
time proven, a magicians game.
subconscious intention, continuous fame.

the smell of old cigaret smoke lingers around.
i'm casted out, on full release.
bobbing in the water, the surface is calm and clean.
sitting in an old wooden chair, the arms are covered in maroon velvet. and there's an empty fireplace in the corner.
i sit with my feet up, relaxed yet not reclining.
this was once an important room. i can feel it. it's in the air.
the bobber bobs, tension increased.
distracted by the unseen movement below.
i'm no longer sitting straight up, hunch to my knees, and casual.
there is worry on my brow. but i'm smiling.
sitting back, i slowly sip my whiskey.
everything is going to be okay.