Fire

When I was but a child, I could see things that weren't happening in front of me. Sometimes they would be short other times longer and I was always told that it wasn't really happening, that it was all in my head that it was just my imagination. And for a very long time I believed them.
I started pushing the images I was seeing in my head out. But I couldn't shake it off that it was all real.
Years have now gone by and I don't recall the last time I saw something that wasn't happening, but today out of all days I saw something I wish I could unsee.
Something that I saw once upon a time. A village with many people going about there day like any other day, but a little boy was what caught my attention the most as a child. Now many years later I see the same village only this time in flames. And I see that boy who is no longer a boy staring at me as tho he could she me, he was covered in blood holding a little girl.

Just tired of being broken inside

Some things in life can be avoided. But there are some that can't. Why should only one side take the burden when it's both sides. Why should one side be told that they are the reason that the other can't go anywhere in their life. But yet so many have proven that they can.

Life isn't a one sided problem. Just like a coin has two sides. Some times I am ashamed of being born the gender that I am. Every day I see the same thing happen and yet nothing I can say or do will change it. I see people post how they wish more men where like that or that they wish young boys where raised better to respect females but I don't hear anyone say that I should say I should raise my daughter to respect themselves, to respect men and the struggles they face.

I am a female in a world where I can be whatever I want as long as I work for it. But in the same world where a young boy is told that drawing is for girls or that dancing is meant for girls. That helping with household chores is for girls. That the only thing they need to do is have a job, and take the trash out. We say we want equality but what we really want is to stay the way we are so that we can continue to say how we are not equal.

We say that we need to stop rising a rape colture but yet we tell young girls that the only way to get what you want out of life is to show off your goods. But don't give what you promise.

We need to stop making things about gender and about how we are the same. We need to teach that everyone can help with chores. That you can get what you want out of hard work and not from showing off.

In the end we are all alike. We all want the same things that every other person wants. We want to be treated like a person not based on our gender. We want to be respected.

Spirit

A spirit that comes in to my life & shows me something grand. Something magical, something out of the blue, something that changed my life forever.
What is that something that changed my life? That something was nothing that anyone who would see it would not understand. Something only I would have cared about. Something that only this spirit would know about me.
A spirit came to me one day. It told me not to be afraid. It showed me something magical, something that was only in my dreams. I wonder how this spirit got it?
Why is it that I'm drawn to know more? To see things I know I shouldn't? I've lived a simple life. So why do I want to go with this spirit?
A spirit came to me and told me that I would be just fine. It said that I have an angel watching out for me. An angel with long black hair and white eyes wearing a white dress. I wonder how this spirit knew of that dream I had?
A spirit came to me one night it said that this was the end. I didn't want the spirit to leave it changed my life in many ways but it said not to be afraid my angel was always near.
That spirit disappeared that night and I never heard it again. I miss that spirit it showed me things that I will never see again.

Time to Strike

Slowly but steadily,
Making it impossible for anyone to follow,
Hiding in the tree tops high above the town floor.

Slowly but steadily,
Looking at the people below,
Choosing carefully who will be the next.

Slowly but steadily,
  Making the next move,
Carefully waiting till the right time to strike.

Slowly but steadily.

Rain

Every day you look at the sky. Whether it's clear or cloudy or even rainy you still look at it. Sometimes you might wounder if the sky has emotions like you do. Can it feel pain? Or happiness? Or sadness? Is the sky alive like me and you?
When you were younger you used to look at the sky and point out shapes in the clouds. Was it trying to talk to us? Was it showing us things we should be caring about?
The thought has probably crossed your mind more than once and yet you never look for an answer. They say that the sky can't be alive for it has no physical form, no mind to say it is. But what if it just speaks a different language than us? One that is to complicated for us to truly understand.
When it rains in the summer we just say that it's due to the sun heating the water and causing it to go in the sky. But what if it's truly more than just that?
The Sky protects us from the sun and yet we do nothing really to protect it from the harsh toxins that we release in to the very air we breath. We do it day and night. With the cars we drive to the factories that run on harsh chemicals. We eat and drink from plastic cups and plates, we carry our groceries in plastic bags. We try not to think how they were made or where they end up. We like the fact that they make it convenient for us to eat and drink without having to do the dishes or not having to bring your own bag from home to carry the stuff we buy daily.
I wonder if anyone cares about the air we breath? Or their own skin for which the Sky protects on a daily basis. There are many things that few people realize that damage the Sky and the very air they breath. The things they allow their kids to be near, the things they allow into their lungs because it makes them forget there problems for a little while.
I think the reason the sky crys is that she sees that no one understands the pain that she is in.

Wait for You/ Goodbye my Friend

As the world goes ever by, I sit ever watching. I know that you do not mean to leave me for that long; but still I wounder what will become of me if you never return? Will I just become another empty shell? Or will I learn to move on?
I'm not sure what will become of me; but I do know that I will wait as long as I must.
I have waited years just to hear your voice, but even now I I realize that was just another dream. It was just me being hopeful that I could hear your voice one last time. But I keep telling myself that I will see you again. I know now, that I won't get to see you for a long time.
I tell myself that it is fine, that I can wait, but I can't. I want it to all come sooner. That this silly game of waiting is pointless.
I always thought that if I said the right words they would let you come back to me. I've almost gone to see you and stay with you a few times, but someone always stopped me and told me that you wouldn't want to see that way.
I still remember the last thing you said to me. "Don't cry, I don't like seeing you cry. This won't be the end, we will be able to play again July like we used to. I promise." It's been many years now since that day; and not a day goes by without me wishing I could talk to you one last time, just to tell you goodbye and thank you for all the good times we shared. I shall always miss you. Goodbye my dear friend you are forever in my heart.

Just something to think about

Love it's a great evil in this world it brings pain and harbors regret. It is the reason we feel loss. The reason we feel jealousy. It is the cause of heart break. But with all these horrible things love brings we still pursue it. Why? Because even though love brings great pain it also brings great happiness and great memories. So love is not just a great evil but a great good as well.