Live Before Dying

To live once without compromise
is a great performance.
To expire; to waste away everyday
ambushes the natural purpose of

life

life deserves to be celebrated
long before death sits in the audience.

Blank Sheet of Paper

Unmotivated.
Uninspired.
My mind is like a blank sheet of paper,
that’s been written on,
erased and crumpled up
over and over then tossed into a bin,
only to be retrieved and written on again
then gets erased, crumpled up and tossed.
Ideas come and go but they don’t stick around.

Remnants of Childhood

I don’t usually remember
what it was like to be a child.
Carefree.
Unfiltered.
Imaginative.
Creative.
Brave.
Like a flower just starting to blossom.

I often forget
what it feels like to truly let go
completely.
Unafraid.
Unashamed
of expressing myself.
I embraced myself.
I was obsessed with finding my strength.
I didn’t think anything was wrong with me.
I was the best me I could possibly be.

As a child,
my sole interest was being happy.
And I was.
I was happy.
I lived my life to the fullest,
everyday I lived my life
like it was golden.

Everyday I woke up with a new purpose,
a new meaning, ready to make a new discovery.

I remember my childhood.
The good times outweighed the bad.
Love surrounded me,
a love so strong
I still feel it to this day
whenever I dig deep into my past
I remember when I was a child.