Captive

Swallow my words,

Nod my head,

For these words can’t be said.

Follow the rules,

To meet up to expectations,

But in the end, we are just fools.

Believing that we are imprisoned,

Allowing others to restrict us,

This isn’t the life we envisioned.

“What is really stopping me?”

There are no shackles,

Physically I am free.

Then the answer becomes clear,

I am held captive by my mind,

And my mind is controlled by fear.

A Feeling of Drunkenness

I have never been drunk from an alcoholic beverage,

I suppose that gives you some type of leverage.

When I see you, a feeling of drunkenness begins to strike

Me. This is the type of intoxication that I like.

I feel it now, my words begin to slur,

Everything around us becomes a mere blur.

I hear the sound of clashing wine cups in

My head. Sobriety is quickly exiting my skin.

I drink your words, your scent, your existence, until the very last

Drop. I remember the empty glass

Of my heart, only filled by the sweet wine

Composed of your eyes, lips, and hands meeting mine.

To you I toast and drink,

By you, I am drunk. I clink

My glass with that belonging to you,

Secretly hoping that I will intoxicate you too.

Scribble Scrabble

When we were little, we would grab a pencil, marker, or crayon and draw on whatever we wanted to. We would draw our mommies, daddies, and grandparents, yet no matter what we drew, or what it was supposed to be, it always ended up being a bunch of squiggly lines. However, when we would show it to our mom, her face would make an “O” and her eyes would become really big as she would say, “Wow! This is great sweetie, this really looks like…” This would cause us to beam and interrupt, “It’s you mommy!” The response would follow something along the lines of, “I knew that, you just didn’t give me a chance to say it.” She would then take it and put it with the pile of drawings that were all drawn by you, and looked the same, with the exception of different colors, on what was once her refrigerator. Scribble scrabble occurs when we have a picture in our minds but are not yet able to truly capture it into a physicality.

7:15 PM

What goes up, must come down, that is what gravity teaches us. If I were to jump in the air, I have the reassurance that my jump will conclude with me returning to the ground rather than remaining indefinitely in the air. Yet even though gravity teaches us this mantra, we find ourselves bewildered when we reach a low point in our lives. Do we, as human beings, find ourselves immune to the laws of the universe? Gravity is a force that applies to us in every way imaginable, so why not apply its philosophy to our emotional state? If we view happiness as an “up” and sadness as a “down,” then it all makes sense.