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Do You Really Know What You’re Seeing?

When you’re sitting at a park, what do you see? Or in this case, what don’t you see?  

   The words are simple, you see your bff Amy txt you a smiley face; a Facebook notification from Fed, and yes even your own face that is of course “selfie ready”.             Now does that seem close to correct? If so, you should already know you’re missing out on what matters most because it is in fact all around you -The big blue bright sky filled with white plush clouds; little kids feeding the geese with bread crust, people walking their dogs, your child wanting an underdog but you’re “too busy” with your phone to do so, these are all things that are just begging for some attention! People everyday are losing those moments and it is not just something someone can just fix on their own. To me it is considered heartbreaking and undeniable that it will and and can be hard to stop, like an addict who can’t put down the drugs, we are all addicted. Speaking from an 18 year old girls point of view, there is no point in wasting time looking at a screen all day long when most of the time all it has to offer is bs and garbage. I admit giving up my phone has been hard but now as I start to feel more free without it, I feel better about myself – I still like to listen to music when I paint; I like to hang out with friends give them a call, and I love to write on this blog. I’ve been enjoying time without my phone, without my phone I feel like I’m not missing a thing. My txts have become Amy waving hello; my Facebook notifications have become a tap on the shoulder to join Fred on a walk, my “selfie” has become a mirror to look at myself for a quick minute. Without my phone I see things for what they are not for how they reflect on a screen.

The Perfect Picture

No time for self diagnosis
Just mix up the potions
To balance my emotions
I keep pressing the screen
Why is it so mean?
It doesn’t let me see
The perfect picture
Too fuzzy and the screen goes black

And now I’m standing in nature
And all I see are old artifacts
Each one so special
But there’s ones I don’t see
Those made of gold just look like medal
They are in the ground buried.

A jar full of air
I look through it and see magic
When I’m in despair
And it’s tragic
But is it really?

I tap on the glass
And I hear nothing
Except a crash
Starving for some loving
Reaching for attention
Fighting for sanity
Sorrow from rejection
Burning in vanity

I press the button
And it stops on the 13th floor
And all of a sudden
I see a red rose door
I open it and what do I see?
Hanging on a white wall
A hard to see painting
Looking as though it might fall
And if it does who will pay?
Who will return it to its owner?

Imagined if it stayed
Imagine if I’d known her
Think if I just listened to the airplanes
Instead of the birds
Think if I didn’t try to cover up the pain with drugs
What if I was mature
And didn’t sweep my worries under the rug

Ya I can’t see
From the front or back
Made a memory
With a camera flash

It’s a perfect picture
A perfect picture
No matter fuzzy
Or torn
We were born
With a purpose
Nothing done on purpose
There are accidents
Some we can’t prevent

A glass jar
Is just a glass jar
An airplane is a machine
A bird fly’s with wings
Your body is an object
Who’s to object?

The rain is weather
The note wrote is a letter
Paper and pen
No emotion
Just checking in
The sky is the sky
Life is to live
And sometimes it’s goodbye
It’s all how you define
What goes on in your mind

Hanging inside out
Lost and found
Hanging upside down
It doesn’t mean a frown

Stand from far away
It doesn’t change
Because it’s the perfect picture
No matter which way

Who Am I?

Birds are chipping
And I’m trying to stay awake
These days are hurting
All these days feel fake
Like plastic bottles
I feel so used
And disposable
I’m so confused
In the afternoon
No morning
Just hit the snooze
I’m still learning
How to smile
And be okay
I’ll run a mile
If I could only keep pace
I think I’d be fine
People see me like a floor
Walk in a straight line
The doors still open
But I’m waiting
Instead of doing
I’m hesitating
Instead of looking
In the mirror
I don’t see a reflection
Just fears
And rejection

Circle of Light

He said why would you leave when this is the first time you’ve had something real?
And I keep asking myself the same question and get nothing back
He said look at your life he sees exactly how you feel
And all you do is make his heart crack

All I see is a circle of light
And I’m outside it
And I can’t fight it
It’s growing alive
Like the energy from the sun
It lifts me up
But all I want to do is run
And give up
The circle can never break
Its a cycle, its a routine
It must ache right?
No, I feel no pain
Even when I see him in the light
I am still in the dark
No way inside
What beats in my heart
What I can’t hide

He sees what you don’t
He likes you on the inside
He sees what you won’t
He like you on the out

Sees you in the light
He sees you in the stars
Sees you at night
And in his heart

Waiting for the Goodbye

I’m trying to think how to put my words together
Scribbled circles and crossed out places
Did you not think once to surrender?
New setting, old streets, new and bold cold faces
This world is full of places to tie your shoes
And fix your hair
Sometimes when you throw the ball you’ll either win or lose
And sometimes you’ll throw your hands up in the air
Sunny skies
Dark thoughts
Stomach full of butterflies
You don’t want to get caught
Write a letter to yourself
Get it in the mail
Reading it you’d think it’s someone else
So unreal like a fairytale
Yep you’ve been caught
But everyone is a criminal
They will lie and they will cheat
But they have souls
That they will never see
Just a skeleton in a dusty closet
My thoughts turn to you
I was turned on by your brain
But what I found out is that was all untrue you were just looking for something to gain
And that was me ya that was me
Lights dimmed low
His lips pressed to the mike
Drum and bass guitar solo
Everything I will remember from that night
Now lies in my head
Everyday day that went by
Left me feeling dead
I was just waiting for the goodbye
Because you see freedom is never free without a fight
And love is never love without a price.

Lepers

Another glass of wine
Talking in code
The words left undefined
So many answers untold
And you sit on the stage
Pink and purple dancer
At such a young age
You started to wonder
Why, you were put on this Earth
History maps full of oceans
And since birth
The confusion overlaps
With rhythm and motion
Scissors slice the bar
Blinds softly closed
Loneliness is at war
And the world within grows
Into the dream you can’t forget
Like a flower it doesn’t bloom
Wake up, wake up alarm not set
It’s already the afternoon
Dirty face
Whisky breath
Alone and you pray
That it hasn’t happened yet
The bottles are empty
Blue as the eyes of a boy
Green as the climbing ivy
The city buildings that they’ve destroyed
It seems as though they have bigger problems
Always looking for a reason
They’ve got a lot of them
Four seasons
And all of them the same
But different colors
No one to blame
Because we are each other.

Always Love (Never Lie)

It all goes black
Like the day her father
Had a heart attack
She remember what he taught her, to always love and never lie
Now the angels sing up above
From the dark midnight sky
She puts her hood on her head
And wipes away her the tears
That’s she’s shed
She stands in front of the mirror
Reflection so perfect
Face so scared
Mamma says she is worthless
Says she is so unprepared
For the world that is ahead of her
But what her mamma forgot
Was what she didn’t want to remember
When his heart stopped
So did hers
She had forgotten to be brave
For herself and for her daughter, her daughter
Wants to be in a grave
Left alone to die
Because she knows
No one will cry
But she’s her mother
And her daughter will survive
Because her father taught her
To always love and never lie.

There is No Why

There is no why, you said to me; there is no way, there is no free, there is only this day.
You slam down your fists
And say enough is enough
You say it over and over you insist that there’s a solution, that there is hope, there is peace, and there is love.
But forget about it, let it go
There is no point, it is pointless- the music plays a beautiful melody passing by each treball clef and moving down an array of white and black keys. Each key opens a soul, each soul frees a giver and that is their goal, to live and to die and to feel and to numb, to cry and conceal and to learn and to survive, to play with fire and to burn, to be gay and to be admired, there is only one way, there is only I, there is only today, there is no why.