Someone Else.Someone Else.I wish I had a... A heart that is malleable. A mind that isn’t practical And a life that is fanciful.I wish I had a... Tranquil touch that never hurts. A mouth that thinks before it spurts And a body that is control of its nerves.I wish I had... Feet that are confident and able walk fast. Hopeful hands that have a firm but soft grasp And an ass that can rebound after every task.I wish I had a smile that is permanent. I wish I had eyes that were not so observant. I wish I had the mass to withstand any disturbance. Sometimes I wish I could be a completely different person.Kela Lewis-Morin.
Shit.Shit.I unintentionally use it almost every day.In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.That exact word will seep and creep out.It makes its way into any given conversation.It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.How can one word have so many definitions.And still have the same effect despite its repetition.How can this same word blur all the lines of divisions.Between polite pleasantries to abusive abrasions of affliction.How can the tone and meaning change after every rendition.This word sounds exactly like what it means.You scream it, shout it and even mutter it under your breath.No matter how big or little the occasion may seem.Just unleashing it will take a load off your chest.You say it w
.:Dwindling Hope:.She clings to this dream,but as if it were water - it slowly slips from her grip.Every drop fallen, a missed opportunity.Every crack between her fingers, so out of her control.Helpless to her own undoing, she struggles to hold on.Wondering how real it all was from the beginning.Has she truly fooled herself?Is it even worth still carrying on?Letting go would simply end it all,The struggles, the helplessness and the hurt.But hope is the only thing stopping her.Like a beggar on the streets, she hopes for someone to help fill the cracks,For someone to give her the chance to overflow with opportunities once again.For someone to believe in her.And so with that little bit of dwindling hope,She waits and watches as people go by.
The Highway To Success.The Highway To Success.Caught in the same cycle,Venturing on different routes.Dealt an equal amount of cards,All attempting to follow suit.Each path is only built for one,So the other is destined to lose.The hungry and the blind are equal,But who is misleading who?Multiple mouths moulded to lie,Resulting in many truths.So when you offer me....A way out of this unfair world.An opportunity to avoid the sheer cold.To have the freedom of being brave innovative and bold.A place where all of my dreams are promised to unfold.Where all of my dreams will be mine to grasp and hold.And my story will become an infamous legend brought and told.How can I believe any of your declarations?When I know this will be a short lived collaboration.However I yearn for your belief and your validation.I appreciate you taking my dream in to consideration.But you see we are on the same path of self gratification.If the path was to decrease, you will dismiss me with no hesitation.It's not b
GuidanceGuidance.My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggleAnd that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisureBecause those priceless mome
Questions.Questions.Nobody has the answersBut everybody has the Y’s.Speculations of a faultless green pasture,Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.Even though we may feel defenseless.The possibilities are endless.The opportunities are relentless.Opinions become senselessAnd still we lie restless.Attempting to solve the unsolvableAnd control the uncontrollable.To know the unknowable.Kela Lewis-Morin
SilhouettesSilhouettes,I see yours,By the door,Through the window,By the weeping willow,Rocking back and forth,In remorse,Of what's been done,Your heart in a prison,You tried your first stick of poison,What a trial and error,To see how far your gone,Is their any turning back?Maybe she's gone forever,A friend but not a lover,A lover is no longer forever in your eyes,Blow the candle out,Before it burns the rope,Freeing your soul,Forever,As you rock back and forth,Your silhouette by the weeping willow.