lynface
one below me
never above me
i can't let you hover over me
these demons that hang
underneath me
throwing me under
my standard
my worth
my definition of attaining my dreams
i stay far from below
to get me elevated above
so you can see
that my value of an individual is
not below, but above you
I don't know if it's just me or how this came to be, but I've become lazy enough to substitute the word: "jelly" to mean "jealous." While other folks might say jelly in reference to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I say "jelly" when I'm jealous that you're eating something like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Get it? I am jelly of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich. There I said it.
to finally reach a feeling or a medium of bliss amidst a reality of confusion.
this palette of mine stems from mastered ingredients formulated by recipes from my mother's cooking. no other combination of spices and culture can define my palette.
amidst this chaos and this madness that surrounds you, i commend you for sitting so perfectly.
these habits of sleepless nights,
these days that deem endless
our minds programmed
to strive
to push ourselves to beyond our limit
and instill a drive within us to "make it"
it seems these actions are all for us to
finally reach that feeling
that moment
that point our lives when
we're finally surrounded by our own
success
as my right hand leaves my forehead, i am quickly reminded of the importance of this gesture. this simple gesture that signifies a thousand words and an eternity of respect for the heroes before me. from their past to my present to our future, i salute those who have created history. as i soon hope to make my own. so i stand in salutation in respect to those who've paved my way and gave me this freedom.
synchronized and parallel
here we stand almost identical
as our bodies pose vertically
matching in weather
whether externally or internally
it's at this moment
our beings pair peacefully
As I stare out this train's window, I see my old park down the block along with the other houses I once lived in. At every stop, I see my city. I see apart of me. I see who I used to be, as my memories recollect and I begin to reminisce. It's at this moment, at this hour I allow myself to relive the being I was.
the presence of my thoughts wrapped up in my mind serves as a prologue to (my) creations.