15.9.11
Life is all about survival of the fittest.
The fittest in kindergarten, over the jungle gym and proclaiming a personality that will probably stick throughout life, who can make it out of high school without getting pregnant, kicked out or dropping out, making it in and OUT of college, managing a career, friends and family and remaining sane on top of it all.
Progressive and unwavering forward movements is what plants success not a sudden spark of anything that may as well be a dainty sparkle in the sky
nothing is given and everything should be earned.
14.9.11
Wiping the sleep off of faults and downers
Every step feeling farther from the last
At times slow becomes a step backwards instead
But I continue to run through the field of red bloodied roses
Opening my eyes as I crash into walls of
white honesty and brutal critiques
I was told in my dreams realty is a facade.
Cotton candy clouds greet me and warm my feet
Waking up next to blue moons
Revitalized and a head full of novel thoughts
Carried on the greatest pink pony to ever live
Laying in my birthday dress covered in flower petals and laced trees
I can not miss the crumbling sunrise as it spills light onto my face
Renewing my once planted visions and full birthed plans of action
Falling back and tripping over a rainbow splashed mountain of mistakes
I realize the only error was second guessing my honest first choice
Only reality is a facade
the foggy mirror now clear and precise
I decide on a obscure route
Yards from where I started and light years from where I needed to be
Eyes wide and observing
no shiny ponys or blue moons near
I buckle my seat belt and ready myself for the bumpy ride
The last sunset jogging to the four corners
as I ready my uppers
ladder to Future
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