UntitledWhat If I got on the road,Drove until I ran out of gas, Started walking,And just never turned back?
EasterSpring sprung forth into a world of warmth and wanted weather. Hearts are filled as the Earth begins in its beauteous bounty. The green grass of great gorgeousness glissade generously, And I admire the assertion of alliteration also, absolutely.
UntitledFORGET WHAT YOU KNOW. GIVE IT UP. LET IT GO. DON'T BURY YOUR HEAD IN THE SAND,JUST TO SAY YOU CAN.
FreethoughtDearest friends and family, I’ll be writing to you concerning what it was like to drive a car.I write so sadly.A carA big carIf I could write a book I’d have done it by now.Collect your thoughts, Sara.Collect them and pile them ontop of one another until it’s turned into something wonderful.Just write.Write about what it was like for you to own your car.To drive,TO fully be a part of the road. Of the traffic. Of the on-going public thoroughfare.What was it like growing up?What was it like to drive around in a car? Staring out the windows.Looking through the bus windows?What was it like?Always dreaming. Always seeing.Always trying to think of different things to dream about. Think, see, understand.How does one even begin to write?How does one even start?I’ll write my sole into this laptopIn hopes that no one with find itIn hopes that I can be free to understand myself and this world.In hopes to fulfill some destiny.I was never one for good
Behold, a Human RaceWhy do we start our days In such weird waysBut always end up in The same damn placeI've got a lot better things to doThan stand here and listen to you We'll hold our heads highAnd our spirits true Don't you feel it? Don't you feel itThe winds a'reelingA chance to change This world of strange. I'll call upon your sea of willTo dance upon their graves,Just in timeFor this new revolution We'll keep them forever at bay. You can fly by and seeingFrom the sky, no miseryEvery ethnicity and creed Each trying to find harmony. No reason to judge For God is my witness We can do it for us A world with true purpose. Don't you see it?Don't you see it? This wounded soldierThe army of drones For what they do, They do not know. A war of words is my decree It wounds more than any weaponry Behold our constitution The real meaning of equality For ever