Thoughts Through The Mind

My Perfect Day

2012-06-14T08:23:00.003-07:00

I dream of a place where I’m surrounded by fresh white powder,

The air easy and clean to take in,

My lungs fill with a passion of this warm sensation,

The smell of the pine trees covered in snow,

As I lay strapping myself in I imagine the views and what’s to come before me,

Over looking mountain tops and ranges I see light peaking through the clouds as if it was a sign of truth,

I’m so high I can almost touch them,

As I stand up I feel the snow become impacted below my feet,

I start to move if feels like she still holding on but slowly letting go,

Her friction breaks free and I start to gain speed,

Turing left to right and carving into the mountain as if we were one element bounded together with no separation,

I know my place and how much I can take from her,

She good to me I’m on a rush my hearts beating my level are rising my satisfaction of enjoyment are close,

As I keep going my thoughts are washed away it’s just me and her,

As I glide over fresh powder I can only think of what to say, this is my home of happiness,

My perfect day.

Life

2012-06-14T08:22:00.003-07:00

As I sit here thinking to myself,
it's really crazy how life really is,
the day your born you being to slowly die,
choice in your life can affect you forever,
when you don't want something to happen that's when it always does,
you get by in life by who you know not by what you know.
Friends that said they would be there forever always screw you over..
Society as a whole puts pressure on you and if you do something different they look at you differently and judge.
The rich maintain there social class,
the middle class gets screwed and are unable to rise in the social ladder,
the poor have nothing to give. So why do we bother with this crazy hectic life?

Working Progress

2012-06-14T08:21:00.003-07:00

As time passes slowly,
memories of what happens cycle through my head like flashes of lighting during a rain storm,
these scars of what once was cuts intertwine over my body with damages of every word you have said,
I bleed to remember that I am only human thinking for hours of what happen And why,
shouting who am I why me,
the feeling of emptyness inside of me just blacken like a whole filled with an infinite amount of space,
your voice is like a whip attach to chains which strikes hurt of unforgiving,