I look at down my skin,

The colors and tones my mother gave me.

But I see the red under my skin

And the hate it causes.

When I say it, they laugh,

Even though it’s who I am.

My identify—

My code and binary

But it will forever be binary

Just one or the other.

I’m white or black.

Not mixed, like my mother....

While I travel down life’s road

Country winds call me home.

Running barefoot through a sea of grass

I would not know what must come to pass.

I must leave the country side,

I must find my path

To push myself forward

To make my own footpath

Country winds call me home

While it can be maintained

For they do not know my love

And they do not know my pain.

-Ron Chapel...

Anyone with eyes

Could very quickly see

That the flame of passion in my soul

Was nothing more than cold lumps of coal

There once was a blazing fire in my soul

I was filled with so much passion

Fuled with determination to reach my goal

Every denial adding fire to my ambition

But determination only lasts so long

Failure acts like rain

When you’re always told you’re doing it wrong

You won...

my face turns blue,

the world fades to black.

the sounds muffle until your voice is gone.

and everything becomes cold.

i stop feeling quickly enough.

the pain resides easily.

gravity can’t hold me anymore.

i drift towards the clouds.

beautiful and free.

no worries in the world.

i can feel understanding at my fingertips.

this is my euphoria.

but a face in the clouds,

draws me back d...

A trickle of something old spills gently forth

Little green buds, chartreuse and hopeful

The top soil of my heart softens

Words on and off the page beckon

A great care rises up within me and -

The birds speak to me once more!

The great thaw has begun

Encapsulated in permafrost no longer, I jump

Too quickly

Loves, obscured and vibrant tussle for my action! I can do them all!

Well one at a tim...

Dandelion daydreams meet retched crashes

Skies Filled with Smokey ashes

“If only I was like everyone else I thought”

Not knowing you were a gift from God

Value is value

Whether Gold is above or beneath the ground

Discovery seems to be only when truly found.

•

That’s not how value truly works

Whether you are displayed before millions

Or stuck in lava rock

You are still the very diamond you are

Whe...

Just recently I’ve rediscovered my love for writing once again

It might be digital at the moment, but soon I’ll add some paper and a pen

Putting thoughts down into written words is something special

And by doing it every day it also becomes more normal

A habit of writing 100 words a day

Helps growing my imagination quite some way

A story, a poem or just some thoughts I got

Can actually tell a lot

...

Finding something once fills your heart with wonder

But finding something twice is something to ponder

You might think that the feeling won’t remain the same

But sometimes the found still counts in the game

Perhaps the sky always fills with rain

But don’t let that fill you with pain

Not first or second or third or last

Matters if you get put in a cast

Rediscover what you already know

And rem...

_*authors note: it’s not gonna rhyme_

I often wonder if I’ve lost myself,

It probably sounds funny to say it like that.

But it’s true.

I’m sure that I’ve lost myself somewhere,

in the deep parts of me in the last few years.

It’s odd.

Becuase I know a part of me is still there,

but not fully.

And I always try to search deep down inside of me, hoping, praying to just be me again.

And I see...

Love is a flower

Unfolding by the hour

And with each new petal

My devotion grows and gains great power

I’m meeting him over and over again

He tells me new things

Of what happened when

Of who he had been

Before we exchanged rings

Everyday I’m learning something new

From what he says

And what he can do

Time and again

When our moments are few

He can take one and one and make two

The man I tho...