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CENTRIFUGE
My life is a centrifuge.
Right now, I’m in the beginning stages of the storm.
Leaves everywhere, bathtubs flying, cows.
The cows are weird, but hang on tight.
I am willing to take you on my marvelous ride called life.
My life is a centrifuge.
Right now, I’m in the beginning stages of the storm.
I’m unsteady, and cannot feel a thing.
I’m running on adrenaline can’t you see!
I cannot rest, my heart’s palpitations are at their best.
My life is a centrifuge.
Right now, I’m in the middle stages of the storm.
My “friends” are nowhere to be found.
I feel pretty lonely, and my adrenaline is falling at a steep rate.
I’m feeling fatigue, yet full of excitement, for I am on my marvelous ride called life.
My life is a centrifuge.
I’m in the middle stages of the storm.
Classes have become harder to keep up with.
They are heavier than the cows flying above my head …
My life is a centrifuge.
Right now, I’m in the ending stages of the storm.
My adrenaline is low, I’m running on coffee and applications.
My friends are long gone. Yet I’m happier than ever.
The cows are slowly coming back down to the ground.
My life is a centrifuge.
Right now, I’m in the final stages of the storm.
The time has come, i’m finally touching the ground. The cows are touching the ground.
My heart sinks. I’m happy. But under all of that I’m scared, excited, and jealous.
But freedom is still being sought. Whatever that may mean.
My life is a centrifuge.
Everything has fallen into place.
Just like the cows in my bed.
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15 Years of Living…
Life was in black and white.
You are a girl and you are a boy.
You are smart and you are dumb.
You are pretty and you are ugly.
Nothing was the same.
Nothing happened the way I intended it to be.
Life, what happened?
Why did you leave me an orphan child.
I felt desolated; I felt weak.
I can’t rise from the ashes
That you have already buried 10 feet deep.
I wept, life; I wept for you.
I gave my soul up; I rested with you.
I broke my knees begging for your decisions.
I nearly broke my ankles
Trying to run toward the light.
But all that I found at the end of that light,
Was another light.
But this light was black.
This light had no shadows following it.
This light didn’t have…
And where did that light lead me?
It lead me here.
It lead me to this blank paged, one-winged cloud.
It left me soaring.
For a moment I felt my feet elevated as if I might be a bird; but I wasn’t.
I was just a penguin.
I was “ugly and dumb”, and couldn’t fly.
I was there for a minute.
And then my feet disappeared.
Gravity took a hold of me.
I was a house with no key to me.
I was in the middle of nowhere.
I couldn’t see the light.
I couldn’t see the world.
All I was left with was with a penguin that carried half my soul.
All I was left with was with memories.
All I was left with was with dirt.
I can remember the day that you buried me, life.
You carried my gray soul and threw it on the ground.
I felt an immense weight on my soul.
The dirt crashed on me.
You carried my soul back home.
Home has my soul!
Life isn’t in black and white anymore.
Life is gray.