Poem: The road


Every road leads somewhere,
Even if you are going with no directions.
There will be stops, and turns, and exits,
But the road always goes on
As long as you are.
You should follow your destination.
Even if you don’t have one
Something will come along and
You will see the signs.
You will feel them,
You will see the light eventually.
There is a long road ahead of you
As you barely started this trip
On this never-ending highway.
Life is always rough.
It should be.
This is how you grow.
This is how you learn.
This is how you develop.
This is how you move forward.
This is what will keep you going.
This is what will make you go
Following the road,
Following the path,
And eventually finding yours.
There will be traffic on your way,
Exits, bridges, and dead ends.
But you will have to find your way out.
You might get lost sometimes,
But if you keep searching
You will find and reach your destination.
You will find where you belong in this life.

The sun is up and shinning,
It is shinning in your face
Making you feel happy, helping you see better.
It could also blind you, too, preventing you from seeing
Your path clearly.
You always got to keep moving forward.
Until you can
Until there is no life in you left, no energy
And passion for something.
Even if you don’t know what it is
Things eventually will turn around.
Things will come about.
Solutions will present themselves eventually.
You just got to keep on moving, keep going,
Keep following your path,
Keep following your road to the unknown.
Go straight ahead and never look back.
The past is behind you.
The past will not help you build your present.
The past will not help you build your future.
You are building your future today, right now.
For a better tomorrow,
Or worst, depending on what you do.
You just got to keep going,
Keep going.
There will be many destinations on your way.
There will be many obstacles in your way.
You have to be mindful.
You have to be careful.
Enjoy the ride.

Poem: Love

Love comes in and out suddenly
It helps you live and helps you suffer
It can punch you in the face.
Love means holding hands together
Love means to kiss
Love means to smile, to hug,
Love means watching each other grow old.
Love means the wrinkles on your face
And body changes, weather changes
Everything changes.
Love justifies it all.
Love saves, love scars.
Love is like the ocean,
It could be endless
And it can dry out.
Love is like a highway
It can last a while or end shortly.
It’s a trip.
It’s a trip that you take
As long you move, loves moves.
Love moves life.
It can screw with your head
It can screw with your life.
Love can screw your head, your soul
And your mind.
You cannot live without it
And sometimes it will make life more difficult with love.
Love means loving somebody unconditionally
Without receiving love back.
It’s the hardest thing.
It’s the hardest thing.
Love is like a flower in the sand.
It can grow through everything
It can survive, but it might need some water in it.
It needs passion, it needs the air,
And it needs the purpose.
What is the purpose of love?
It’s your own thing.
It is whatever makes you drive.
It is what makes you take the highway.
Jump through all the hoops, suffer, sacrifice,
In the name of love.
Love is lungs full of air,
Love is a forest full of trees,
Love is everything and nothing.
You can keep love, you can hide it,
You can avoid it, but it will always show up
In your heart, in your face, in your smile, in your hair,
In your teeth, in your bones.
It can bite you, and it can bite others.
Love has no limits.
It can go on and on, rooflessly and endlessly,
It can throw people off.
It can mess with your dailiness, busyness, problemness,
But it also can cure all of it.
It all depends.
Just like everything else in life,
It all depends.
Love is a free bird in the sky,
Love is blue sky and ocean, and all the palms
On the beach,
All the cars on the highway,
And all the trees up in the mountains.
Love is old age,
Love is young age,
Love is sunset and sunrise.
Love is a dark room with windows closed.
Love is an empty closet.
Love is running water in a shower.
Love is a bed in the bedroom.
Love is sex.
Love is moving.
Love helps us to leave,
Love is here to stay.
We all need a little bit of love
For each of us in our lives.
It’s easier this way,
It’s better this way.
It’s the best way out
And the best way in.