Freedom, human, Love, myth, poetry, Uncategorized

In the Middle of New York

As a kid she lived in a small town trusted everyone she was the sweetest, as an adult she moved to New York she still trusted everyone.

She was an adult yet still saw the world as she did when she was a kid.

A young adult in New York that is a killer if your not strong enough, she could be the toughest but I mean strong inside. 

Time pass she met someone that was so beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, and the sweetest woman in New York.

That woman had a husband but everything changed for her when she met that young lady from a small town.

They fell inlove, the small town young lady saw nothing wrong with what they were doing, the woman saw it as wrong while she was married.

The young lady would find simple solutions for everything yet we all know nothing is simple in life. 

Everything was harder for the woman she had met and everything was simple for her while she was a free flying bird in the middle of New York.

The woman broke her heart and the young lady didn’t understand what was happening, her heart ache.

To make the ache go away she turn to one thing common in a city, liquor that worked for about to two weeks, after a while she felt nothing with liquor, she still ache.

She needed something stronger than that she turned to medication poison, that killed all the feeling she had not just the heart ache but even her soul.

When the woman came back to her she was no longer a free flying bird in the middle of New York, now she was a flying bird in middle of paradise.

to this day the woman tells the young lady story, “She was a small town young lady who saw the world as a kid, and trusted everyone.

Freedom, human, Uncategorized


Tick-tock goes the clock, I tell it to walk, doesn’t seem to listen to me, although I forgive it I mean can you blame it? Ya sometimes I feel like throwing it to the wall but can you blame me? I have to look at everyday, every hour, every minute believe me I am patient and this clock keeps ignoring me when I tell it to walk faster, I believe some humans call it “time?” Okay, I guess I know it was called time but could it change in some way I mean we are living everyday and we would think that we are in control of our lives but no we are just slaves and some of us humans are okay with that, I think I have no other thing to do about it rather than to be okay with it, if I sit down I am looking at it, I can almost hear it sometimes, I am telling you it is my bestfriend and my enemy at the same time, we should all feel great to have because if we can still hear it and look at it that means that we have time, and that is a beautiful thing’

Freedom, myth, poetry, Uncategorized


If I could fly I swear I would,

Sore through the wind and never stop not even for a second, probably right I might need 

Water but I am afraid that in that moment of thirst I lose my wings and all the looks I 

had before would be gone, I still like the stares, knowing that they look from the corner 

of their eyes, yet none of them can fly with me, yet sometimes that is the only thing I 

need it is very true I made it sound as if I didn’t care for such a thing like if when I am 

out there in the world I just like to watch it go by but I do I want to know that if I were to 

sore without a notice someone will notice, otherwise I’ll keep flying on my own.’

education, Freedom, Money, poetry, Power


​My mind, an airplane that travels everywhere tho this airplane is rather a bit different it travels everywhere at the time, wants to see the different parts of the sky,

but can’t pay attention to one, yet this airplane can’t seem to leave the one place it stands in ya it’s still on and you are able to listen to all the engine sounds,

yet can’t get one actual sound that’s loud for everyone to hear, and that’s the moment it decides that it just doesn’t want to make any sounds anymore.’

Freedom, Power

American Dream

     Living in America I have asked myself what would be my American Dream! I have also done many research, on different topics. I been watching these interesting youtube videos in a channel called, Stories Seekers. Shows people and stories from all over the world and change many thoughts that the people watching the videos may think. There are so many people in the world that are so different and some are very happy having the most simple things in life. From the young lady that has 5 years of trash in a jar (average size jar), which is very small for 5 years worth of trash. The famous snowboarder that lives in a tiny home using natural resources. See there is no actual American Dream, just a dream because everyone wants different things. Many may want; money, education, a house, cars, a ranch with many animals, travel, ect… the list goes on and on. Always drive for what makes you happy and makes you feel good. Feel at the moment because we only know there is a tomorrow when we get there. Want to go on a adventure that is the craziest of them all, go for it!’


Be Free

If being inlove or wanting someone that makes you happy is a sin,
Shall we all burn in hell,
Seek that as our end,
And then we all will realize that we fell into the darkness,
We are all so shallow and selfish aren’t we?
That shame of falling into the darkness of happiness,
We’ll all judged everyone and we won’t even realize that,
That is also known as a sin but I don’t see many minding for that,
Shall we let things like that happen no not really but we have
Anyone could do anything they believe and want to but we slightly set ourselves for failure in a way by giving up,
When we see things to be too difficult we run,
Or at least wish to run I can granted you that at least one out of many people you seen/talked to feels like giving up, hates their life or wishes they were somewhere else and no one could even be able to tell because everyone else is to busy thinking about their selves but when it comes to judging everyone thinks about everyone else to judge before their selves isn’t that outrages in so many ways?
Point is live your life because we never know the true answers of what is right and what is not be free in your own way’