marriage;

something so unpredictable
people blindingly tying themselves
sometimes it works out for the best
for the lucky ones
and other times
it's a tumultuous ride from hell.

it is to be sanctioned
a holy joining of souls
but so quickly rushed
leaving what matters most
on the outskirts.

but people are never stationary
they are every moving
revolving on their wild axes
fluid like the blood running through
our arteries and veins
a life source that cannot be grounded
for very long.

marriage is overrated
the perfect love can only exist
in fairy tales.

where are you?

where are you?
you have a done a remarkable job of hiding
your face is not your own, not really.

why do you cover yourself up
in artificiality, via picturesque ink paintings
dotted with metallic clouds.

your tattoos may be a sign of your inner artist
but to allow it to transform even your barest emotions
are you really being you?

don't hide behind your superficial mask
they can't hide the light within your soul.

passport;

passport
waiting to fly
time to explore the world
many wonders to seek out there
set sail!

memory lane;

it is so hard sometimes
not to think of the past
and reflect on the years gone by
wishing to turn back the clock.

just a trip down memory lane
sparks and influx of sights, sounds, visions
a slideshow of the past
like a failing dam
with torrents of water rushing forward.

and while i feel old
isn't this only the beginning?
life has barely even started
and there is so much waiting for us.

living and wishing for the past
cannot help shape our future.

life cannot be lived backwards
experiences and memories
should only push us forward.

graduation and nclex;

we have finally made it
hello the brave new world
a long an tumultuous journey
but graduation is only the beginning.

in just a short few months
we will be taking the nclex
the scariest word to a nursing student's ears
which sends trembles through the body
but the ultimate test
it will prove our worthiness.

it is terrifying
but we will sure to triumph
and victory will be ours.

pretty little things;

pretty little things
we have no real desire for them
the marketing world does a fine job
of seducing our inner cores
the shopaholics deep within
just waiting to escape
like a little monster.

vampiric qualities it does possess
sucking the life out from our wallets
until it lies dry and barren
very much like our bank accounts.

but will we ever learn?
our desires to have
overpowering our better judgement?
then, what happens?

it's an addiction
with no cure.

here we go again;

here we go again
we meet once more
right at the beginning
where it all began.

this was where
the first steps to our relationship
began to take form
so unsteady on its two feet
like an unconcerned child
with no idea of repercussions.

the danger was never felt
we frolicked with one another
so unaware of what was to come
so lost in our ocean of love
we never knew when we began to drown.

but all good things must come to an end
or at least so they say
and it appears that we are fulfilling
the destiny has laid out before us.

beautiful day

beautiful day
you grace us once again
with your crystal blue skies
and splashes of white marshmallow clouds
here we revel in your sights.

handwriting;

handwriting
messy, scrawling
not quite chicken scratch
but not elegant either.
all different shapes and sizes
erratic and never stilling
resembling my sporadic mind.

hello;

hello
to another year being alive
two and almost a half decades
trying to leave my carbon mark
on this place called earth
where i call my home.
let's celebrate this milestone
call it a day late into the night
and hope for many more to come.

it's like an open window;

it's like an open window
your thoughts floating out
free like uncaged birds
uninhibited and able to go
where ever their hearts desire.

there are no boundaries
or obstacle courses to follow
there are no guides
no maps to lead the way.

just follow your intuition.

your mind may not yet know where
the end of the road
your destination lies
but your soul surely does
and it will take you there
in time.

way of life;

and that is the way of life
we are born
we are small
but we grow
older, stronger, more confident
into the adults we were always meant to become.

but strange things memories do
serving as a blueprint
of what once was.

of course
time is never linear
it is forever changing.
we are shaped by our experiences
nature versus nurture
oh how that stands true.

many faces i have seen in my own lifetime
some stay forever
others linger, and then slowly fade.
and it's bittersweet to see
how children become adults in their own right
sometimes fulfilling their potential
sometimes going down the wrong side of the tracks.

but that is the beauty of life
and what makes it so precious.

that we never know until it happens.