dystopia;

humans are cruel and spiteful creatures
we love our retaliation
when things do not go our way

there is something twisted
about the sanction of human bloodbaths
for the sake of entertainment

how demoralizing it must be
for a crowd of privileged spectators
to cheer as your comrades-turned-enemies
are hacking each other down to the death

children given up like sacrificial lambs

required by the law of grown adults

the young and weak the first to go

but not without a painful death

how did we devolve?

this is the way of certain fantastical literature
and while these happenings are only dancing in stories
it won't be long before they brush our reality
and turn our way of life into a dystopian society.

ghosting afterlife;

when my body has long passed and gone
when it has returned to the earth from whence we all derive
i wish to remain close, if intangible
to the happenings of humanity

i read a book once upon a time
and while i do not wish for a gruesome death
i do wish to linger
to observe and discover places and events
that i had not the opportunity in life

life is short and beautiful
in the grand scheme of things
our human lives are but a blink of an eye
a speck of dust in the continuum of time and space

the world has been around for millions of years
our barely one hundred years are fragile like glass

i want to see the future generations be born and grow
changing our world with their innovative methods

so my greatest post-mortem desire
is to ghost the planet and galaxy
no physical inhibitions to hinder me
from seeing and experiencing all i can

and if there is a heaven in the afterlife
i hope that eternal paradise would grant me a reprieve
until i am done observing the world and its future
before i make my way to finally allow myself
a well-deserved and restful sleep

grown up;

she stands there under the canopy of trees
sunlight pours through dense leaves
shining like diamond fragments
playing hide and seek with grounded pin straw

the cool breeze tousles her hair
and a rush of memories come racing forward
of fun and friends from many years ago

we wish to grow up, as young children often dream
counting the years before high school graduation
and college applications

adulthood has come too fast
a reality shock from sheltered pasts
more freedom in many ways
but with obstacles a hundred times greater

responsibilities that we blissfully left to our parents
now they fall into our hands

we've grown up
and we've begun to find our places