Thought Storage

I'm in a familiar place
without familiar faces.

I'm a stand-alone being.

A shelf for your thoughts
and ideas to rest on.
What you forget,
I remember.

Everything under the sun.
I'm an attic filled to the brim.
Overflow and forget what's in me,
until one day someone cleans me out.

Emptiness becomes fulfillment, a quiet,
peaceful blank slate of silence and loneliness.

Grab the chalk, make it messy,
and clean it all over again.

How quaint, to be so simple-minded.
To have the option to keep,
but to give in spite of the junk
the world loves to fill you up with.

I Never Want to Go Back

My worth is greater than my past,
my faults, my regrets, and my shortcomings.

I will take a somber look at my memories,
see the beauty in mistakes
and bad decisions made.

The magic of moving on,
is finding peace in the fact
that some lessons are self-taught.
Lessons that couldn't exist
without mistakes to lead the way.

If confidence is in short supply-
it's easier to see your growth

Outrage IS an Issue

You lose your rationale,
stop making sense.

Who cares what's common?

Your head bloats like a balloon,
floats toward outer space,
and pops.

Wow, you were SO full
of SO much hot air.

At least that's the only thing
you've proven to me,
and isn't it kind of amazing?

How your point of view
is the only one in existence
when you're angry.

Isn't it interesting?
Incredibly convenient?
How your perspective skews reality?

The way it can contort
someone's true intentions?

Turn them into a villainous creature,
even if they have the greatest heart,
with the greatest of intentions.

That's Character

If you find yourself depressed,
give until you've got nothing left.

You'll find you've got no
depression left to trouble you.

Give until you've got nothing left
and you'll have nothing left to lose.

The tight hold you keep on yourself. 
The suffocating battle,
you'll lose yourself in every time.

You find yourself swept up,
let life fall into piles in your house.
Get carried away,
of course that's easy to do.

Hoarding emotions and baggage
as if they were money in the bank.

Unlike cash, 
wisdom stores itself inside
for a sad rainy day instead.