Rainbow of Thought

I've been working on this for months and it's not quite done, but I figured it's decent enough to share. It's mean't to be a slam poem, but I don't want to record me reciting it, so y'all'll (you all will) have to be content with just the thing itself. And yea, I realize its excessively long. So, without further ado, here's An Open Letter To My Hurting Friend; Hey. Look I know we don’t talk a lot and I think it’s a fair assessment to say that you and I are both socially awkward and would have no idea how to act if this letter was carried into conversational form, so I wrote it instead. You’re going through a lot. More than I can honestly relate too. Sometimes I’ll think about my day and then your name is splayed across the fabric of my mind And I want to take this burden away from you. I don’t know what to say, and I don’t truly understand, I don’t know a verse, song or poem that will brighten the days and I don’t know how to ...

The battle for the C personality is Joy. The lady teaching a biblical personality study at my church said that and I've been mulling it over all week.  To understand this post, you need to understand the DISC personality types, so here's a lil overview (Note, these are not all correct. I'm just giving a very general basis to paint a mental picture): The D is the dominant, driving, controlling, in charge person. They know how to get crap done and aren't scared to hurt your feelings in the process. They're very goal oriented and are amazing leaders. People who are very high D's will see a problem and won't be scared to fix it. Sometimes they're stubborn workaholics, but they're always practical (and fast. Very very fast.) The I is the funny, outspoken, popular person. They're very reward/fun/people oriented. They care so incredibly much for people and want everyone to share in their happiness. They can be sensitive and need attaboys (o...

This is still a work in progress, but it's why I haven't been posting as regularly as I'd like to. Again, I'm still working on this, the grammar and the wording will be an utter mess. But yeah, have fun reading it. (For those of you who don't know, I'm working on a book about an overthinking teenager who likes to make recordings of his/her thoughts. I'm leaving out all physical description of the character because I want Corey to be something different to everyone) Of bullets and bug-bites You know the phrase ‘take a bullet for’? Well, I was thinking; yes I realize how dangerous that is, but anyway, I was thinking, it's so much easier to take a bullet for someone than it is to complete a menial task for them.  My little cousin drives me absolutely insane but it's common knowledge her that if anything ever does happen, ill make sure she's safe. If someone was gonna shoot her, id take the bullet. If someone bullied her, I'd beat ...

I’d already lost two of my passengers and my last one had succumbed to the ending he believed wad the inevitable. Sharks gnashed their serrated teeth across my hull and breached into the air, reaching for my lone passenger’s limbs. It was almost impossible for me to stay afloat. The Great Storm claimed my mast, leaving the searing pain coursing through my body as the only reminder of the life i had once lived. I’m only a fishing boat but I’ve seen some things. I’ve seen burly men brought to their knees  praying to foreign gods for protection from the storms and monsters of the deep. I’ve seen nets overflowing with fish, so full that even I couldn’t carry the load. I’ve seen fellow boats surrender their cargo and captains to the frothing waves in a frantic plight to stay above water. I’ve seen the jagged rocks that have christened themselves the graveyard of my kinsmen. I’ve survived so much, but I didn’t know how I’d survive this. A fortnight ago, my captain and hi...

I am a tree. I am strong, my roots deep, branches reach high and try to paint the sky while weary birds fly and find their rest in me. I am a tree. When the rain and swirling howling winds comes, small creatures seek refuge inside, on top and underneath my thick trunk. Sparrows build their nests on my branches, squirrels hide their acorns inside the hollows of my secure body and children climb up and through my limbs, building homes, hiding places and foreign lands awaiting them to explore. I am a tree. Right now the world is shaking. The wind and rains are vehemently set on bringing me down. My beloved branches are being ripped from my body but my roots dig further and further down, plunging into the deep cool earth grasping for strongholds. I bend and bow but even as I am whipped and tossed and thrown and thrashed and crashed and bashed against the ferocious winds, I will stand. I am a tree. My branches are gone. My body is hollow. My roots are drownin...

It had finally come. Today was the day. It could be one of the most wonderful or most utterly tragic days of her young, teenage life. It started off like any other morning.... Who am I kidding? It did not start off like any other morning, 'cause I had to get up before the sun's first alarm had even gone off. It was okay though, after a restless night of tossing, turning, praying, reading and checking my alarm two billion times, I was awake and ready to start the day.  If anything, I think today was scarier and harder for my little brothers. It was Jed's first time in a huge school building, first time riding the bus, first time being in a real classroom and first time being forced to brave the bathroom (without the aid of his trusted "ducky" or "mater" ones) all by himself. Since Jed isn't quite expressive, I can only assume his day went splendidly because; First, he made it home in one piece. Second, he ate all his lunch, and third, he was excit...