Middle Ground

#ThrowbackThursdayBlog
I know this is untraditional to do in a blog but get over it this is my space on the web and I will do what I please.

"You accept darkness,
But choose to live in the light.
That you loathe us
Who teeter on the edge of nothing?
We who were turned away by both
Light and Dark--
We who were never given a choice.
We fight for what is just
But are neither praised by the Light
Nor are we pursued by the Dark.
Where in this cold world,
Do we fit in?"

The Hiding Place

Today in World Lit. II our professor went off on a tangent about couplets. As I sat there my mind started to wander and my thoughts gradually jumped on the back of my notes:

You see my face,
You see this mask,
So many questions you do ask;
Who are you?
That is the question
Which best suits my expression;
I do not know
Would be the answer,
Avoidance is my game just like some dancer;
I hide my identity
For myself, from others
Who knows me but the closest of brothers;
My God,
He knows with fullest clarity,
The secret to my flawed humanity;
I am content
That so few know my true being;
Blind eyes may continue, unseeing.

Granted my grammar and rhyming aren't the best, but it has served its purpose. My mind is now less crowded.

The Leech Called Life

I am a dreamer. I have been all of my life. My dreams are big. My dreams are extravagant. My dreams are intricate. But who is to say that my dreams are unrealistic? Unreachable? Larger than life? No one. No one but God has that kind of authority over me. So many times life comes in and tries to sabotage my dreams. People will look at me and say:

"You're too young..."

"You're too small..."

"You're too weak..."

"You're too inexperienced..."

"You're too loud..."

"You're too sensitive..."

What are these things? Excuses. Nothing but excuses for me to be "normal" like the rest of the people in the world. Excuses that will make me blend in with the rest of this hum drum society. I don't want to be like everyone else. I don't want a normal job with a normal house and a normal family. I want to be different. The only people who make a difference in the world are "different". I want to break the mold of normalcy. Life wants me to be something practical like an accountant, I want to be something creative like a musician. Life wants me to settle down and marry, I want to travel and see the world. Just because I live in this world doesn't mean that I have to do whatever people expect or think. And I more than likely won't. 

Of My Own Making

What is it to blog? I don't quite know really but I figured that I could give it a try. I am young. I have made decisions that have been good and bad. I don't have it all figured out. It is quite the contrary. I do not have much of anything figured out. My mind fills with ideas both brilliant and idiotic at times. They stay in my mind for a while and then they vanish. I need a place that is my own. I need somewhere to lay out my thoughts and process them before they are forgotten. This is why I needed a blog. This is why I created this place. And, this is where it all begins.