For this week I am just going to post up some old writing that I was reading this weekend. Hope you enjoy.
BOLD I WOULD BE:
Waking before dawn would be too bold for me.
To experience a full day of what might seem enjoyable.
Yet there is always this unwanted experience that never happens.
I am convinced otherwise, in anticipation for the unexpected;
Bold I would be
It demands so much more than I feel I can offer
It causes one inspire in the most desperate of times
Even if that causes me to expire
Shivers of brisk winds spread the words of my breath
And it dangles above me, flaunting its furrowed brow
Ah yes to be bold indeed would be like reading a book you wrote that hasn’t even been finished yet. The irony of being bold is that most often then not it comes in the most naked of times.
Bold I would continue to be.
Like a child who continues to be bullied for every last cent, and still he freely gives as it is taken from him.
Hail beats furiously upon those who never take cover and never prepare. Hollow are the souls of those who fill their lives with premature pleasures.
Bold I would be
if I could only see past… me
This is really random. I know!
