an ode to the destruction of every sad poem ive ever written.

an ode to the destruction of every sad poem ive ever written.

im tired of writing sad poems.

i want to create something that makes people feel. 

i want to write about life and love and expectations and all the things i want to happen. 

i want to write about every emotion possible within the human being.

i want to take people i dont understand to places they never thought possible. 

i want to put paradise into words, i want to write about the galaxies in my veins.

to every abstract story that has ever passed my way, 

i want to destroy any possibility of impossibility. 

i want to create a new culture of thought and beauty, like the moon shining on the ocean, 

after being driven home in a pedicab 

by a man who has biked through over 34 countries. 

thirty four.

dont you believe that man might understand the impossibility of the possibility, that there are no limits to human life?

once and for all, i want to destroy my sad poems.

i want to look back on them and remember how far ive come.

i am not a sad poem anymore.

they are a representation of my will to live,

they are a manifestation of my blind heart

who has finally opened its eyes to see the kaleidoscope of the human mind.

this is an ode to the destruction of every sad poem ive ever written,

and i will write it in the stars.

i am a galaxy of bad decisions and love.

of spirited fires and art.

i am not a sad poem anymore.