its hard to feel happy when the world is sad. but its worse to be sad, when the world is happy.
we keep reading between the lines.
its blank, there’s nothing there.
we need to stop. there’s nothing there.
imagine the possibilities
if we turned off the tv,
stopped listening to them,
and started listening to each other.
my words are thick, heavy.
they drop like soaked boots on a floor, upon entering through the front door —
they burn, each syllable ignites like dry brush pierced by the bold sun.
their fires heal,
leaving paths of resilient life.
they feel — every ounce of my mind,
every clip of memory i’ve tried so desperately to hide.
they exile the deep cold —
with power like water released through a floodgate.
they are strong words. they know no fear,
no understanding of lie.
and take one-way flights from doubt
to absolute conviction.
—Erica D. Percy
Surely the most devastating and dangerous weapon this world will ever see – is ignorance.
How to procrastinate
that keeps me positive,
that keeps me hooked
There are endless,
great, unusual things in this world
And, no —
we will not be able
to see them all…
but we should want to.
There are times that call for planning - well thought out, meticulous planning.
And there are times that call for head first, hit the ground running, full speed ahead, blind leaps of faith to happen. These times are where we learn, where we live.
Silent, I sit.
Like a bell,
Scarred with history.
An inescapable reminder of my imperfection,
my flaunted failure.
I represent liberty, and freedom,
that rang once.
I never ring again.
Because who would want ring
a broken bell.
The trees whispered in my ear, a song -
with wind as a bass line,
that struck a chord inside
that began a movement that caused feet to tap,
heads to bob,
waists to wiggle,
shoulders to shake.
The World it played, and I sang with it.
“SING ME A TUNE!” shouted I.
And it answered.
The sounds reverberated against the walls of the World,
so strong they picked us up and danced.
We danced like flames on a match –
that kept burning even after there was nothing left to burn from.
“COME HEAVENS! COME HELLS! COME CELESTIAL BODIES IN THE NIGHT SKY! COME CREATURES UNKNOWN!” rang the Earth.
All night we danced as the music boomed with the beat of thunder,
and lightning ripped through notes like a symbol.
Rain, sharp as a knife, fell onto the acoustic ground.
I danced, and danced, and danced with no tiring.
Never slowed – paired with the universal sound as a life force.
We never stopped, the music never ended – it went on, and on
and the world roared and roared its musical mouth -
until it stopped. Because it was 7:00 AM on a Monday,
and it was time for work.
-Erica D. Percy