Fill Your Own Chapter...

The beginning of Christmas morning didn’t start with the thought of opening gifts or gathering with family. It began with a memory—one that took me back to a time when things weren’t so clear, but when my understanding of the world started to grow. As we age, change isn’t just something that happens within us; it happens around us, too. Friends, neighbors, and even family evolve. Not everyone will stay the same, and that’s part of life. The person you were yesterday might be a stranger’s tomorrow. One day, you might be struggling, but remember—someone else might be facing worse. Or maybe they’re in a better place than you are. It’s essential to stay aware of your surroundings and perspective.

You’ll find yourself surrounded by people who make decisions based on logic, emotions, or pure instinct. Some will influence you, whether knowingly or not. And while you’ll face doubts and criticism from those around you—even from friends—they might not always take you seriously. They’ll laugh or belittle your ideas, even though you know your path is clear. It’s often about respect. You didn’t intend for things to play out this way, but they did. And despite their judgments, you stay grounded. They may not fully appreciate your intellect or abilities, and at times, they might even try to challenge or undermine you. But you remain steadfast. You don't bend, nor do you surrender.

While they may not understand your journey today, in time, they will. Eventually, they’ll recognize your vision and follow your lead when they grasp the deeper purpose behind your actions. You don’t need to explain yourself to everyone. You keep your circle tight and your words measured—speaking only when necessary. You stay on the outside, always leading, never following. And if they manage to knock you down physically, they can’t touch your mind or your spirit. That’s yours to protect.

The Broken Life (Poem)

The time we often use to express pain—
Some use it for their joy. But not me.

Not happy, thankful, but unsatisfied—
My heart rejected what was happening
Before it could even settle.

No word, no poem, or any tool used to express
Could truly capture an understanding of my situation.

I lost my two front teeth, which, at the time,
Were noticeably one of my best features.

What were once square teeth now resemble the letter W.

I was repeatedly asked to emphasize the feeling endured
When I came into contact with the brick wall.

I said: Imagine being stung by a taser,
Losing all four of your senses in just a few seconds,
Then everything comes back to normal—except one thing.

But I knew, from that very moment,
The fun interactions held between my brother and me
Would be no more.

We see siblings as the firefighter to our fire—
When we’re home alone and no one is around,
When life comes crashing down so fast—
But your sibling is there.

That is a great feeling.

But in the moment when
What happened to me happens to you—
All of the happy memories and so forth
Get placed behind you without a second thought.

You wake up and look in the mirror,
But your smile isn’t the same.
Your life has just changed,
And you are grieving with pain.

OUR GHOST ~ POETRY

I see you when you walk
I see you when you talk
I see you when you cook
I see what’s on the chalk

Your friends don’t know, and neither do you
I can see, but you never can

I run through the walls as you rush into your room
You sigh with frustration, but why the despair?
Maybe you need a friend—sorry, I’m not there

A walking stick and dark shades aren’t needed
You can see me clearly, but only partially—'cause you’ll never find me

Welcome to my life—I’m lonely in your house
These walls have me claustrophobic, or maybe I’m lost

Turn on the lights, or keep them off
I am under the bed, in the closet, or running through the halls
Or maybe I am dead

Riddle me this, and riddle me that
Love is so fake when you're all that you have
But I love myself truly, and that is a fact
Whisper me something, and I’ll bring you to the past

I wish you could see me, but I can scare them—it’s no fun
When I’m all that you have

See you later—not yet, too soon
I’m just a ghost... but please don’t say “Boo!”

We’ve All Been There

We've All Been There..... "We've all been where?" some would say. We may not experience the exact same struggles or dig the same tunnels, but a lot of events in life are connected. A lot of what happens in life takes place for a specific reason. Now I don't want to turn this into a religious post, but I just want people to see where I'm coming from. Writing in my journal or in my notes was the one thing that relaxed my mind, calmed my mood, and was the best way to let out my anger. But why writing? Why not express yourself to family or closest friends?

Family was there, but I knew some wouldn't understand the principle of why I did what I did. They would use ignorance as a way of putting me in my place. Let me break that down for you. They simply don't understand what I'm going through. It's as easy as that. When I started writing in my journal, my vocabulary, but more importantly the format of my writing, was to where I obviously had to know what I was talking about, but to the point where people would want to know more of what I was talking about. I guess I just wanted people to know of what was going on in my head, in my surroundings, but also to get an idea of what I was trying to achieve. Hundreds and hundreds of journal entries, all with one purpose.

I sit down at this laptop, turn on my music, and just think. I don't know who else has been in this specific spot, but I do it all the time. I think about my day, grab my pen and paper, or pull the laptop closer because I'm about to write. I'm about to write till my mind is clear, till I can't think anymore. When you love to do something, you do it because of the benefit it has for you but also because of the motive and for whom you are doing it for as well. We've all been in that spot where we feel lost, feel troubled, and feel broken, but don't look down in disappointment. Look up and say, "I've just gone through something troubling, but I'm not going to bury this in me, but I will use my experience to help others and guide them."

You may not have wanted to help others that way, but I use my writing as my help but also for others. When I tell other people to write, it can simplify matters. So what if you have a diary? Who cares what you do to better yourself? The only person that should care is you. I'm happy to this day because people have told me that I have changed their lives, I have helped them to move on and be strong, and I have helped them find purpose in their lives.

The title can be contradictory, but the story, the words, is the source; they are what helps back it up. Although it may not be 100%, it plays a part.