Her Existence

Caught a glimpse of her but that was all

My mind felt for her but my heart stalled

It was nothing less than love at first sight

Who knew she inspired my power to write?

In my dreams she lurked, on my mind she stayed

I got closer to her day by day, the love won't fade

So, I promised she'll be mine, no matter what

Cause she was the Woman I had sought

The wetness of her soft lips eroded the wall around my heart

From her I couldn't part...

Light hands from the elegant one, lifted the heaviness of my burdens

She was the play director of my heart, time to open the curtains

Her hair flowed so easy through the air

I gazed at her like a Hawk with a passionate stare

Who was she? For I had never met a Woman so cunning

This Love of ours had started blooming

Through my iris, she would be my Isis

And through it all, I will stand as her king...her Osiris

.......

It was time to open my eyes, for I had been blinded by light

Trying so hard to distort the reality that was the center of my sight

My Isis was merely a mirage of my hearts yearning

Lost in translation with the language of Love, it's pieces remain puzzling

I stop searching and begin to accept what couldn't be

The Woman that I loved so much, I knew I would never touch

She was a blemish on the pages of My Diary

The perfect beautiful lie to an ugly reality, yet the sweetest truth to an amazing fantasy

But....She doesn't exit in this time and space

Will forever settle for another face

Mirror Image

College has been a place for discovery for me the last three years of my life. At times it has been overwhelming because I never know which way to go. It's hard being sure of yourself when ultimately you never know how things will play out. The biggest thing I have learned from college at this stage of my life is that self-image is very important. I stress the importance of this concept to the infinite degree.

I have come across many people who go through extreme changes when they enter college. You have those people who re-invent themselves when they arrive. Their persona changes, their wardrobe alters, their attitude shifts,....they become a totally new person. However, with such change can come with plenty misery and discomfort. This new person becomes a heavy drinker and smoker. Things in their life pre-re-invention that they never did. It all seems cool and fun, until the good times die down and they realize that they're all alone. People that were thought to be friends are merely associates, and the wholeness they once felt is diminishing.

Self-Image is not the image that we build for everyone around us to take in. It is not the acceptance of our peers that develops this image. It is not the image that screams to be cool. Self-Image has nothing to do with anybody besides oneself. Many people go through college trying to build an image that people will remember them by. The kids who only buy the most expensive clothes just so others will envy and talk to them. When the clothes are stripped away finally realizing that the clothes made their image. Or the kids who just want to throw parties so that everyone will want to hangout with them. The Truth Hurts but these people are not comfortable in their OWN SKIN.

To me Self-Image is how I view myself. It is me being one with my mind, body, and spirit. External factors like peers and social life do not effect my self-image. I have given a lot of thought to this idea lately. I realize that most of my peers view me as the epitome of an Asshole. To me Eminem said it best, "if the shoes fit, fuck it I'll wear it." I always get asked if I am okay with how people see me and I always reply "yes", because that is not how I view myself. In my heart I know that I can be a jerk, and I'm more of an acquired taste for people to stomach. I am the in-depth thinker, poetry writer, anime watcher, sports fanatic, lyrical music listener, rpg/adventure video game player, jordan sneakerhead, fashion admirer, chick flick movie watcher, and enjoys his own company type of person. I am mellow within myself, but can be extra around others. It seems as though I am outgoing, but my reality tells me I'm shy.

Everything I said about myself would make most of my peers and associates deem me as weird and I LOVE it. I have one life to live and I can't be worried about what everyone thinks of me. Self-Image is the key to having a happier life. I developed my Image for Me, who did you develop yours for? Think about it, The Truth Hurts....