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Literary (Submission): Bed



On a tired day of doubt and worry
When life turns out to be dark and blurry
And you’re all alone inside of your head
Nothing’s as great as a warm cushy bed

You’re floating on cotton made of air
Drowning in fluff of a warm fuzzy bear
Wrapping in sheets so familiar and nice
Counting the sheep and rechecking them twice

White comfy pillows listen to your plight
And dry away tears you had for tonight
So go close your eyes and sleep it away
Wait and wake up to a bright brand new day

And though to do so is way harder than said
Still, you must learn to appreciate the bed
Because you must leave it once in a while
Until it can greet you again with a smile

Literary (Submission): Mx. Plane




Dear Mr. Aviation Man,

I want to start by saying, I've always wanted to be a pilot. Ever since I can remember, I’ve always wanted to fly and travel. Just imagining myself steering an 80,000 kg hunk of metal across the ever-changing hues of the sky almost takes my breath away every time I think about it. Mr. Aviation Man, I could tell you a hundred different reasons why I want this. From the sights I want to see, to the people I can meet, to the lessons I can learn, to the lives I can touch. But beyond the obvious reasons, the core, and main reason I want to be part of the aviation industry is a reason so dear and close to my heart. I’m not sure if you’ll even understand me, but here it goes:

You see, my dad is a seaman. He usually goes away for months at a time, leaving us, his family, here on land. Even at the moment of my birth, he wasn’t here. Throughout my life, it felt like I was fatherless, never experiencing the bond other children had with their dad. Sure, I’m lucky enough to actually have a dad, but he’s almost never around, even if I want to be closer to him. I can’t just ask him to stay. He can’t just leave his job, I know that. I know he’s trying his best, I know he’s trying to earn money for us, I know that even with the distance between us, he’s still my dad, no matter how much I miss him every day he’s gone. That’s something I’m forced to accept. That’s just the way life is.

I want to be a pilot, not just for the money, not just for the fun I’m sure to have, not just for the rewards I could get, but I want to be a part of it so I can at least fool myself into believing I’m closer to him- No, I’ll be way above him. It might sound stupid, but let me have the silly fantasy of believing I’m seeing the same sights as he does- only better. I’m meeting more amazing people than he ever could, I’m learning more things than he ever can. Let me indulge in the lie that I’m flying over him, as he looks up from his boat, proud of the height I’ve achieved.


Sincerely,
Mx. Plane

Literary: In Light of Darkness





I am darkness, you are light
I run and hide, you stay and fight
As day goes down and night draws near
You shush away my doubts and fears

You say I'm light and you are darkness
Yet in my world, you are my Highness
Ready to follow you day and night
'Cause I am darkness, and you're my light

I flee from voices in my head
That tear me down with bad thoughts said

I also flee from hate and scorn
from lies and eyes and life forlorn

But in my cries, I saw you near
I hold out my hand, “There's nothing to fear.
I'm here for you, through thick or thin
In miracles, or times of sin.”

You saw through what I show the world
Behind the smile's an unknown whirl
“I'm also here, till death do we part.
You're the sunshine of my cloudy heart.”



At times, the world tells us it's wrong
We're different, we don't belong
But when light and darkness comes and collides
We go hold hands, and say, “It's true, it's right.”


Red and Blue
And
Night and Day

Silence and things left to say
Hide from disappearing sights
No more darkness, we are light
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