all life were this…come on! You know that’s not
don’t believe it. You are smarter than that.
Don’t you know you were made for greatness?
destiny won’t die.
think your soul you just have?
What in the world do we want this for?
do we refuse to hope?
do we refuse to believe,
grab hold of our destinies.
think accident causes your anguish?
think realty is not real at all? Why?
do you refuse.
Look at your soul!
Look at your pain!
think this is all reality is?
not do it. Your soul is crying.
Meaning Behind "Awaken Poetry"
was 17 years old when I wrote this. I had
just come home from a frustrating day of high
school and I remember feeling so passionately
angry towards the superficial gum smacking I had
heard all day long. To me, most of what
were considered jokes and normal conversation
were missing the intense and beautiful reality
which God made.
this poem I was crying out for people to wake up
and realize that we were meant for greater
things than crude jokes and “hotness”. I
wanted to scream at the top of my lungs:
“Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what
it is that hurts or where, until you move? There
is a second of consciousness that is clean
again. A second that is you, without memory or
experience, the animal warm and waking into a
brand new world. There is the sun dissolving the
dark, and light as clear as music, filling the
room where you sleep and the other rooms behind