Amari's poems

Not So Simple

Motivation is not just fighting endless wars
with adversity that challenges our inner core
the fiber of our being that is our identity
a soul that has been born in a world of calamity
To truly understand what we are taught
we must first listen to the words that are brought
the language that flows through our minds in space
constantly morphing and evolving in every place
Our humble beginnings are not just the first chapter
there is a reason why things happen before and after
New discoveries can change the way we think
and our life can shift forever in a short, brief blink
The colors of the spectrum represent each style
we personalize who we are in each given mile
To love the way we do and appreciate our goods
comes from the experience, and asking if we should
our backgrounds are what built our current today
to dive in the deep end is a lot to seek below the waves
People have seen what we could not in the past
they might not understand our position that is cast
humans are a confusing species after all
that is why I am logical, as emotions are not so small
if I read just to understand and not take notes
then I will get so much more out of it, and then devote
If the nature of who I am is not valued enough,
and if life for me will be even more rough
then I keep enduring through the turmoil
to find my roots deep beneath this soil
even then, I tend to get distracted by my surroundings
so I keep my focus on what matters most to me
if I sort my endless stream of varying visuals
then I will reflect better on the lingering residuals
those memories are left in the past locked shut tight
everything seems to have its time in the spotlight
What I am saying is that figuring all this out takes years
knowing where you are in life is an unknown fear
This is not just a progress bar with a start and end
it is a massive labyrinth, full of twists and bends
we are not the same person yesterday and tomorrow
we find new interests, new routes to take and borrow
Our internal being is displayed in personality
what we see determines our future and mentality
not everyone has control over their situation
they endure the trials of constant dictation
the aftermath in healing is the journey past
to the road ahead and whatever comes flying by fast
I exhale as I let out all this frustration
I stay loyal, and I keep my ideals close in foundation
Admiring all the geniuses who provide brilliance
and all that I love reminds me of the resilience
in order to achieve the final hour of such creation
crafting such a beautiful art that brings me sedation
So I guess this is the point where I end this piece now
keep these thoughts inside if you can somehow
Not everything is so simple as it first may seem
only time will tell if this is all just a dream
Farewell to the reader who has read this piece,
may your day ahead be again filled with peace...