GO WITH THE FLOW 🖋️
By Jeff Oliver
If you really want something, you have to prove it to yourself.
If your passion burns intensely enough,
the process can be unrelenting, putting you through hell.
You have to push, dream, and even cry.
You will surely bleed for it.
You will hear the echoes of your memories in your screams.
Discuss and speak about it.
Embrace your passion and dive straight in.
Do not let the envious rumors affect you.
Do not engage in conflict with them.
Trap the jealousy within your writing and keep it locked in.
Channel them into a frenzy that they have never experienced before.
Leave your haters behind, captured within the pages of your darkest thoughts.
Convert them into ink.
Leave them wondering who you are referring to.
Leave them to wonder about it – leave them to think.
Transform them into immortals.
Let them knock on your imaginary doors.
Allow them to scream as you have for so long.
Leave them at the portal – the portal
you have created within your mind.
Exchange their bones with your beautifully bleeding letters.
They will never fully comprehend the effort
it took to put yourself back together.
The intensity of your struggle is hitting you all at once.
The pressure of the world weighs heavily on your gut.
The intensity of your screams roars,
almost at their breaking point – almost fed up.
They will never understand your mind
or see the visions as you throw up.
The voices are swirling like an F5 tornado.
The static is shifting like stations on the radio.
Your balance is shifting into an unfamiliar ratio.
You have no option but to go with the flow.
The decision between in or out is perplexing.
Whether it is up, down or which direction to choose,
the answer may remain unknown to you.
You possess minimal knowledge – close to zero.
That is just the way it is; there is not much you can do.
They will never understand your mind
or see the visions as you throw up.
The intensity of your screams roars,
almost at their breaking point – almost fed up.
The pressure of the world weighs heavily on your gut.
The intensity of your struggle is hitting you all at once.
They will never fully comprehend the effort
it took to put yourself back together.
Exchange their bones with your beautifully bleeding letters.
Leave them at the portal – the portal
you have created within your mind.
Allow them to scream as you have for so long.
Let them knock on your imaginary doors.
Transform them into immortals.
Leave them to wonder about it – leave them to think.
Leave them wondering who you are referring to.
Convert them into ink.
Leave your haters behind, captured within
the pages of your darkest thoughts.
Channel them into a frenzy that they have never experienced before.
Trap the jealousy within your writing and keep it locked in.
Do not engage in conflict with them.
Do not let the envious rumors affect you.
Embrace your passion and dive straight in.
Discuss and speak about it.
You will hear the echoes of your memories in your screams.
You will surely bleed for it.
You have to push, dream, and even cry.
If your passion burns intensely enough,
the process can be unrelenting, putting you through hell.
If you really want something, you have to prove it to yourself.
That is just the way it is; there is not much you can do.
You possess minimal knowledge – close to zero.
Whether it is up, down or which direction to choose,
the answer may remain unknown to you.
The decision between in or out is perplexing.
You have no option but to go with the flow.
Your balance is shifting into an unfamiliar ratio.
The static is shifting like stations on the radio.
The voices are swirling like an F5 tornado.
