Broad Spectrum

A whirlwind of eclectic insanity composes what adults have pinned as the “teenage years.” We are just a bunch of hormone raging, juvenile delinquents with lots of time on our hands. And it’s during this period of our lives when we must make some of the hardest decisions we have ever had to make, like ...

I know a girl who is filled with scars. Scars from loving too much and caring more than she should. She wanders the world in hopes to escape her labyrinth. "I don't see any scars," says society. I know a girl who struggles to keep her faith and to find hope. She sits alone at night unable to sleep because her thoughts run wild in the jungle of her brain. Second guessing how others feel about her only makes it worse. "She isn't lost. She smiles all the time," says society. I know a girl who d...

The world awaits. The swift breeze calls my name and tells me to do unimaginable things. The road is paved for me to wander on. That's all I really do. I wander from place to place searching for an unknown sanity. Maybe if I live in such a place the insanity inside myself will balance out with the sane aura. But, what fun is that? The world awaits me with adventure. It is calling me to make art and make love and make beautiful things I never thought I was capable of. The glisteni...

I am entirely engulfed in my mind. I occasionally have some sense of who I am and who I want to be. But right now I have not a clue. I feel a certain yearning for someone to hold me close. It's like I am afraid to be alone. But I suppose I am. I have no idea who I am. I know that I love art. Art is who I am. It expresses me in thousands of ways. I am expressed in every bend and curve of the road I travel on. I am the silence in a room full of people. I am the surreality of the human corp...

Every corner my head turns to, my eyes gaze upon empty cans of alcohol. There on the ground, there on that table, and there, crushed in front of the microphone stand. I never understood a person's desire to allow themselves to lose complete control of their own body, to not have a set state of mind. I wonder why they feel the need to get drunk, to get high, to lose themselves in something toxic. Sometimes it's a person, sometimes it's a blunt, sometimes it's a bottle of vodka, and sometimes i...

I was born in a colorless town, near the astonishing light of my own being. I was a mistake hated by some, but eventually grew part of the family. The people lingered around me as the world I lived in carried a gentle aura and little worries. Hallways overflowing with children led me into a classroom of knowledge. A delicate timeworn teacher took me under her wing. At home a divorce severed the family. On Sundays, the cheerless child traveled from household to household, one long car ride awa...

Oh, baby girl, it is going to get rough. It is going to get so rough your lungs will stop functioning and your eyes are going to run out of tears. There will be times when you are up all night wondering if the pain will ever end. But remember the moment when you were four years old and your only worry was beating your playmates in hide and seek. Savor that perfect moment, babygirl. Remember the endless laughter and the sense of freedom when you maxed out on the swings and were so high you cou...

I am not sure if you will ever exist, but I have hopes that you eventually will. I know that if you do one day come along, you will be the most precious gift God will ever deliver, however, you will only be on loan to me. And until the day that our father rings the church bells for you to return home, I will preach to you all of my knowledge and protect you with my everything. I long to give your first bath, when your pinkie toe splashes the warm water and sends shivers up your spine. I long ...