Borrowed Time From The Stars Of God. And A Whisper That Gives Hope To And For The Hopeless. Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

We are impulsive.
Quick to judge.
Quick to hate.
Quick to love.
Quick to hate.

We are rebellious.
Never bending to their rules.
Never complying with ourselves.
Never complying with others.
Never understanding why.
Never understanding why we are rebellious.

We are belligerent.
Loud.
Annoying.
Voicing our opinions whether right or wrong.
Using ourselves as an object to dismantle everything around us.

They are compelling.
Persuasive.
Almost lovable.
Gentle.
Gripping; wondrous. A Mystery to us.

They are a document.
A collection of everything.
A Page of knowledge.
A Sea of lies.
A Sea of nothing and something.

There is a doctrine.
It tells of what we can do.
Of what we can’t do.
Of whom we are.
Why we are.
Why we do.

This is our Initiative.
To be.
Or not to be.
To love or to hate.
To smile or laugh.

We are trying to find our itinerary.
Where we belong.
How we belong.
Where to go.
Who to go to.

All of us have lost our levity.
Our joy. Peace. Happiness. Sanity.
We have moments. Of vanity mainly.
We have…something.
We have borrowed time.

Now we levitate.
Over what is a mystery.
We hang in the suspense of waiting.
We live in the hopes of everything.

We know we have borrowed time.
We know how short life is.
Yet we continue to do this to ourselves.
To wish and to hope and to love.
Some of us finding it only because of luck.

Some of us not being that lucky.
Some of us just hoping to stay a drift until our last moments.
All of us not realizing that we have borrowed time.

None of us watching as the stars of God collide or as a single song whispers hope to and for the hopeless. None of us truly understanding the real definition of love, courage, hate, disdain, flattery ad etc. But maybe its better we don’t.