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Know Thyself (Work in Progress)


To know yourself is to know all you must.
Yet it is just I whom I know little of.
Simple semantic facts about my own personality elude me.
I'm a starving cheetah, lacking the ability to find it's prey.
Running, all throughout the day, my search ends the same. 
I don't know anything of myself, only my name.
When I sleep, my dreams do not stay.
As the sun rises and I open my eyes,
all I taste is blood and salt from last night's cries.

What do I know?
I know I am not evil, I'm too compassionate. 
I know I am not good, for I am less than selfless. 
What does that leave? 
Am I just the result of karma's ambivalence?

I'm in love, that I am sure;
But am I loved? That answer is obscure.

 

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Hyp3rNov4k

Hi, my name is Brandon Russell Allen, though I prefer to be addressed by my middle name. I'm a 16-year-old JROTC Cadet Captain at Brookwood High-school, and an aspiring police officer. My plans after high-school involve going into active duty in the Marine Corps while I complete my Major in criminal justice at a local college. I've lived in the following towns (list is chronologically ordered): Portland, Oregon Los Angeles, California Hollywood, California Las Vegas, Nevada Henderson, Nevada Scottsdale, Arizona Phoenix, Arizona Queen Creek, Arizona San Tan Valley, Arizona Adamsville, Alabama Vance, Alabama Due to the lack of financial stability, I've moved practically all along the west coast of the US, hoping to settle. Every year or so, I find myself being torn away from everything I've built. This has led me to feel as if I'm awaiting a rapidly approaching deadline constantly. Whether or not there is one. I usually write poems about my emotions, whether it's heartbreak, or homesickness. Though, every now and then I might throw an oddball at you. Thank you for reading my bio, I hope you're having a good day.

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