The Sixth Sense
I remeber the rush.
The moment pen touches paper.
The smooth glide on blank slate.
Infinite array of options,
Potential, that I never had.
The feel wasn't all however,
It was also the mystery.
This mystery haunted the room.
Laid on my shoulders.
Resided within my mind.
Until it overflowed.
Cascading, blotted as arbritary signs
Signs that themselve meant nothing,
Unless joined in a cordant song
One continuous and fluid.
A river of feelings.
A torrent of thoughts.
Manifesting in a small portion of nature.
This is the essence of it
A concept that has so often been lost amid the natural chaos
This world brings.
This idea, rather an ideal
Is that of unity.
The sense that writing can bring forth unison .
Writer and feelings.
People and messages.
Entertainment and thoughts.
All brought face to face
Giving up a small essence of itself to the other.
This, I believe, is the essence of it.
To bring together elements, that would otherwise be disjointed.
That is the beauty of
The sixth sense.
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allamas01
I am Mexican- American. I am currently enrolled in high school. I'm in my school's track team and do community service at the local library and a science center. Writing, reading and sports are some of my favorite hobbies. I've grown up in what many people call the "ghettoes", however for me this place doesn't really coincide with the meaning people assign to that word. This place is where mama first held me, where I learned to ride a bike, where I had my first love. I look lovingly and gratefully to the ghettoes, my home. So yes, I can say that these aspects of my life have shaped me, however, my job, now, has become to shape the aspects of my life, my community and my world for the better.
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