Amber Blossom

Amber Blossom

Jacob Vinson


An amber blossom grows before my eyes
Attune with the shining of the autumn sun
Rising at dawn like a deep violin crescendo
Slightly wilted for lack of love’s nourishment

It smiles at me with a kind passion
Emitting its own light
Whispering at me with sweet pleasantries
Wanting me to come near
Needing to be healed

My pupils shrink with curious delight
Should I pick this flower or let it bask
In natures wondrous beauty?

Would it be better off with me,
With my broken heart its only shelter?

Could we cure each others scars,
As we lie under the open stars?

Oh, amber blossom, you intrigue me
Like no other flower before
You emanate a beaming radiance
That makes me want you ever more

If I leave, will our paths ever again intertwine?
Will I regret taking a different direction-
Regret not showing you affection?
That fear of these unknown truths
Tingles throughout my spine

I don’t want to taint your soul
For I am broken and weak
But just your soft presence
Makes my heart begin to speak-
Words filled with hope that can only come true
If I stay close to you

Oh, amber blossom
You are my world
We’ll grow together
A new life shall be unfurled

Full of contentment and splendor
Adventure and unending joy
You are so magnificent and desirable-
Rivaling Helen of Troy

Oh, amber blossom
Could it be true
That we’ll see every radiant sunset-
Every rising moon
Within each others delicate view?

Oh, amber blossom
Can it be so?
Do we belong together?

Only time will tell-
Only God can know

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The Race for Wings

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The

Race

for

Wings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life is a race

It’s plain to see

Robotic armies failing to flee

From their everyday lives

With brains like a bee

Buzzing and floating

Hoping for something sweet

 

Nectar from a raindrop

Dust from the sun

Trying to be the best

Until the day they’ve won

 

Trickling through the haze

Of buildings they have made

Filled with rats, in a maze

Their vision is blurry

Burned by the sting

Of every-day automatons

Trying to gain their wings

Happy Merry Everything!

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Happy Merry Everything!

Happy holidays, incredible people!

No matter how you choose to celebrate the season, I hope you’re staying warm and feeling loved and remembering to honor your own sweet and shining self.  I am going to try to increase my blog posts where I can have more reader inflow.  If you like my blog, I encourage you to subscribe, comment, and even tell others about this blog so that you can share the optimism throughout this wonderful holiday season.

Thank You!

Jacob

The Key

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Jacob Vinson

I feel as though I am in a room of mirrors, yet instead of my own image being in them, I see several different people- several different aspects of my personality. I see the happy, the sad, the downright evil, and even the unrelenting kindness that I try to portray- as well as my many other moods and personality traits. I wonder how all of these attributes could possibly come together into one human being. Behind my grin, my frown, my smirk, and my warming smile, I see locked doors, all with compelling decorations adorning them. My smirk is the most noticeable mirror, taunting me to just give up and fail, fall into the darkness, and disappear.

I have the key to one of these doors- unfortunately, I don’t know where it fits, but I am certain it is for a door that will open and leave me facing in awe at the radiant beauty inside- a passageway that will finally set me in my place. When I pass through it, I’m sure that I will be totally and forever content with my life. When I do find this door, I will shun the bad things that my past has wrought, hold on to the good things and glide freely into the abysmal yet radiant gateway.

It sounds so nice, but realistically to accomplish a path to my correct setting, I must go through my life, morally face all of my emotions, and continue on my worldly journey for happiness. They say the journey creates the man, as does the man create the journey, and every journey begins and ends. It has its ups and downs, from seeing loved ones thrive, and others tragically perish. A journey also includes seeing nations fall and rise like the seasons, seeing the flowers blossom, grow and die, seeing the sun, feeling the rain, breathing the cold winter air, but never in vain– all in a seemingly magical and wondrous cycle.

The vanity of vanities would be to live one’s entire life without purpose, and I will fight to make sure that my own life does not end up this way. I have the key- that much is certain- and I pray that along the journey I may pick up clues that will eventually guide me to the end of my voyage- to a door in which my key fits.

As I said, every journey ends- some unfortunately end badly, but others end well. I have the power to control my destiny. I have the power to defeat the pessimism that is in my heart and soul- to destroy that demeaning smirk behind my hazel eyes and change it into a warm and calm smile- a smile that is content- for then I will no longer need a key- I will have found the place to which I belong, and in that moment, with relief, everything will be clear.

With life being so unpredictable, the two things that I would want most would to be able to live my life clearly and contently- to never have to worry if I’ve taken the wrong step, to never regret the choices that I have made, and to never doubt my next move. One day I will be free from the tangling grasp of anxiety and depression.

With the key held firmly to my heart, I press on.

The Messenger

The Messenger
A short Rendition of Geoffrey Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. We had to do this for an English assignment, so I thought I’d share it since I have no other use for it. 😛



The Messenger was young and swift, for through great perils did he have to travel to deliver his precious information. This messenger had a very important task. Troop advancements, ambushes, even something like the weather could be important information for the generals and lords. Alas, the messenger’s age brought him greed, so sometimes he kept this information to himself- or told the wrong people. As long as it got him a few florins, he was happy. Even though, he was good at heart- mostly, and the people truly loved him despite his sometimes shady ways.

The Messenger wore leather tunic on his breast for speed and a hood on his head for protection from the sun. He carried a satchel on his back for the scrolls and other bits of information that he was endowed to deliver. He often had to fight with his only weapon, a dagger that was attached to his belt, and of course, the occasional fist when things got rough. Many enemies were after this man, but the messenger always seemed to get away unharmed, for he was truly a clever and sneaky person. Ah, yet the messenger is no longer with us today, as he was sent to the lands of Persia to deliver a priceless gift to the king.

Some say he is basking in the riches of this gift, others say that the Persians tricked him- those dirty fiends. We can only hope that in the horizon we see a horse galloping swiftly towards our town, with our beloved Messenger on top, bearing great news and tales of his journeys. One day, perhaps.

Ahead of the Unknown

I’m not going to dwell on things I don’t know anymore. No one knows when this all ends and no one knows the ultimate root of happiness. I’m going beyond that and striving to be the best I can be, have the patience to be happy and make others happy. I’m going to make a difference and encourage others to do so. I have faith in these things, because for once in my life I believe in myself, and I believe in us as a whole. Without this trust we are surely doomed. Even if it means that we turn out worse in the long run, as long as we achieve a step towards greatness, maybe a footprint, or a mark in time itself. If we don’t achieve any of this we are inclined to wither away, as many have, remembered by none, like an insolent speck of dust, joining with others- hazing the vision of a better life and a just society.


We must see beyond the haze.

We will see the light with our own eyes.

And it will shine bright, as bright as the heavens — a vision of hope to all who sees — and they will know:

There is greatness in this world. Let it unfold.