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“Dare to reach a world you only see in your dreams.”- Makayla Dick

FluorescenceCrystal life in eminenceEuphoricI find presenceYou walk as though you knowBut bliss has its own nameA work to its fameFeeling on the lakesideA run to the waysideYou are of fortunes untoldA story to the virtuous roadWayside

What is your gameYour name?I watch you in colors, yellow flourishes in youBlue comes in wavesIf I was yours, what color would paint youA color wheel of fortuneTo which way will you spinThe left to the right, I am sightThe world never so clearSo come nearIts a fate of chanceThe paintbrush, your danceDip it in waterBegin your tranceTo the world of romanceRomanceWhat is your gameYour name?I watch you in colors, yellow flourishes in youBlue comes in wavesIf I was yours, what color would paint youA color wheel of fortuneTo which way will you spinThe left to the right, I am sightThe world never so clearSo come nearIts a fate of chanceThe paintbrush, your danceDip it in waterBegin your tranceTo the world of romanceRomancePhotos by Maksphotography

Come to me in the silence of the night;I pray you find me in my wanderingPast the love of secret storiesYou see me as your muse of inspirationThe beauty of presence in a momentYou save me to myself by writing a storyA story that breathes her first into the unknownBe my new love for a traveler to finding her homeSecret StoriesSecret StoriesPhotos by Maksphotography

Malibu sunsetMy demons are gifts, heaven-sentThey give light to darknessIronic, yes I knowBut see it this wayOur struggles lead us homeThey give light to the areas of great potentialThe greatest writers must give relatability to its readersRelatability gives hope through experienceWe as writers are breathing the lost hope of a needing soulOur demons give light to darknessMy demons are gifts, heaven-sentThey give light to darknessIronic, yes I knowBut see it this wayOur struggles lead us homeThey give light to the areas of great potentialThe greatest writers must give relatability to its readersRelatability gives hope through experienceWe as writers are breathing the lost hope of a needing soulOur demons give light to darknessAnd I heal as a gift in returnMy DemonsPhotos by Maksphotography

Let me draw nearer. Let peace overwhelm my soul and joy inhibit it. Let the devotion and dedication seep into my living. Let it drown my wandering and pull me into your understanding. God focus me from my distractions and have me take your hand in trust. I long to seek you and pursue the story you’ve laid out for me. Your plans, your purpose, your love. I want to know your story; the story you made for me to continue in through your son. Show me how to be. Show me how to rest at your guided peace and strength. You are my only constant and I pray that I see your presence in every color of your creation. God you are the only reason I am alive. It is a beautiful miracle I am up and breathing, with a reason for which I’m walking. Your steps are beside, as I fall you heal. The pain comes with direction. And the direction is only pointed out by your foreseeing power. Your ways higher than my ways. I will praise you all my days.Prayer of Peace

BelongingPhotos by Maksphotgraphy

Sight begins in the mysteryOf an old friendIn the heart of an expired phone callLong hours at grandpa's ranchTea with grandmaWalks with your sisterBabies napping in your armsThe new boy in the blockAssistance from a neighborCancerRecoveryHeartbreakHealingMiraclesBabiesStarsSunsetsCountry RoadsLoveFriendshipBelongingYou belong - MePhotos by Maksphotography

I feel the cold rainDrops flowing down as Niagara from the fallsLinking together and yelling freefallSoothing down from crevice to creviceFilling the cracks of brokennessAnd pulling in to a pool of opennessTo strength and forgivenessAt the heart of it, I beganTo a journey I would see againBut first let my tears fall downAnd let me dance in the cold rainFeeling Niagara on my skinCold Rain

Love first is patientPatient as the seas rush away and roll backThe seagulls calling for you to come inI see itI feel itI know itWhispers of wind sway meTo peaceful sounds of curiosityI will get there one day to your endMy boat will sail away to findThe very abyss of your timeBut I wait till the waves are rightAnd till the sun lays on its rays of directionThe light will be made clearAnd I will sail awaySail awayTo wonderThe wonder I was born to travel on

Every person’s soul is made of something different. We feel things that not everyone feels and we think thoughts that wouldn’t always make sense if we spoke them. The essence of ourselves is the way we view our own space and through poetry it speaks us into reality. My mind has tunnels of secret passageways to worlds I can’t even describe to you, but I know my imagination cultivates the breath inside of me. My passions run wild, setting fire to a story going out before me in my journey.I know that not everyone can understand me the way I want to be understood, but maybe that’s not the point. I think the point is to give people a path of passion and direction, with which to find the life they truly want to be known. By giving a poem you may not change the world but you can be the spark. Setting a flame on a candle that’s been dead for awhile not only lights a room but fires its own existence. Until it had been lit all it had known was what a room was and what the world had to offer around him, but then his fire was flamed and a purpose was breathed through his very essence. You have a use to light others with when your fire is lit, but you can’t be of use until someone comes to light your own candle. Poetry gives us that power. It gives us a chance to find someone out of life and light them so their passion and purpose may give them new fire. What would life be by just living it? I don’t think I was ever born to just live, but to change the systems. I want to live from substance and originality, from dreams of stories not yet told. I want a life where my eyes awake to my dream not to my reality.Inner Flame

Let poetry speak to these dreams and give some room for your words to interpret the windows to your soul. Allow the doors to open your hidden worlds you’ve kept closed for some time and let it run wild to the worlds you seek. Let me light you, so that you may also show me to the places I need re-lit from within myself. We all need you; the world was born to have you, but first you must show who the real person is among us. Let us all in on what makes you so special; call out to your flame and let it be lit. This semester has taught me so much about myself that I can’t even begin to explain. I am so thankful for Marlys Cervantes and her dedication to finding her students where they are, by giving them a hope to the person they seek to be. I love being a writer and I hope one day I can bring purpose to someone else just as she did.

12.1.20That’s a wrap for the 2020 Semester.Thank you so much for taking the time to readPhotos by Maksphotograpy are taken by me! Follow on Instagram @maks_photography12 !