Oro Médula Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

I'm not incapable of writing happier themed poems
It's just not what I feel at my heart's core
I feel all my emotions and sort them out properly
They aren't ignored
My solar plexus continuously pours out endless fire
At the root of my being is still that ambitious fourteen year old
With dreams still realistic
But with the mind of a twenty year old optimistic-realist
I don't fake emotions, if I felt it, I feel it, and mean it
If I said it, I meant
I take my poems seriously
I just, at the moment
Have no room for joyous or romantic poetry
At the moment
Constancy is what I strive for
Constancy is written in lead on a sheet of paper, not rock
Change is the only constant
If you do change your constancy
It needs to be for the better
But think first
How will it affect those around you?
But at my heart's core?
Evolution is all I want in life

Shalom