There is a light coming out of my bathroom.
The generator of the light fizzes and pops.
But the gleam that reflects hits me in the dark.
I'm doing something I really shouldn't.
Something that takes away pain, and causes fear.
I see years of colored hurt on the floor.
Something happens with each slice.
I hear a footstep intended for my ears.
A relation of mine stalks into my bubble.
Grabbing my pain reliever she dims the bathroom light.
Leaves me there to bleed out.
I fall on the floor into the middle of the light.
There is peace exuding from my face as I realize I'm alone, again.
Yes, that piece of metal is gone but a light from my bathroom burns through me.
My eyes flutter as I enjoy a vision of a person I love.
One whose light fills me even though she's not here.
I hear a brief tap on the bathroom window.
The bathroom light blinds the knocker.
Prying myself off from the ground, I reach up to the latch.
An open window gushes in a flood of cold ice, but brings in an angel of comfort.
The arms that wrap around me are warm, and add to the bathroom light.
Brown wavy hair falls around me.
Hands that carry a ring with a rose, and another ring with diamonds around it hold me tightly.
Yet again, I hear a footstep intended for my ears.
That relation steps on my bubble.
That relation tears me away from my angel with the rings.
She slaps the scars all around, and punches out the pungent smell of blood.
As the angel of mercy reaches me, she carries me up, and away as I fly with her to heaven.
The bathroom light drains out.
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Sunday, October 24, 2010
An Earliest Memory
Visit, a word my brother gave when he got home from the navy.
Woke, a word that describes what I did on this one morning.
Got a few hours of unexciting sleep last night.
Wandering into the kitchen to see a voice.
Sitting on a stool, was my brother.
Talking about the weather, he was.
Hung up about what to eat for breakfast.
Ran, the thing I did when he called my name.
Jumped, the next thing I did when he said, "hey honey."
Snuck a bite of his breakfast that our mom didn't want me to taste.
Went downstairs to enjoy some time.
Watched a princess movie.
Cuddled to death, I fell asleep.
Woke, a word that describes what I did on this one morning.
Got a few hours of unexciting sleep last night.
Wandering into the kitchen to see a voice.
Sitting on a stool, was my brother.
Talking about the weather, he was.
Hung up about what to eat for breakfast.
Ran, the thing I did when he called my name.
Jumped, the next thing I did when he said, "hey honey."
Snuck a bite of his breakfast that our mom didn't want me to taste.
Went downstairs to enjoy some time.
Watched a princess movie.
Cuddled to death, I fell asleep.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Painting A Picture
Painting a picture in my head.
Down with me, I drag a flashlight, and some literature.
Snuggling under the covers of my bed,
painting a picture.
As I read, I drift off to a place that cannot be said.
I envision a universe where everything is made of texture.
There are bunnies jumping out of trees that are dead.
I met a man who's spirit was mature.
He piled love and, all else he had at my head.
I decided to accept his love, and nurture.
Painting a picture.
Down with me, I drag a flashlight, and some literature.
Snuggling under the covers of my bed,
painting a picture.
As I read, I drift off to a place that cannot be said.
I envision a universe where everything is made of texture.
There are bunnies jumping out of trees that are dead.
I met a man who's spirit was mature.
He piled love and, all else he had at my head.
I decided to accept his love, and nurture.
Painting a picture.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
My Soul's Biggest Regret
Now out embracing the streets, him I could not save
There is one memory I won't forget
When you live free, you die hard, don't look back
Applied to my brother, this line is said
There is one memory I won't forget
Another mother had another son
Applied to my brother, this line is said
This son had to hover for sanities sake
Deeply stabbed, my brother fell to his doom
There is one memory I won't forget
Darkness filled his soul, hatred consumed him
Applied to my brother, this line is said
There is one memory I won't forget
A curse fell over him, a curse of pain
Applied to my brother, this line is said
His loving gruff face I took in my hands
Clinging sad scared hands held onto my arms
This is one memory I won't forget
Tears of pain and personal regret flowed
Applied to my brother, this line is said
There is one memory I won't forget
Watching a neglected man walk away
Applied to my brother, this line is said
Leaving his footprint on people's hearts
People walked all over and away from this man
This is one memory I won't forget
He finally got sick and jumped away
Applied to my brother this line is said
There is one memory I won't forget
A brother embraced a small young girl
Applied to my brother, this line is said
Now out embracing the streets, him I could not save
There is one memory I won't forget
When you live free, you die hard, don't look back
Applied to my brother, this line is said
There is one memory I won't forget
Another mother had another son
Applied to my brother, this line is said
This son had to hover for sanities sake
Deeply stabbed, my brother fell to his doom
There is one memory I won't forget
Darkness filled his soul, hatred consumed him
Applied to my brother, this line is said
There is one memory I won't forget
A curse fell over him, a curse of pain
Applied to my brother, this line is said
His loving gruff face I took in my hands
Clinging sad scared hands held onto my arms
This is one memory I won't forget
Tears of pain and personal regret flowed
Applied to my brother, this line is said
There is one memory I won't forget
Watching a neglected man walk away
Applied to my brother, this line is said
Leaving his footprint on people's hearts
People walked all over and away from this man
This is one memory I won't forget
He finally got sick and jumped away
Applied to my brother this line is said
There is one memory I won't forget
A brother embraced a small young girl
Applied to my brother, this line is said
Now out embracing the streets, him I could not save
Be That Person...
Be that person.
Be that joy.
Be that eternal ray of unique.
Be that blessing, and cursing.
Be that sweet, and sour influence.
Be that salty piece of candy.
Be that person to take on too much.
Be that person that will then be willing to drop, and admit.
Be that dark shadow.
Be that person who does, and does not care.
Be that oxymoron.
Be who your genes say.
Be that.
Be that joy.
Be that eternal ray of unique.
Be that blessing, and cursing.
Be that sweet, and sour influence.
Be that salty piece of candy.
Be that person to take on too much.
Be that person that will then be willing to drop, and admit.
Be that dark shadow.
Be that person who does, and does not care.
Be that oxymoron.
Be who your genes say.
Be that.
To Be Means...
To be, means to observe.
To be, means using your eyes.
To be, means feeling.
To be, means not living a lie.
To be, means giving all you've got to every breath you see.
To be, means seeing a little more than most.
To be, means hearing the silent sounds.
To be, means opening your heart, and mind, safely.
To be, means always pursing tomorrow's hardships, and joys.
To be, means that while pursing, you make the most of what you find.
To be, means to breath.
To be, means using your eyes.
To be, means feeling.
To be, means not living a lie.
To be, means giving all you've got to every breath you see.
To be, means seeing a little more than most.
To be, means hearing the silent sounds.
To be, means opening your heart, and mind, safely.
To be, means always pursing tomorrow's hardships, and joys.
To be, means that while pursing, you make the most of what you find.
To be, means to breath.
Blackout
That potential sign
Upon the final attack.
Un-identified,
repeated pain.
Stabbing is the feeling.
It's like playing a violent video game,
on a Friday night.
The game where puncturing a lung,
means extra brownie points.
At the end of the reality, when you
end up in your grave in a marble cemetery,
you wish you could go back to fix your broken timeline.
Remnants of your clothing are still left laying in your room.
These last few weeks, do you wish now you had cooperated with the joystick.
Upon the final attack.
Un-identified,
repeated pain.
Stabbing is the feeling.
It's like playing a violent video game,
on a Friday night.
The game where puncturing a lung,
means extra brownie points.
At the end of the reality, when you
end up in your grave in a marble cemetery,
you wish you could go back to fix your broken timeline.
Remnants of your clothing are still left laying in your room.
These last few weeks, do you wish now you had cooperated with the joystick.
Rain Vision
Droplets are driven on the beauty of a bird's wings.
Wet makes your makeup run, and your hair freeze,
driven by a greater power's invisible hand.
At some point, rain has become everywhere.
Then, suddenly it blows back up to heaven.
Wet makes your makeup run, and your hair freeze,
driven by a greater power's invisible hand.
At some point, rain has become everywhere.
Then, suddenly it blows back up to heaven.
Remembrance
When I remember
I think of your eyes
Those brown but sometimes blue pupils
I think of your hands drawing in the art-room
The figure of a face arising from the pencil
I think of a feeling in my heart
A feeling of peace, a peace that tells me to let go of control
I remember you saying that you'd never leave me to be alone
There's the memory of me running in the rain
I always used to slip.
Now I'm no longer,
alone in the rain.
I think of your eyes
Those brown but sometimes blue pupils
I think of your hands drawing in the art-room
The figure of a face arising from the pencil
I think of a feeling in my heart
A feeling of peace, a peace that tells me to let go of control
I remember you saying that you'd never leave me to be alone
There's the memory of me running in the rain
I always used to slip.
Now I'm no longer,
alone in the rain.
Earliest Memory
Gracefully
Walking down the hallway
Then, running, and crying into my brother's navy named arms.
We stood in the hallway.
Nothing around but warmth, and safety.
Walking down the hallway
Then, running, and crying into my brother's navy named arms.
We stood in the hallway.
Nothing around but warmth, and safety.
Loving You
I can't touch you nor give you anything.
But, I want you to know something.
Maybe it'll mean more considering it's not based on touch.
I want to say a simple, "I love you."
It doesn't seem like everything in my heart though.
But maybe my love can travel through to you.
Then you would feel my deep love for you.
Remember though that verbally speaking,
though I'd love to hug you and give you a gift,
all I will say is, "I love you."
But, I want you to know something.
Maybe it'll mean more considering it's not based on touch.
I want to say a simple, "I love you."
It doesn't seem like everything in my heart though.
But maybe my love can travel through to you.
Then you would feel my deep love for you.
Remember though that verbally speaking,
though I'd love to hug you and give you a gift,
all I will say is, "I love you."
Above is Unknown
We have no specific word for what is above us outside.
When I look up I see a,
well, I'm not sure of what I see.
Maybe it's a color babies would wear.
Something that looks like a cotton ball at times.
Maybe there's a color that has an unknown name I could use.
Since it's unknown, maybe I could say that there is deepness.
A deepness of a sometimes pale but dark color.
The white expanse of puffiness, just dying to be poked,
but too far up to be prodded.
Let's leave the unknown in the sky unknown.
Imagine each his own.
When I look up I see a,
well, I'm not sure of what I see.
Maybe it's a color babies would wear.
Something that looks like a cotton ball at times.
Maybe there's a color that has an unknown name I could use.
Since it's unknown, maybe I could say that there is deepness.
A deepness of a sometimes pale but dark color.
The white expanse of puffiness, just dying to be poked,
but too far up to be prodded.
Let's leave the unknown in the sky unknown.
Imagine each his own.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
License Plate Poetry
Every day is fresh, with no bumps yet
Kindly letting spring start
Zippy descripes your behavior with ease
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Got to
Got to keep silent
And all my memories will arise
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Any and every moment is subject to unreversable changing moments
Do what makes memories
You are the creator of your future
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Eagerly awaiting the new day with open warmth-covered arms
Gaining control of what's ahead
And a sunset
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Digging in dirt causes the crystals to soften and fall
Quiet
Quickness
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Carry me into my happy, quiet, beautiful, place of peace
Love me until your heart fails.
Follow me.
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Can you see?
That my heart is yours?
Yes, you can't see.
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Can my heart fade?
Make it fade so I don't have to
And then make me your heart.
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Fantisize
Dirt roads blowing
Zoo animals parade
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Being aware of what's worthy of attention
Does this:
Does the job of assorting life's little problems
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Just keepin' up with life
Making stuff of the challenges that are thrown hard
Kindness
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Any time a leaf dops
God grows the remembered replacement
Justify
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Can you hear the sound of the guitar?
Blow on the strings and a sound beautifully combines
Can't hear that?
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
The sky:snow filled
Buttermilk pancakes:rich creamy coated delicious filled
Zoo's:kind loving mothers:business filled
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Open hearted heart throb
Heart, respond with the band-aid of some unrequited love
Let this love of a heart die
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Notice gazes of that boy on that tear stricken girl
Each wanted another
But too afraid to comfort the other's heart
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Every tear that falls turns into smiles
Vastly
Never stop falling tears
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Kindness becomes appreciated
Right when someone's pride fades, and it's given
Zealously fades in and out
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One lie
An untruthful statement ruins the trust of another being
Never stopped
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One that day, on that hour, on that timed minute
Xeric seconds
The end approaches
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Xanadu
Yes
Zaria
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*Note: The very last poem is very weird but it's supposed to be about how a trading country (Zaria) is "Yes" a very dry place (Xandau)... To be honest, I'm not sure it is.
Kindly letting spring start
Zippy descripes your behavior with ease
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Got to
Got to keep silent
And all my memories will arise
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Any and every moment is subject to unreversable changing moments
Do what makes memories
You are the creator of your future
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Eagerly awaiting the new day with open warmth-covered arms
Gaining control of what's ahead
And a sunset
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Digging in dirt causes the crystals to soften and fall
Quiet
Quickness
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Carry me into my happy, quiet, beautiful, place of peace
Love me until your heart fails.
Follow me.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Can you see?
That my heart is yours?
Yes, you can't see.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Can my heart fade?
Make it fade so I don't have to
And then make me your heart.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Fantisize
Dirt roads blowing
Zoo animals parade
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Being aware of what's worthy of attention
Does this:
Does the job of assorting life's little problems
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Just keepin' up with life
Making stuff of the challenges that are thrown hard
Kindness
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Any time a leaf dops
God grows the remembered replacement
Justify
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Can you hear the sound of the guitar?
Blow on the strings and a sound beautifully combines
Can't hear that?
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
The sky:snow filled
Buttermilk pancakes:rich creamy coated delicious filled
Zoo's:kind loving mothers:business filled
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Open hearted heart throb
Heart, respond with the band-aid of some unrequited love
Let this love of a heart die
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Notice gazes of that boy on that tear stricken girl
Each wanted another
But too afraid to comfort the other's heart
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Every tear that falls turns into smiles
Vastly
Never stop falling tears
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Kindness becomes appreciated
Right when someone's pride fades, and it's given
Zealously fades in and out
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
One lie
An untruthful statement ruins the trust of another being
Never stopped
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
One that day, on that hour, on that timed minute
Xeric seconds
The end approaches
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Xanadu
Yes
Zaria
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*Note: The very last poem is very weird but it's supposed to be about how a trading country (Zaria) is "Yes" a very dry place (Xandau)... To be honest, I'm not sure it is.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Imagine This
Imagine a magical universe
Where sleep brushes you in
Dreams rein in your mind
Where once you've awoken
You'll never go back
A dream you'll imagine as much as your first kiss
Imagine a butterfly kiss
The strands of an eyelash finding your cheek
Could be hard, could be soft, depending on the mascara
Whatever the texture, the sentiment is the value
Imagine your grandma's kitchen
Your favorite scents
Sticky gooey oatmeal with sugar coated oats
Melt in your mouth milk and remembered raisons
Soft shaped cheesy salty buttery goodness in a noodle shape
Can't you just taste the chocolaty chip running through that cookie
Imagine laying in a hammock and what you'd see
Clouds on either side of you eyes
Not an end in sight
The feel of the material you're laying on makes you think
Are those clouds made of soft cotton?
Are those stars made of hard diamonds?
Imagine your life's journeys
How they could have been different and still led up to now
Could they have changed today's outcome
Remember the coffee spilling on your shirt and the feeling
Remember the day your dog died and how peaceful he looked
There is so much to visualize.
Imagine.
Where sleep brushes you in
Dreams rein in your mind
Where once you've awoken
You'll never go back
A dream you'll imagine as much as your first kiss
Imagine a butterfly kiss
The strands of an eyelash finding your cheek
Could be hard, could be soft, depending on the mascara
Whatever the texture, the sentiment is the value
Imagine your grandma's kitchen
Your favorite scents
Sticky gooey oatmeal with sugar coated oats
Melt in your mouth milk and remembered raisons
Soft shaped cheesy salty buttery goodness in a noodle shape
Can't you just taste the chocolaty chip running through that cookie
Imagine laying in a hammock and what you'd see
Clouds on either side of you eyes
Not an end in sight
The feel of the material you're laying on makes you think
Are those clouds made of soft cotton?
Are those stars made of hard diamonds?
Imagine your life's journeys
How they could have been different and still led up to now
Could they have changed today's outcome
Remember the coffee spilling on your shirt and the feeling
Remember the day your dog died and how peaceful he looked
There is so much to visualize.
Imagine.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Written Fear
A pounding in your chest
Remember that sickening thump
A butterfly biting your stomach
The pinching out of whatever you just ate
A hot piece of coal
Making sure your feet never truly hit the floor
A touch of a spark spat in your eye
Hoping you are made to close you lid, blind to the enemy
A feeling in your heart
That something is beyond wrong
Remember that sickening thump
A butterfly biting your stomach
The pinching out of whatever you just ate
A hot piece of coal
Making sure your feet never truly hit the floor
A touch of a spark spat in your eye
Hoping you are made to close you lid, blind to the enemy
A feeling in your heart
That something is beyond wrong
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Have I Told You?
Have I told you lately
How much I love you?
The way the snow sparkles in your eyes
Autumn leaves dancing behind your hair
Rocks crunching underneath your tennis shoes
Have I told you lately
How much I adore you?
Your understanding heart,
The humbleness in your soul
The hardness of your mind.
Have I told you lately
How much my heart hurts for you?
To see your inside outside sadness
Your a teen mom in a matter of speaking
You care and babysit your brothers
While your mom and step-day work away
You play your part well, but I'd love to change your life
Have I told you lately
How much I can feel your soul?
The way empathy consumes my heart?
My heart breaks when yours aches
There is this invisible string that runs deep
Am I going too far?
Have I told you lately
How much you surprise me?
When I let something out of my mind, you already knew
It's as if you get my mind.
Have I told you that I'm beyond glad that your happy
As I've told you before, as long as your happy, I am too
Stay true to the girl I met not long ago
The girl that is one of the few that strengthens me
Thank you for doing that.
Have I told you before
That I know you'll never leave
After much writing and talking and convincing, I believe
Doubt doesn't consume me, which really did take a weight off
I appreciate your daily reassurance
It's something I need
Have I told you lately
That I'll always be here?
How much you mean to me?
I know that this is a big guess, and I'm not afraid to infer
But I never need to tell you, you know already.
How much I love you?
The way the snow sparkles in your eyes
Autumn leaves dancing behind your hair
Rocks crunching underneath your tennis shoes
Have I told you lately
How much I adore you?
Your understanding heart,
The humbleness in your soul
The hardness of your mind.
Have I told you lately
How much my heart hurts for you?
To see your inside outside sadness
Your a teen mom in a matter of speaking
You care and babysit your brothers
While your mom and step-day work away
You play your part well, but I'd love to change your life
Have I told you lately
How much I can feel your soul?
The way empathy consumes my heart?
My heart breaks when yours aches
There is this invisible string that runs deep
Am I going too far?
Have I told you lately
How much you surprise me?
When I let something out of my mind, you already knew
It's as if you get my mind.
Have I told you that I'm beyond glad that your happy
As I've told you before, as long as your happy, I am too
Stay true to the girl I met not long ago
The girl that is one of the few that strengthens me
Thank you for doing that.
Have I told you before
That I know you'll never leave
After much writing and talking and convincing, I believe
Doubt doesn't consume me, which really did take a weight off
I appreciate your daily reassurance
It's something I need
Have I told you lately
That I'll always be here?
How much you mean to me?
I know that this is a big guess, and I'm not afraid to infer
But I never need to tell you, you know already.
No Words Except These
I'm not sure what to write about, mind block
But then again, my heart is full of words
That's what writing is, words beyond our mind
Words that dig into the depths of our soul
People write about present, past, and future
Memories that have never been undug
Buried deep in dust, struggling to come out
Memories that often lead to realizations
That lead us to decisions that change us
Decisions that can be good and bad or,
they can be mind boggling, better for your life
Writing lifts weight from off of the shoulders
De-stresses, decompresses, gives us hope
In the end, one word can halt everything
Looking back, it's all because of writing.
But then again, my heart is full of words
That's what writing is, words beyond our mind
Words that dig into the depths of our soul
People write about present, past, and future
Memories that have never been undug
Buried deep in dust, struggling to come out
Memories that often lead to realizations
That lead us to decisions that change us
Decisions that can be good and bad or,
they can be mind boggling, better for your life
Writing lifts weight from off of the shoulders
De-stresses, decompresses, gives us hope
In the end, one word can halt everything
Looking back, it's all because of writing.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Where I'm From
I'm from the heartless of homes
from broken homes and hearts
I'm from a mother's never ended prayers
from sacrificed money
(Begging wife,
a "give-in" father)
I am from a bible's gift of mercy
from many a prayer, many an urge
I'm from a song, lyrics played in my head
from that long lost broken record
I'm from fake and real
from real emotions and fake tears
I'm from my grandma's broken heart
out of a failed marriage and a cheater's life
I'm from soft cats and tamed puppies
soft but sweet, and tamed but protective
I'm from cold beds and stabbed out souls
I'm from deep and personal
an ability to share out and in, back and forth
I'm from a drug addict of a brother's arms
from a street smart trained sibling
from alone with cold snow
to surrounded with warm rays of sun
I'm from reality.
from broken homes and hearts
I'm from a mother's never ended prayers
from sacrificed money
(Begging wife,
a "give-in" father)
I am from a bible's gift of mercy
from many a prayer, many an urge
I'm from a song, lyrics played in my head
from that long lost broken record
I'm from fake and real
from real emotions and fake tears
I'm from my grandma's broken heart
out of a failed marriage and a cheater's life
I'm from soft cats and tamed puppies
soft but sweet, and tamed but protective
I'm from cold beds and stabbed out souls
I'm from deep and personal
an ability to share out and in, back and forth
I'm from a drug addict of a brother's arms
from a street smart trained sibling
from alone with cold snow
to surrounded with warm rays of sun
I'm from reality.
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