school

A clock ticks on the wall as students sweat over dull pencils, that walk on paper and leave lines. The teachers roll over lessons that seem to have no purpose in life. The students move from class to class like shift work. Taking tests and drooling over the wrong answers. Some call it prison, but I believe that it unlocks the imagination and allows you to learn.

I remember

I remember the soft crunch of snow when I walked to school,
I remember when my mother told me how good I was as a child,
I remember when I realized that she was lying in order to keep me sane,
I remember everything since I was four,
I remember every minute of every day,
I remember you and me and how we broke up,
I remember crying in my room for hours,
I remember how you moved away,
I remember wondering why your dad needed to get a new job in another state,
I remember being in the state of denial as I continued to wait for you, even when you never came,
I remember how cold my hand was without you to warm it,
I remember how I felt then and I laugh about it now,
I remember asking myself how I got here as I tripped on stage,
I remember that reason being the first time I met you,
I remember everything I want to forget,
I remember you...

Deserter

My parents said I was just an accident waiting to happen. It kind of made me feel run down and exhausted.

 

spider bites and ice cubes

Your bite is poison,
it makes my heart race,
I feel like I am rising to heaven,
only to land in hell,
burning up in the stratosphere on the way down,
my ashes scatter around the world,
picked up by jet streams,
or by children who just don't care about the world anymore,
I am drowning in love as it scratches out my heart and,
makes my fire go out,
because the water doesn't care,
it just loves darkness,
and I don't think you care,
that I am living on an iceberg in the middle of the Arctic,
I am glad to be here,
constantly lying in the sun,
I smile at penguins and seals,
as they constantly fight over who is dominant,
because they think that the world is not big enough for the two of them,
if only they had left the ice block and found solid dirt,
where the sun doesn't shine all of the time,
then they would know how big the world really is,
but they are like you, a broken watch,
they think that they have all of the time in the world,
then I need to wind you back up and remind you what you were made to do,
tell me when you know, so I can finally leave you,
and head to the Arctic Ocean,
and find my own ice block,
and play with the seals and penguins.

Falling Pianos

How to love,
save yourself the pain and don't try,
The record of you love is still repeating in my head,
It's scratched and ugly,
but it still catches my attention,
I wish you could eject a record,
I'm looking for the button in my pocket,
to open my head and let you out,
but all I find is lint,
I drop bricks on the ground,
hoping you'll hear and come,
and I can't understand why the sky is still blue,
even after the sun sets,
I feel an emptiness in my heart,
It's bleeding tears in hope that you will call,
as I sit here and watch the phone on the piano bench,
I hit a key or two to take my mind off of you,
soon I make Mozart look bad,
then I realize that the button was never in my pocket,
the music of my soul that pours out of my finger tips,
now my fingers are crying blood,
the phone rings,
but I can't hear it over the sweet melody of the keys.

Dreams and wishes

Who am I,
I live to love,
and I love to learn,
I stretch my wings,
and fly,
I soar,
over canyons and valleys,
and oceans and lakes,
streams and rivers,
and then my house,
as I dream of leaving the nest,
As soon as I grow my wings,
I will do even more.

EMERGING

Emerging services for one thing,
has become a plague to it's muddied
picture and the benefit remains widely
limited when crafted for one group alone.
Everyone has issues, and you qualify.

mask and soul

I wear a mask to hide the pain,
I feel inside,
Or I'll go insane,
I wear my clothes built on lies,
To hold the truth,
I know inside,
I wear my socks built out of love,
A blessing somewhere,
From up above,
I wear some shoes that I have stolen,
Cause' I needed place,
To put my soul in,

Reach for the Skies

My bare feet scrape on broken seashells,
I scrub my eyes with my own tears,
I fell in love with the moon,
only to have it leave me every day,
but to run back to me every night,
we sleep under the many eyes of the stars,
who cry once in a full moon,
their tears glistening for a brief moment,

I have toppled over trees just for fun,
the nests falling to the ground,
crushed under it's own supportive branches,
I throw rocks at birds,
trying to kill two birds with one stone,
because I know what it's like to be free,
and I know what it's like to be a prisoner,
I miss every throw,
but I continue to hope against all odds,
maybe I will eat today,
but I run out of rocks to throw,
and grieve in despair,

I have climbed cliffs,
hoping to reach the top,
not looking down at my past,
but forward to my future,
but once in a while I grab a loose rock,
and slip,
and fall,
I land on my butt,
realizing I had just barley left the ground,
I look up and can't quite see the top through the thick clouds,
This task feels almost impossible,
I get up and climb again,
you don't go anywhere just sitting,
you have to take matters into your own hand,
Climb, fall, repeat.

AMNESIA

I wish that I could just forget,
You,
Her,
And everyone else who has rejected me,
There is no such thing as love,
Only friendship,
Love is just a word,
It doesn't mean anything,
Especially to drunk drivers,
You have proven that already,
And I have no friendship,
All of my friends have been avoiding me,
Maybe they think that I am stupid,
Or that I don't belong,
With you,
Or them,
Of course I would pick them over you anytime,
Now I am sitting on my bed drooling over some depressing book,
Foolishly hoping that you will call,
And I am afraid,
I don't know why,
I hate you,
But I love you,
Even though that is just a word,
But honestly,
I wish that I had never met you,
I wish that I could just forget.

lollipops and dirt

I don't wake up every morning thinking about you,
I don't think of myself as beautiful either,
I don't even think about myself,
Or you,
Or anyone...
To be honest,
I don't live,
And I can't die, cause I'm already dead,
I am chained to this blind hope for freedom,
even though I am dead to the world,
Dead to my family,
Dead to myself,
I don't think about you,
You don't think about me,
But I still feel fear,
I sleep to avoid it,
I don't dream,
But I live nightmares,
They plague my life,
They plague my love,
They plague my hope,
And this plague has killed me.

Rainbows and Depression

The rainbow stretches across the sky,
how could something so sad, like rain, be so happy?
it's like taking physics and brushing it off your shoulder,
rising up through the stratosphere,
You hug the sun,
asking it to warm you,
but it doesn't,
it spits you back down,
you land on your knees,
praying for mercy,
asking for forgiveness,
But it doesn't come,
no one loves you,
no one wants you,
and once you stop telling yourself that it is a lie,
it will be truth,
and your knees will buckle,
and you will eat the dirt,
the only one who understands you,
and you are looked down on,
No one wants to know you,
no one wants to be your friend,
you are an outcast,
the only one beautiful outcast. 

Blog List

OK, lets see, where to start?
-Blogs suck,
-Blogs rent you a mask,
-I love blogs, -No comment-
-Blogs hold your secrets,
-Give you a new name,
-Death trap,
-Entertaining,
-You are ignored,
-You blend in with everyone else,
-You have an alternate digital life, not a real one,
-You are used,
-You are kidnapped(#stolen)
-You are in an airport security check,
-You are a fugitive,
-You are yourself,
-You are someone else,
-You are a king,
-You are a prisoner,
-You are a thief,
-You are a dirty cop,
-You wouldn't understand,
-You aren't me.

Sweat and Blood

A mothers cry in the crisp night,
the echoes never truly finding a place to land,
pull the trigger,
in the darkness a flash,
fight or flight?
you work for you pain through sweat and blood,
to receive a piece of hope,
because you can't find where the stash is,
you see no future,
since your parents died due to that !$#@'n drunk driver,
you have been lost,
a leash tied to a tree,
with a locked chain,
and no key,
or a bird without wings,
being pushed from it's nest for it's first flight,
splat,
the end,
or is it,
we all dream,
the mother,
that kid,
and even the bird,
we all have secretive dreams,
ones that we all envy for ourselves,
sometimes we get lost in them,
but that is what inspires,
love deeper than passion.

The moon and the ship

A ship on the sea tosses its bow back and forth,

And I haven't figured out how to knock it over,

The moon tells me what to do,

I crash into it again and again,

I feel the splintering wood,

And wonder why,

Why listen to the moon,

Why not obey the stronger light,

That cycling sphere that gives it's light to the moon,

And I didn't understand why I existed,

Or why the sky was blue,

But I knew that it was blue,

Like the book that was tossed into my great depths,

By a boy no older than ten,

Who had parents divorced years ago,

And who has never forgiven himself,

And later jumped off of a cliff into my murky depths,

Just to feel the wind again,

And the rush of being free,

Like the many birds that fall into the sea,

Trying to cross the sea,

Because they are tired,

And overestimated themselves,

And now I feel like the boat,

Beginning to splinter and snap,

And crash into the water,

And I stop,

But it was too late,

I had swallowed the ship whole.

 

RAIN

Diamonds fall from the throne of God,
and splinter on the dirt ridden ground,
Only God can break diamonds without a hammer,
and only God can create diamonds,
Diamonds forged above are more beautiful, and more precious,
than those diamonds that are forged below in the violent trough of the Earth below,
Where the devil makes slaves of lost souls in the lake of brimstone and fire,
and torture those who will never see light,
The diamonds from above glisten in the sun,
and are much more precious than those below,
For the only ones who see the glitter below,
are the ones drowning in the fiery brimstone lake,
Where their cries of agony are captured and reflected in the diamonds surrounding them,
but the ones from above can be enjoyed by everyone who thirsts,
on this Devil's land in the desert,
So diamonds from above are much more precious than those below,
Especially when it comes from the throne of  God above.

Morse Code

-..._.-_-.-. _-.-_ / .._-._/ --_-.--/ ...._._.-_-../,
--_-.--/ ._--_---_-_.._---_-..../ .-._..-_-./ .-._.-_--_.--._.._-../

Dreams and nightmares

If you are running through a meadow,
you will be eaten by wolves,
If you are touring through a cave,
You will be buried alive in a hole,
If you are skipping joyously across a bridge,
You will be beaten by a troll,
If you are walking to your church,
The devil will steal your soul,
No matter what you do,
Nightmares only shall you know.

GLUE

No matter what you do,
No matter where you hide,
Death will come for you,
RIP you from inside,

What I write is true,
But go ahead and try,
Life will burn right through,
So get up and fly,

Get out of the glue,
We all die,
Take off your shoes,
And enjoy the ride.

Woven

The hole is deep,

Its slope is steep,

The ring of fire,

Raging higher and higher,

The buzz of wings,

Of the wasp that stings,

Will chase you in,

You slip and spin,

Down the hole,

You tumble and roll,

The dark pulls you down,

Deeper in the ground,

Farther in the dark,

Where it leaves its mark,

The end is near,

You dispute and fear,

The rope pulls taught,

Your hand is caught,

Within the safety line,

Of your heart and mine.

Fear

What is fear,
Is it an emotion,
A heartbroken tear,
Uncertain devotion,

Or is it change,
A new love token,
A jagged pain,
Perception awoken,

Or is it the unknown,
The tradition broken,
Things un-shown,
Words unspoken

Courage and Fear

Hope is blinded by fear,

Whenever the control is near,

Whether peace be near or afar,

We will grasp to it as an iron bar,

When into the sea we are inclined,

The time to release will be identified,

But into its depths we shall go,

Down into the great unknown,

And we shall release the iron bar,

But alas we have traveled too far,

For in its depths lies a hungry beast,

And on us it shall feast,

But we shall survive,

In fact we shall strive,

For it we shall fight,

All through the deep night,

Until at last we have won,

And in the dark we see the sun,

And as we go towards the light,

We shall remember the fight.

SMILE

The light from within,

Some call it will power,

Some call it influence,

But it is a beacon,

A beacon that calls,

A beam of light,

That shows the way,

To those who are lost,

In the dark mist of life,

It can brighten the darkest day,

Warm the coldest night,

Start a new flame,

Onto an unlit wick,

It is a Smile.

Hard water

When you first look at a brick, you think of it as something stupid, something that has no purpose. Bricks are a lot like us, people, at first we don't look like much, but we do have some potential. One of my friends could be referred to as a brick, he is buff, but seldom, if never, shows emotion, he is stiff and stubborn and once he makes up his mind, it's nearly impossible to change. These are the people which society needs. They are the foundation of the building. Sure, maybe the bricks are old, and could cause the entire building to fall, but that is why they are so necessary. We, the people who don't have a solid stance on life, tend to be like liquid. We go with the flow, and we don't stick to our personal opinions, we stick to others. In a way, you could refer to us as hard water.

Fire and Love

It burns like passion, flares like love, and moves like life, dancing and singing to the stars. Sometimes it screams, and sometimes it cries. It can be controlled, but it shouldn't be touched or played with.  Fire is addicting, once it starts, it just keeps going, until something else stops it. Love is fire, a solar flare, a nuclear explosion. ruining everything in it's path.

Deciet

We walk from place to place,

Yet we go nowhere,

For we do not belong,

We are treated as pests,

In the New York sewers,

Kicked away with nothing,

We ask for something, anything,

And at the end of the day,

We look in the tin can,

And find two dollars and three cents,

Oh what a relief it is,

To know that I will be filled,

For the night is cold,

And my walls are thin,

I eat and crave for more,

Yet I know that I will not,

For tonight I was lucky,

Unlike the ones down the street,

Who fell asleep and never awoke,

For they had no warmth,

And no blanket,

But how fortunate I am,

For I have a blanket,

And some sun warmed bricks at my back,

And a pile of hay,

So I will awake and try again,

I will walk to the edge of the street,

And ask for more,

Anything is worth a piece of home,

Food my only motivation,

Yet people walk by,

Sometimes in a large circle,

As if I smell bad,

But I probably do,

And they walk by thinking that they know,

They don’t,

If they lived on the streets for a day,

They would die,

For they are so used to a lavish living,

That they would not survive,

And I feel pity,

For such was I on my first night alone,

And yet I still find comfort within myself.

The Pace Of Time

As the sands flow down through the glass,

Keeping pace with the hours past,

The clocks tick on the wall,

In the room and up the hall,

The bird in its house is waiting to spring,

Ready to burst out its musical ring,

As shadows sweep back and forth,

Forever staying on their own slow course,

They are cursed with the spell,

They cannot linger or dwell,

Never stopping,

Forever clocking,

Trapped in its rhyme

Until

The

End

Of

 time.

LOVE

PETALS

The delicate petals fall onto the soft dirt below,

Falling lighter than the fluttering of snow,

The petals land in a circle,

A blooming ring of pink and purple,

A blossoming explosion of extravagant shades,

Seems to set the very ground ablaze,

With the valiant rose taking its final breath,

Knowing it will soon wither into undying death,

It chooses to perform one final show,

And so it sets the very ground aglow,

But it will rise again in the winter after last,

And its petals will sparkle like shattering glass,

But when its death finally comes after seasons old,

It will be cut and placed on a poor lost soul,

In an open casket it will be put,

And will be buried with the dead deep under foot,

For that is what a rose is for it is said,

Forever marking the place of those who are dead,

Roses are red and violets are blue,

And the blood red rose will eventually be buried with you.

Wasteland

As rain and wind blot out the sky,

The giants above are beginning to cry,

Trees up root from the earth below,

The freezing wind howls with falling snow,

Rocks tumble from the mountains so high,

Mud surges down in countless slides,

The earth below begins to crumble,

And as the ground begins to rumble,

From under feet appear broadening holes,

So big they impend to swallow souls,

And the quaking,

Oh the endless shaking,

It turns the rubble to sand,

And the earth befits to a tranquil wasteland.

Blind

A flash of light,

Reveals the night,

With a flash so bright,

You lose your sight,

Now it is bright as day,

And you have lost your way,

You stop to pray,

But what can you say,

Don’t strike me down,

You start with a frown,

And a thundering sound,

Shakes the ground,

Your vision returns,

A fire on the ferns,

So quickly you turn,

Heat so hot it burns,

You step in deep mud,

Fall hard with a thud,

In your mouth you taste blood,

Within your heart you feel a flood

Crayons

You hold in your hand a crayon with unlimited possibilities, such as when you begin in life. People often forget, myself included, what it means to be young. Young people have an imagination, an imagination that allows them to view an unlimited number of possibilities. Through your power of your creative imagination, you dream a dream. You visualize yourself as the person you want to become. Now take your crayon with it's same mind set, and work together, draw your future. Let yourself make a creative contribution to mankind as you draw your evolution. You can be good, or you can be great.

WALK WITH ME

The streets covered with garbage,

 

People begging for money,

 

This once was a great city,

 

What happened?

 

Nothing happened,

 

Nothing but me,

 

I left my house,

 

And took a walk,

 

I can see now,

 

What I’ve been missing,

 

I have glanced over the beautiful valley,

 

My eyes never seeing the hidden shadows,

 

In the alleys,

 

In the streets,

 

In the tunnels,

 

My life is luxury compared to them,

 

They have no home,

 

No place of belonging,

 

And I stop,

 

I give out a quarter,

 

To the first homeless man I see,

 

It pings in the little metal mug,

 

Enough for a pack of gum,

 

He has on beaten up grey clothes,

 

I drop in another,

 

And another,

 

Eventually I am out of lose change,

 

How selfish can I be?

 

I put in a twenty,

 

I look him in the eye,

 

He’s human,

 

He smiles showing rotting teeth,

 

I smile back,

 

And then I spoke,

 

Give this to someone who is in need of it more,

 

 And walk away,

 

That was all my money for today,

 

My job was paying me minimal wage,

 

I look back at the man,

 

I have lost something,

 

But have gained something more,