Congratulations!
It’s finally over!
You’ve climbed the mountains and trekked the canyons
Now it’s time to meet the future.

The past four yeas
Have been challenging and rough,
But we’ve chosen our careers
And high school’s not enough.

University’s on the way.
There are many more paths to tread
And more adventures to slay
All widespread.

We’ll be all across the world
Some here and some there
Not knowing the next place we’ll be hurled
But we’ll be well prepared.

We’ve all known each other for a while
Some longer than other
But through the years our lifestyle
Will keep up close together.

Our travels and experiences
Will unite us
Across the long distances,
Shortening the crevice.

Congratulations!
It’s finally over!
You’ve climbed the mountains and trekked the canyons
Now it’s time to meet the future.

I often write about you
Creating an imaginary scene for us both
I know,call me sentimental
Or emotional,either really
But isn't this what they call dreaming?
Building clouds of invisible nines
Where you kiss me
And say "You know,I think I really like you."
Or the days we might grow old together
Sit by the porch
Listen to the music
You swore you would play for me
(I want to hold your hand)
I can already see
The letters you've written to me
Telling me of all the adventures
You want to go with me
Exploring every part of New York
Because that's the place we both love
And as I walked down the aisle
I know that every sadness I've ever felt about us
Would just drift off
As we say "I do."
Perhaps our first kiss
Would not be like the movies
We would be awkward
And laugh at ourselves
For thinking too much
Sometimes I would get paranoid
And try to keep you tighter by my side
But understand that
I only do that because I truly love you
The worst that could happen
In this dream
Is that we break up
And our hands touch for the last time
A goodbye peck on the cheek
"Stay friends okay?"
And we go in different directions
Becoming strangers again

Some friends will never understand
people never can
what you see
is impossible to them

even to the closest friends
what we all see is indifferent
why cant we all just respect it
and not let whats different affect it

I wish people would see what i see
then things would be
a beautiful rainbow of clouds in the sea
like a abstract painting

with tons of colorful fishys
flowing with the current
no one going against it
opening paths that were once forbidden

we can all be accepted
free to be
without judgement here in the sea
adventures for everyone
for all those beautiful beings

a true journey  
with leaves that fall
to let us know
our time is short and sometimes cold
but we have each other to keep warm

forgetting the sun
we have warmth from within
a soul with a smile
that can warm it all

its like im looking through eyes
that are watching something bizarre
a fairy tale world out there
large plants that touch the clouds making my toes curl

color everywhere like a cone of ice cream swirls
with a light that lights it up just for us to make it flavorsome
bugs light up the the sky near when i see myself in the stars, i stare
in awe i notice bugs on the ground near that scare

we are fairys
living in a abstract mystical world
wings are clipped
but i guarantee i will still fly

life is to short for us.
And this.
To be acting like someone don't belong.
we live in a world where everything is different
from who we are to what we do

we live in a world where we really don't even know who we are
or why we are
its such afar
luckily im here for it all

its a gift to me here in the bizarre

The chilling snow storm winds howl,
a cry heard around the town.
The neighborhood dogs run afoul,
not even the frostbit air can hold them down.

The streets are deserted, desolate,
street light flicker on and off.
We try to make the best of it,
a storm which we've all had enough of.

The floor creaks,
beneath my feet,
as I make my way into the den.

The walls creak,
and sound weak,
just like everything built by men.

I pick up my book,
"The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn",
the perfect read,
for when snowed in.

The time on the clock ticks,
and ticks,
and ticks,
and even clicks.

Time wasting away,
on a snowy winter day.

The cabin I'm in,
is full of sin,
lust, sodomy,
and even some mahogany.

I live in a house of hate,
a cesspool of lies.
All of which,
I will not deny.

And I will admit,
I really do miss,
your beautiful smile,
oh, it drove me wild.

But I failed you,
and you have the right to leave.
Chew me up and spit me out,
like your average piece of shit.

So I will sit here,
in this raging winter storm,
and feed the fire more,
feed the fire more.