Does anyone care what he has done
The news just needs a story
He has never known love
He has no family
We drive by the burnt down house
His ashes merged with the old memories
The memories he used to know
No one knew what was going on
Knew what was in his head
No one ever listened
The little girl down the street
That would give him his paper every week
An exchange of hellos once
Is the closes thing to a relationship he has had
Driving by that old burnt down house
I think about what life he could have lived
The news got their story the story of the old man
Who fell with his house
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 9:20 AM UTC
I want people to remember me
Not just for the way I act
But for the things I do
The things I did
And the things I would never do.
I want to be written in the history books
Because of all the great things I have said
The things I will say
Not for the things I did not mean to say
I want people to sing about me
They will sing about the things I have seen
The things I want to see
And things no one else can see
I do not want people to judge me
For the things did or the things I will do
For the things I said
For the things I have seen
I want the people who matter to me
To love me for the life I lived.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 8:18 PM UTC
Stumbling in my fears
Crumbing through your glares
Rising to the sky
Standing oh so high
Walking from your cries
Running because you lie
Falling with a sound
Landing on the ground
What you didnt know is that i landed on my feet.
Now look who lays in defeat.
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC
Looking into the pool
the water so calm
a reflection of a fool
looking in wanting to fall
sinking to the bottom
help me god is needed to be called
running out of air
body shutting down
life is never fair
glancing to the sky
time left can be counted in seconds
a white dressed guy
holds out a hand
life being restored
i strongly stand
people do not disapear
tears falling down my cheek
thank you god for answering my prayers
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 6:39 AM UTC
The sun goes and hide behind the gray.
A sound of thunder and a flash of light.
The rain starts and washes you away.
A sound of thunder and a flash of light.
The rain comes down harder, I tell myself don’t cry.
A sound of thunder and a flash of light.
I can not stay strong much longer, the tears start running down my face.
A sound of thunder and a flash of light.
The rain comes slowly to a stop, just as my tears.
The sun comes out from its hiding.
It becomes easier to breathe, my strength regained.
A sound of thunder.
And it is quite, the birds start their rain song.
I think to myself it won’t be like this for long.
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 8:30 PM UTC
Dream catcher ,
Dream catcher .
Beads in a web,
Hanging over my bed.
Strings that reach so far,
As beautiful as the starts.
But shall the beauty break,
My dreams will quake.
They could give you a fright,
Dream catcher hold mine tight.
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 8:17 PM UTC
You make me cry
You make me scream,
All because you hurt me
Not only once but twice
Screaming your name
Tears running down my face
The clock stops ticking
The world stops spinning
You’re gone.
I feel empty without you
But why?
You make me cry
You make me scream
All because you hurt me
Not only once but twice.
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 10:40 AM UTC
Has my worst nightmare come true?
Am I finally over you?
The day I have dread for so long,
Maybe I am growing strong.
Strong enough to get away,
Run from your violent ways.
The things you yell,
All the times I “fell.”
Well guess what I am done.
You were never worth it ***
You never loved me,
They way I should be.
You could never tell me I looked beautiful,
Without being shameful.
Maybe this is not a nightmare,
Maybe this is me finally waking up
Finally becoming aware.
Aware of the things you do,
All the **** I wish I could undo!
It isn’t fair,
The mistakes I made, now where?
Where do I go?
How far do I have to run to get away from you?
I can finally see through,
Through all your lies,
All of those fake cries!
Well now im done,
Done with this!
This poem was my last excuse,
To think of you.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 8:08 PM UTC
“Shes indecisive
She cant decide
She keeps on lookin
From left to right
Girl, cmon get closer
Look in my eyes
Searchin is so wrong
Im Mr. Right”
The car passes the first lane,
But it doesn’t stop.
Mom, mom? Answer me… mommy?!
Through the grass.
Losing control
Being tossed around.
All that is going through your head is,
Grab the wheel, grab it kate!
Out of the median and into the traffic.
“You seem like the type
To love em and leave em
And disappear right after this song.
So give me the night
To show you, hold you
Dont leave me out here dancin alone”
The car starts to roll, once, twice.
We hit the poll and finally come to a stop.
Look over, the cars are passing by,
I see my moms face her body slumped over the seat.
“911 what is your emergency?”
“We just wrecked my mom isn’t waking up she, she passed out wile we were driving she’s not responding to me!” crying, “Please I need help, she wont wake up.”
“Did you make contact with any other cars?”
“Not that im aware of.”
“Ok I will send an ambulance and the police are on their way.”
I need to call my dad,
Why isn’t she waking up.
The sounds of the cars traveling at speeds of 70 miles per hour or more makes, me start to lose it.
I hear the sirens,
They ask me my name, and what happened.
The EMT pulls my mother’s body out of the car.
My daddy shows up and just holds me and tells me,
“everything will be ok, it’s alright baby it’s alright.”
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 8:21 AM UTC
Dancing is a way of life, dancing is life. Some say you crawl before you walk, I say you dance before you breathe. How do I explain the feeling of; spinning, jumping, running? I can’t. It is indescribable. Dancing is such a magical thing, you can speak to the people who can’t speak, and you can feel for the people who can’t feel, you dance for the people whom will never be able to dance. Most don’t understand where I am coming from. Why I am not sure, but if a person stopped and listened. They will hear the music of life and where there is music there is a dance, the dance of life…
This dance may be one of the hardest to get through; the preparation will be excruciatingly painful. But everyone does it. Everyone hears the music at some point. Have you ever listened to Beethoven? In his symphonies there is a pattern. It starts out slow; it gradually gets louder and louder and then BOOM! The ****** Beethoven’s master pieces are a replica of life. Think about it, really hard, and listen to the music.
Can you feel your foot tapping? The sound repeating in your head? This is the first realization of the dance. Now your swaying back and forth, like the trees in an autumn breeze. This is the second step, but the first motion. I want you to get up and throw the tips of your fingers to the stars in heaven. Then pull them back down. And breathe.
What is it that you feel? Perhaps relaxation or maybe happiness, possibly anger or frustration? Whatever you feel don’t let it go away. The feelings you get when you dance show the audience that you are human. Like all humans you will make a mistake you will fall, you will trip, you will tumble to the floor of the stage. That means nothing and don’t let anyone tell you differently. It means nothing because, without those mistakes there will be nothing to improve.
Improvements. Simple things that can change your dance. Keep your arms firm and your head held high. Your arms are the roads to your heart. You let them slack and fall, your heart gets crushed. Try holding a friends hand to keep them firm. Your friends will always be there through this dance. Don’t let your head drop for you head is the door to your mind. If you let someone in you lose personality. Your dance becomes someone else’s. Those are the only things you can mess up, but for some reason these mistakes happen more than once.
In the end when the music stops and the crowd cheers at your achievements. You know that your dance has made an impact maybe in more ways than one. Dancing is a way to communicate to show who you are. So when you hear the music, start tapping your foot, sway back and forth and, dance. Dance just not for you but for the people that can’t. That is the dance of life. Your life.
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 6:36 AM UTC