I sat along the lonely shore
Taking in the ocean waves
That hit against me slowly
Engulfing all of the fears I had carried with me.
I swam through the water
Fought through the waves that prevented me
From getting to the opposite shore.
I overcame the tsunamis
And survived the thunderstorms.
Through my journey, in the ocean of emptiness,
Just when the water was about to drown me
In its hidden cemetery..
I looked to the sun for the strength and vitality
That would keep my head above the water
Even if my thoughts were swimming deep.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
In the beginning
Your butchering words,
Went through my head.
As a child who listens,
To every word you say.
Your constant sarcasm,
Your words which,
I thought were the truth.
Just to let you know, Dad
Those butchering words,
To me are now worthless.
For I know now,
It was only your sickness.
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 3:36 PM UTC
Looking at the ceiling
Thinking,
Just thinking..
What you're gonna say
What you're gonna wear
What you wanna share.
Some think it's easy
To drift away anytime,
Some think it's hard
To go away 'til next time,
Some pray all night
Friends, family, health and all,
Some just like to listen
To the silence throughout the hall.
It can get so quiet
You don't want to break it
You just want to feel it,
Within your mind
Within this art
Within your eyes
Within your heart.
It's hard for me
To just start sleeping
But then I just look
Right up at the ceiling.
Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 3:56 AM UTC
For reasons that are unknown,
like my existence and my own.
Words are often hard to find,
to capture your heart, soul and mind.
Better than any dream,
Unreal than it can seem.
Better than any fantasy,
different to what people can see.
These works that I speck,
is what makes you truely unique.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 11:02 PM UTC
No friendly gestures.
No fake smiles.
No hugs no kisses.
I cant be wowed.
No reason to run.
Your time will come.
Love hurts thats why they say knowledge is pain.
My pad and my pen are my best friend.
Don't look at the way I dress or the color of my skin.
Get to know me the person within.
Until then I will still win.
Because the pad and the pen will tell a story again.
No need for nonsense,
I’m taking the time to trust.
Safe and secure in his arms.
Sealing our perfect pinky promises with kisses,
Sharing secrets under silent stars,
Dancing until daybreak.
We find eternity in each other’s eyes.
Falling for my first “forever.”
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 3:43 PM UTC
The endless blue sky
No clouds in sight
How peaceful to be there at first light
Peacefully looking up
Not a sound
Not even a critter.
The yellow, orange leaves
The cool fall breeze
There’s nothing like sitting there on this gorgeous fall day.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 3:13 PM UTC
I smell like coffee, bruises
and insomnia
for the night I spent weeks awake
in bed,
from 12:17 to 12:32
counting heartbeats instead of seconds
and listening to
the wind, howl me reasons
to step outside.
It yelled through the blinds
where the window
doesn't latch shut
and picked up the edge
of the goose feather
hollow
to remind me
that no one else was up.
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 4:47 PM UTC
I'm a pretender.
Filled with nothing but confusion.
I may look whole.
But I'm no more than an allusion.
I try to feel complete.
But the puzzle pieces are still scattered.
I'm trying to hold on.
Then I slip and all is shattered.
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC
It’s coming, believe it or not.
In fact, It’s already here.
What if I told you It’s been here for years?
Since you were born, Since your parents were born.
Even before that.
Can you guess It?
I’ll give you a hint;
It never looks the same.
It’s always different. Always in a different place.
Always affecting different people positively and negatively.
It never takes a break, even when It’s taking a break from you.
It never shows its face, even when It’s standing right in front of you.
It comes at you so fast, you don’t have time to prepare yourself.
It’s there when you wake up, go to bed, go to school.
It’s happening everywhere.
It can make you feel disoriented, abandoned, and anxious.
It can make you feel courageous, independent, and capable.
Too much of It can cause corruption, discomfort and chaos.
Too little of It can cause frustration, lethargy and dependency.
It means nothing one minute, but everything the next.
It is a very dangerous thing;
yet today’s society cannot survive without It.
So what is It?
It’s-
Change.
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 12:20 PM UTC
You give me, butterflies inside,
I get so nervous I want to hide.
But you bring me, out of my shell,
Inside, inside, I must rebel.
I want to break lose, and fly away,
They hold me down, they make me stay.
I’m tied up, I cant break free,
Then you come, and rescue me.
Faster, faster, we must escape,
Our runaway plan starts to shape.
You hold my hand, a kiss on the cheek,
All of a sudden, I feel so weak.
I feel a shiver, all down my spine,
Because for this moment, your all mine.
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 10:15 AM UTC