The delicate mystery answered like a memory
part of the scenery, i bring no purposeful injury
discovery of a unity with such a simplicity
recovery of senses lost through our history

we are all only part land, part sea
every tiny particle is part of our key
every little mouse, every giant tree
I am part of you, and you are part of me

a cultural discovery of uncovered humanity
actively prolonging the agony of mankind's vanity
what is really living passively or living savagely?
simple serenity destroyed by our brutality

"if you jump, i jump. i will never leave you behind."*
he says.  
those words were the last few words he told me.
and i'm here, saying sorry.

dear you,
i'm sorry for not jumping with you.
i was supposed to
and i didn't stop you.
i swear it was nothing intentional,
i loved you with all my heart,
and i will never forget you.

but that's the thing,
you came in first
and i was supposed to, second.
but i didn't.
because i was scared.
scared of falling
without you

you let go of my hand
as you fell from the ledge
of a rooftop of a small town.
a small town with the dark night gazing on top,
and the stars twinkling above.
i watched you fall
with my own eyes
as tears form around them
i regret everything.

"how could i find someone like you, now that you're gone?"
i say.

rain splattered down my hair
as i look down the pale body down the streets below
people were looking up
and i vanished away.
i didn't jump.

no, i didn't save you.
i didn't stop you.
i was there with my own eyes,
looking at you fall.
and i didn't do anything,
and i was blamed for everything.

you know i will always love you.
you know i should have stopped you.
i will never forget you,
and remember, i will always be there for you.

Awesome Young


I stumble, catch myself,
But my breath is still short.

Skip around,
go back and discover,
uncover.

Incredible.
Awesome
in a way that overused word was intended to be
used.

There are so many miracles,
young poets, whose works
lost in the shuffle of the ordinary,
who don't get read, liked or
loved like they awesomely deserve.

One day,
someday,
I will write a poem,
naming names,
before a Congressional Committee,
getting them on the record.

Done it before,^
will do it again,
got take a week off from work
to get 'em all.

Odd,
even then,
will strike out,
can't capture them all,
they keep a-coming,
from all over the world,
places I never heard of.

It almost makes me believe
world peace is not just a
Saturday Night Live joke.

It's like everyone is moving forward,
but
     I
     am
          staying
                      in
                         the
                              same
                          ­            place.
Their minds sweep with their plans with maybe going off to some school or how they know what they are going to do forever.

I'm split, feet sprawled onto two cliffs as they pull away
slowly ticking                            off four months
this side?                                     or this side?                             Pick a side, pick a side... what side???
                   w
                      h
                        * a
      ­                     * t
                                       i
                                      f
                   ­             I
                                      f
      ­                                 a
                                       l
                                      l
                   ­           r
                                i
              ­                   g
                                   h
                                    t
                     ­                         down
                               ­              t
                                            h
             ­                             e
                          m
  ­                           i
                               d
                                 d
                                     l
                                     e
                                      ?

Help help help........... but everyone tells me I have enough time.                 You will figure it out, they say.



"It'll be interesting to see what you go into... very interesting"        
                                                                ­         You would do great here.... great things indeed.

I feel like harry potter when he's getting sorted, but the difference is between me and him is that no hat is picking what I do...
                                   No hat picking a path for me to go down..
                                                        ­                                                down...
       ­                                                                 ­                                          down....
I have no escape from the future, and I'm going in blind.
                                                      ­                                               We will see how long this foundation can hold

          m
              
                    e.
         ­               .
                           .
                       .
                    .
                  .
                .
   ­           .
            .
             .
               .

Alex is his name,
People say he's insane,
He's always the one to blame,
Don't trust him they say,
He'll hurt you,
He'll betray you,
And the list goes on....

One day Alex met this
Beautiful young girl
"Ashley",he said
With such bliss.

He gazed at her,
He hung out with her,
He played with her,
Then something kicked in
But he doesn't know what it is.

"What is this strange feeling?", he said

"The thing you are feeling right now is LOVE Alex", Ashley responded

"Love huh, I like it", Alex said while starring at her with a smile

Alex was very happy
Oh boy
What joy
He was feeling that day
He kept thinking of Ashley daily
And made a list of things he would say
To her

Months passed by,
As the two young teen begin to walk,
Ashley told Alex something that threw him off

"What are you trying to say?", asked Alex

"Look,I'm sorry about this", Ashley responded "I should have told you this since we met,but I'm in a relationship already."

Oh what damage did poor little Alex received that day
He didn't know how to do,
He didn't know what to say,

He looked away,
Very slowly,
With the feeling of sadness,
He was at the point to just wreck everything.

"What am I suppose to do now?", he asked himself"

"I can't go back with her, I trusted her, why did she do this to me? This is unfair, what did I do to diserve this?"

Five have months passed since the incident
Alex was playing music at the park under a tree,
Far out in the distance
He sees
Ashley crying by the fountain by herself.
He decides to go and cheer her up

"Ashley what's wrong?", Alex asked softly.

"I broke up with my partner, I don't know what to do or feel", she responded

"This reminds me of the incident we had five months ago, I know exactly how you are feeling right now." He said

"I'm sorry about that Alex,can you forgive me,please?",Ashley cried

"I will forgive you,but I won't go back with you, I am now known as 'The Broken and Confused'." He replied as he picked up Ashley from the fountain

Later that day they became friends
Again,



Till this day,
Alex is still known as

"The Broken and Confused"