He worked so hard,
And they let him go.
He turned to the darkness,
And it swallowed him whole.
He was addicted,
Could not stop.
He was restricted,
Could not reach the top.
Nowhere to turn,
And nowhere to go,
How all this happened?
He doesn't know.
And there he is,
Sitting by the store.
Some will help,
But most will ignore.
We judge him,
Though we might not mean,
We think less of him,
Like he's not on our team.
But it wasn't his fault,
He did nothing wrong.
We all think it was,
Like he could've stayed strong.
But we don't get it.
We don't know,
For all we see,
Is some guy by the road.

I will not kiss up to you.
I will not do what you want me to.
I will never ever come back.
I promised that I wouldn't do that.
And I'll pretend the feelings aren't there,
Cause I know that I shouldn't care.
I remember sleepless nights,
I remember all the fights.
You expect me to be at your door,
I will not do that anymore.

If you were the sky
Then I'd be the sea
And when you shined bright
It would reflect in me.
When you're at rest
Then I am steady.
If you wanna get rough
I'm always ready.
Past closing at the bars
If you show me the stars
I'll open right up
And cast them out far.
And on the darkest night
If you won't shine a light.
Then I'm silent alongside you
Until you feel right.
We'll meet at the horizon
Where lovers will stare
And wonder with passion
Why they can't meet there.
And you'll share me a kiss
As bright as two suns.
When they meet in the middle
I'll know the days done.
And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.
Goodnight my love.
If you were the sky and I were the sea.

I used to think that my existence could
somehow interfere in the course of this planet
Could the world be world without me?
School will probably **** anyway.
The slavery of the humanity
by massive consumism would remain stronger than my existence.
Women would continue to be disrespected by men,
who have nothing but fear of grace.
But perhaps people lives would be better without my existence.
I wonder if the girl I love, or people who I have seen would be happier.
Or if mom and dad would love each other.
I like to think that we build the world as we like.
So my conclusion is that;
The world would still be as it is. Existence is overrated

I wrote your name
and drew a circle
around it.
And waited.
I thought you might
appear at my window
but I only saw a
streetlight and the moon
and no you.

He loves her. He loves her. The words sting. All of the gifts. Everywhere we went. Everything we did. It meant nothing to him. He loves her. He loves her. I don't want to be jealous and I refuse to say it. I can't. Maybe I'm just upset that its really over. I haven't seen him in so long. Even if I do, he loves her.

Breathe. It's over.
Completly, 100% over.
When he looks at you he sees nothing but human. Nothing...
Anymore...



Maybe...



He loves her.
She loves him,
*But so do I?

Number 1:
He's got beautiful dimples and the most wonderful smile I've ever seen... Like, ever. Library guy. Talked to him for like 5 minutes, but I'd relive those 5 little minutes any day. I don't really know him, but I'd like to get to know him. Only problem is that we never seem to be in the same place at the same time.

Number 2:
We are so alike. It's almost scary! We're into the same kind of things and seem to get each other. We tried and it didn't really work, but I believe that the feelings are still there. Only problem is that  he's got a girlfriend and he's head over heels for her.

Number 3:
We've known each other for like.. Ever. I've always liked him. Through every little crush, every little fling, I've never stopped thinking about him. He's beautiful. Drop.Dead.Gorgeous. He's smart. He's talented. But all he wants is to be popular and he often loses himself. Only problem is that everyone else feels the same way about him.

Which problem would I like to solve?

She painted in awe slowly
With anticipation waking to
The beauty of colors.

The sky turns to blue, the
Sun a bright yellow.
The lady in white sitting
On the rock.

Listening to the birds sing
High in the trees, swaying
In the breeze.

She painted a mural on the wall
For the world to see.

Chirp chirp
A sparrow hops and flitters
Jumps and flutters
From branch
To branch
To wire
Lining up with all her friends
Waiting for some skybus to take them away
Twitter and chortling about the world below
Silly humans in their lucid bubbles of
Space
Squirrels chattering and cussing from the trees
Thieving birdseeds and peaches
Meanwhile the sparrow bounces on the wire
Jittery and full of energy
Twitching and flicking her feathers and tail
Boune bounce hop
Fidget and jump on straw thin legs
And then whoosh
All leave at once
Their invisible skytrain pulling away as fast as it comes