All too often did
the calloused
hands of old
Father Time

hold me down
and force me
to stay awake

for years through
which I simply
wanted to sleep.

Can you capture forever in a box?
Can you ship it to me overnight?
Can you capture eternity and store it
In the shadows where you hide from the light?

Can you capture forever for me?
Can you wrap it and seal it with a kiss?
'Cause there is time to be spent and memories to be made
That I don't want to miss

Can you build me a shiny time capsule?
And fill it with memories of the past?
If you can't capture forever
At least make those memories last.

He doesnt care, why do you?
because the sky is blue,
because pandas eat bamboo,
because Bruce Lee learnt kung-fu,
because after one comes two.

You think my answers are stupid?
well so is your question!

So often i feel the words
on my tongue
and you can taste them
when you kiss me
you know they exist on my brain

So often we manipulate
and distort our paragraghs
to ensure those words protection
but we know
silently we stare at dim lights
and we smile
like overused expressions
we test our limits
making sure not to repell
eachother away

And we love it
we hide that word combination
amoungst dizzy
and scattered body language
thrown into dust

We fear unknown implications
of the destructive beauty
caused by the words
" i love you "

A little place
Named The Outpost
Was where I spent
Fourteen months of my short life
Two thanksgivings,
Two Christmases,
And my fourteenth birthday
All spent there
In the place that was my home
When I had no home.

I spent my whole eighth grade year there
And half of my ninth
In that ghetto little motel room
With the rest of my family
With its dark green carpet
Later on replaced for a pale peach
And the one bed my parents shared
And the one couch I called mine
And the floor my brother slept on
When he wasn't elsewhere
Yes,
It was very cramped
One room to the four of us
And it was horrible
Not having any privacy
Always having to deal with my parents
No escape
But I'm grateful for that ***** little motel room
Now that days are better
I'm grateful that I was able to learn
And be grateful for my current home
A small, cheap house
But nonetheless a mansion
Compared to the earlier mentioned

See,
Some people are put into trials
And they come out
With hardened hearts
But I came out
With gratefulness and understanding
Of the rough world around us all
And I know, it's tough
It's really really tough
But you know what?
Those fourteen months were hell
But I'm still here;

If I could do that,
Then you could overcome your trials and tribulations

I believe in you.