Leaves, with the crispness and color of a juicy gala apple.
They crunch beneath my feet, like a little boy embarassed at how loud is he chewing.
The wind whistles, as if he is a city fellow, gawking at a woman on the street.

But I, I am silent.

I take it all in, the sights, the sounds, even the smells.
That cool autumn air fills my lungs

Refreshing.

I turn the corner and feel my feet pick up the pace as they carry me down hill.

It's all gone downhill now, hasn't it?

Down from the soaring heights, the fancy dinner parties
Laughter and bottles of wine.
Well, the bottles of wine remain- but the laughter

The laughter is gone.

And all that remains is an empty bottle, and me.
I want to scream out, what went wrong?

But I, I am silent.

Lying here by the sea
The waves, crashing over me
I sigh, I sigh, a sign of relief
I breath in peace
Raise my head to meet the seagulls gaze
Flying high, flying free
Peacefully
They rest upon the pier
I join them, taking in the sights and sound I am at ease for once.
Objects bob, upon and down,
In rhythm with the ocean
They create a beat
That I am in tune with
It becomes part of me,
I am part of it
We are one
In this moment nothing else exists
Just myself and this place.
And for that moment I am happy.
No worries, no concerns.
Just glad to be.
I want to keep the feeling, lock it up, save it for a rainy day.
But it is fleeting, it shan't remain, i must salvage it, in my memory, my
bones.
I come to see this release, to live in the moment I lie in the grass, fall
asleep and dream, happy dreams, magical places, then nothing.

11/11/11
Your dream come true
You wish for one thing
Well I wish for you
Staring up at the sky
Admiring the stars
I wonder if it's worth it
And if I'll go far

Will I crash and burn?
Like a comet in the sky?
Or will I soar, like an eagle flying by?

Striving to be the best
And reach the highest of highs
Will I let my opportunity just pass me by?
Or will I seize it by the horns and real It in?

So many questions
So little time
Whats yours is yours and what's mine is mine.

What to wish for, I wish I really knew.
To wish for the day, that i'll never rue.
A day were i'm happy, smiling and glad
Instead of frowning, stomping and mad.

I wish for that day, please let it come soon
Meanwhile i'm here, just laying in my room.

Generation Y
Nothing to ***** about
We've gotta a good life, no reason to complain
So we moan and groan, blow things out of proportion
We gives ourselves a reason to complain, ***** ourselves up.
But where does it get us? Nowhere.
We should be making something of ourselves, working hard so we have a future
Not wrecking it with stupid decisions
Drinking isn't so great, it can wait
*** is overrated you don't want to get someone late  
Drugs are for those who instigate
Violence and partying will ******* up
Mind over matter
Angst will make you even sadder
But who cares about a lost cause
When a country is going down the drain
and its people are in financial pain
But all we care about is a handsome doctor who walks around with a  ******* cane.

If the world ends on Friday, I'd like you to know
You really are lovely, much more lovely than a hobo
Your hair is cooler than Ramona Flowers
Your style of dress, not nearly retro chic
But every time you speak, its more eloquent than Louis Phillipe.
Your music taste-divine
Not even Athena could match
I really do think you are quite a catch.
If the world ends on Friday, which I really do doubt
I'd like to spend that day, or some other, with you.

I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She intoxicates my thoughts,
I can almost smell her sweet scent.
Fresh laundry which I adore,
And I begin to wish I could hug her once more. 
Feel her smooth skin, her soft fleeces.
But it’s not meant to be.
For she doesn’t think of me, 
in the way I think of her -

Often. 

Just the thought of her makes my heart race
When I’m around her, my ears flush scarlet.
But it’s not meant to be.
Late nights and endless conversations.
When things were new, 
when they were fresh.
Discovering each other
watching a friendship grow.
Then overnight, like turning out the light,
Having it grow into more than friendship.
But it’s not meant to be.
The sleepless nights,
the doubts and frights.
Wishing I could change things beyond my control.
But it was not meant to be.

Cuz. 

She’ll never be my girl.

For all your imperfections.
Because they are what make you, you.
For the way your laugh sounds, though you may hate it, I think it's cute.
For the way you never fail to make me smile. 
Let me hold you close and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.
So I can show you the magic behind my eyes, my imagination, my inspiration. 
So I can make you smile that beautiful smile, that's as unique as you are and as beautiful too.
So I can smell that endearing smell, fresh laundry which I so adore.
To squeeze you, just hard enough to let you know I care. 
And when I release you, wishing to hold you once again and never let go.
But knowing not to, for like all beautiful things, you are fragile. 
Wishing I could just make all that sadness go away, and knowing despite how hard I try I won't be able to, but still trying. 
Closing the door to you in my mind, I sit. To rest for a moment.
I think, if only, if only. 
And I want to scream out:
For ****'s sake, just let me love you.