sound of thunder
oh thee sounds so fragile
bursts of sound that travels through the sky
so frank and bullied

I lay awake at night thinking about your beauty..
you make the vastness of the sky seem so pure.
I wait every night to see you again, hoping that you'll show.
it's 5 AM, you're almost gone now..
I feel you fading away as the sky turns yellow.
sadness overwhelms my entire body.
find your way back to me until then
I'll see you later ole friend..

the way you snort when i make you laugh too hard
the way you look up at the stars and tell me how insignificant you are
the way you make me feel ****** and happy at the same time
the way you get sad when somebody says hi to you and you realize you didn't say hi back
the way you make me feel important when i'm not
the way you talk about something you love
the way you get scared, when thinking about whales
the way you hate yellow skittles
the way you love reeses christmas trees
the way you love target
the way you utilize the word "melancholy"
the way you hate jelly on a pb and j
the way you feel about death and the unknown
the way you observe art
the way you talk about your love for stories
the way you fell in love
the way you make me feel
-a list of the things i love about you

why do you write?
to express your feelings more vividly?
to make your exsistence known to all?
for your own selfish reasons?
writing is an art we must all learn to do
every word symbolizes a picture drawn from your imagination
you can **** thousands with literature
writing is good for the mind and soul
writing transforms the art of what we admire today
so i'll ask again
why do you write?

as i arrived to school everything seemed so meaningless.
i walked past the empty halls that were hung with unfamiliar faces.
i soon made it to the stairs of the C building.
as i sat there wondering if i should do my math homework or not, teachers rushed to get their morning brew of coffee.
but before i could even decide on what to do the girl with the red n white dress stood in front of me.
she was completely matching besides the velvet blue backpack she had on.
she was the kind of gal you looked at and wondered if she was real or apart of someone's dream.
she loosely wore a sweater over her shoulders that made it look so easy to be that beautiful.
i stared at her in awe and wondered if she knew how lovestruck i was.
she sat next to me, her cheeks were rosier than normal.
the freckles under her eyes made such an impression on me.
her cherry blossomed lips seemed to move in a delicate dance.
that morning she expressed her love for stories and the dreams she had dreamt the night before
and suddenly everything seemed meaningful.
i no longer saw the world as "empty"
thanks to the girl with the red n white dress.

i once met someone at a diner by the name of, death.
he showed me many things that no other would see.
he took me by the hand and led me throughout his world.
he took my breathe away and said,
"you now need to rest"
i let the darkness overcome me and now i have created this mess.
death had his way with me
and that i won't ever forget.

I'm scared that you're the love of my life and that I won't ever feel this way about no other.
I'm scared to miss a day of school because I won't see you.
I'm scared you won't ever know how much I truly love you.
I'm scared that you'll get your heart broken by another.
I'm scared to see you hurt.
I'm scared you won't ever see me how I see you.
But what I fear most is that one day I will no longer be scared about any of those things.

I've been gone, in a far away place, that only I can go.  
I was born there.
I died there.
Bathed in the sunlight and fall winds.
The memories haunt me, hiding themselves in the deepest part of my mind.
I no longer miss it.
I yearn for something more, something different.
My once place of solitude has turned crowded.
Crowded with overwhelming thoughts of sadness.
My only escape was to forget.
I'm here now.
Lost in my own reality.
Searching for something that doesn't exist.
To be bathed in sunlight and fall winds once again.
To find love, obsolute love.

I have tried to move on from you and this life I once knew
It's not a future I would like to view
When I tell myself that dreaming of you can no longer occur my dreams seem to be infiltrated by the looks of you
When I'm awaken at night by a dream of you, I smile
But, reality soon hits and I realize that the life I once knew in a moment of bliss was not true.
A fairytale.
An impossible fairytale.