Stop judging me soley on what YOU think
   About me. All I ask is that you let me
      Make mistakes without scrutinizing
         Me for it. I AM NOT PERFECT.
            And though I love to act as
               If I am I'M NOT. I
                 Know this all too well.
                    Stop being quick to trying to
                       Figure me out, because you'll
                          Be wasting your time. A
                             Person is something you
                                Can't define! So stop
                                   Judging me based on
                                      What YOU think
                                         Because honestly
                                            Only God and I
                                               Know the whole
                                                           Me.

Emotionless being, heart less.
           Yearning to touch holy light.
Fingertips dwindling in the sparkling force.
But that is not reality.
         Constantly fighting to show emotion, continually striving to reassure others you care.
Plung that monster back to the darkest corner in the very bottom of your personality.
Never Let Them In.
They will flee as you fall to you knees.
How can I ever face my monsters if the biggest one is me?

I don't care if your man or woman, just warm my icy heart. Make it melt please.

Night has dawned,
moonlight is taking me in.
I stand in the shaded field, out of sight.
Ripping the tight clothes from my skin,
showing only the moonlight my naked body, I stand straight and proud.
Naked and free is one shade of me, a bright yellow it states.
Morning is ridding the train to almost here, which makes me fill heavy with fear.
Fear of the public and society is also a shade of me, it shows bright blue as I hurridly redress my self.
Day has came to me as well school now I **** dry the sweet juices of what THEY don't know, they don't know the shade of my thoughts whom prove bright green as I conjure up funny things.
But as Tommy walks by the shade of my heart beats to be heard, its shade is bright red.
These are the shades of me and each one demands that I serve.

Standing on a tree branch oh so high, I teeter, I wobble.

Each year I get closer to the tip.

I call to my bird friends, hoping they will see just how far I am headed, but they don't.

So I tell them I am scared I am going over but the console me saying no you'll be fine,nothing is wrong.

Years fall like leaves and i well know my fate.

The time is up and I fall.

I want you to outright say what you think and feel about us.

I wish you would hold me tight and warm when I'm cold and miss you.

Could you look me dead in the eyes deep into my soul and say "I love you" to my heart?

I believe you should say "everything is okay" when I get insecure.

I want you to let me know....you really love me the way I love you.

I HATE how you toy with my emotions; ****..... YOU.

Having a crush on someone is like vewing a beautiful painting over and over in hopes you have enough money one day to buy it.

Knowing your crush likes you back is like the pressure of finally playing that lead role you oh so wanted in the play, suddenly now that time is here.

Dating at first is like having a new friend in a new place, so far the place is full of fun and adventure.

Daring eventually is like let's go somewhere else for once, I've already seen everything here.

Drifting apart is like forgetting you have food cooking on the oven, while you watch TV.

Breaking up is like falling ******* your knees out of a tall tree.

Missing the other person is like not hearing a song you love in a long time.

Getting back together is like a refreshing sip of water.

Love is like a book that takes years of practice to make perfect.

But in the end you'll read back and find it was worth it.

You still haunt me in my dreams. Let me be!

I no longer laugh at the same things I once found funny or think the same way I once thought.
                The whole world is different now, it changed just as sly as seasons come.

Summer I was youthful, sought thrill and adventure, was on the prowl for boys, oh the rush!
                  Autumn I changed just as the leaves did, I became calmer, wiser, grew patient, it was a time of experience as I learned how to drive and worked for money.
               Winter I grew comfortable in my steady ways, ways of repetition from all the years that have passed, the era of grandchildren sprung its self upon me in what felt like to closely following the first set.
       When spring came I was harshly weak,my times on earth were much appreciated, up until the beautiful sunny day I died.
                    Summer came and my daughter became me...

I hear her call in the dead of night.

             Agony she releases.

Her ruined life drowns her young heart in Darkness.

             Her evil brother pains her.

Never forgotten or forgiving for his endless sins.

            I feel her tears in the middle of the night.

Along with the uneasiness of her fears.

            That lay in the shadows.

If her pain was physical, she'd be sliced inside and out from head to toe.

            Her only release is to howl at the stars, the many stars that witness her pain day in and out.

              Hoping one will fall like her innocence did.

Hush your mind,
                       close you eyes,
                      rest your head,
                                 &
               fall asleep in death.

How can I hold you up
when I'm
                        drowning too.

Yet another school day,
                       so bland and repetitive.
Or so he thought, it was this day that life as he knew would reform itself.
                      Tommy saw something one day in class, he saw the light from the sun, it pulled him up and out of his seat.
                      "Mr. Rose, what is the point of this!" yelled the teacher as the classmates gasped.
But Tommy dropped his calculator and floated right out the door.
                       Security was called but some how Tommy was gone, you see he walked straight out the building staring into the light and he walked until he was pass the traffic and into the wilderness.
                      From there he climbed up a mountain and stood on top, he threw out his hands and screamed "I am Tommy Rose and I seek freedom and peace, so world just let me be!"
A weight was lifted off Tommy, just as he saw others on other mountain tops and they all screamed "FREEDOM AND PEACE!"
                    Then...............









Tommy woke up, time for school.

Who am I behind these brown eyes?
                    Where such heavy secrets lie?
The only truth is the sky; too far to reach.
                   What would you say to the thoughts behind my words?
Would they burn?
                       The way my heart burns me?
Who is my heart?
                        What do I truly feel?
Is any of this real?
Who am I?