It is complete crap
when people think your color
equals your nature

To Be Honest, no one will care, until you do.

We blink quickly,
so that we miss nothing,
we compact an entire lifetime within an allotted time of two hours and a small two minute window for creditentials that acknowledge 1,326 people,
not including "special thanks,"
we indulge on the dramatized events that may or may not have happened, We thrive on sports that televise a group of ten to twenty-two grown men that run fast jump quickly, and
dance weirdly,
but that is the pursuit of thrills

people don't make you
and they don't ever break you
you are in control

Within the limits of words I will attempt to express my emotions,
Though there are no words that can reach the extension of my love,
But i am conflicted about her as one is conflicted with one's identity,
Completely aware of my love today, but oblivious to the days to come,
I will not call this a poem,
Simply a photograph capturing the time her heart beats,
I cannot become what i am not,
I can only become what i will be,
Unaware of it myself,
As it may be that every night the moon rises and falls consistently as the tide does,
I will still be consistently inconsistent with the rise and fall of my ever so seemingly tidal heart,

Why do they believe they can crush all my dreams

When you grow older,
What will i honestly love,
It won't be beauty,

Powder falls, schools close, and hearts open.

The happier you are with him, the more jealous i don't think i am.

The Fear we face the most is the fear of Failure; consequently we fear the key to all success.

There I am, still waiting for my turn to be discovered.

Save your tears,
so your soul does not dry out

When the time comes...
I want a large festival named after Mark Twain,
I want the streets to be cloaked in color,
I want peopleto ride in on horseback lightsaber in hand,
I want the wind to be whispering the best puns the world has to offer to the trees,
So that trees can laugh, giggle, snicker, and chortle with fluffy forest friends,
I want music of every kind playing across the living mountains and through the clouds and rain I envy,
I want it to rain so hard that persons of all shapes and sizes are forced to take off their heavy drenched clothes and just dance in their underwear, playing with glow-in-the-dark footballs with Lionel,
I want absolutely no lights,
I want the ugliest girl in the world to appear to be the most beautiful under the sun of the night,
I want everyone to come only by bicycle, skateboard, foot and any other non-mechanical way,
Not for the earth but because i don't like the sound smell of look,
But most of all...
I want to leave a legacy,
Not a huge one, just big enough to live forever...
In the back of one's mind,

Is the day precious
even when it really *****
or is it mindset?

If you are told lies
and you do not know the truth
will you be content?