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James Mesa Apr 2015
I hear no one but the sound of my clock
I see no color except the black
The voices in my head are starting to shout
Midnight thoughts are starting to burst out.

Here in the different dimension
A place of recreation
Full of mysteries, fun, and excitement
sadness, truth, and enchantment.

Reality and fantasy
All are mixed for ecstasy
Things can be changed  for a while.
Tomorrow, another one will be worthwhile.
James Mesa May 2015
Never be afraid to be different.
Be who you are.
James Mesa Jun 2015
I've existed never seeing the Light
Never thought that life would be this hard
All I know is I'm alive with no reason
A lost soul that cannot be find.

In this world I don't belong
Trying to be one
Separated from the rest of the world
Living without anything and anyone.

The knives of man
Are going deep into my heart
And going straight into my bones
And I'm falling apart.

As the tears comes out in my eyes
As my mind starts to explode
My heart breaks in pieces
I am going to implode.

What a miserable life it is
To live a life full of agony
To live a life of despair
A nightmare that kills me slowly

The world is turning black
Now All I can see is infinite darkness
And the sorrow it brings
Makes me live in secludedness.
James Mesa Apr 2015
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed a lot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it

once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santaclaus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
and thats what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles's Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because it was the thing to do
and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

that's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
because that's what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each ****** wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen----
James Mesa Jun 2015
Every time I think of you,
I wonder if you think of me too.
As I lay down in my bed,
Thoughts of you spinning through my head.
Your special smile
Your special face
You're special someone
I can't replace
It's hard to let you go,
When I know what we could be
I just have to wait until the day
You will finally see
I am always happy
Dreaming about you
I could sit here for hours,
Just thinking of you.
James Mesa Apr 2015
You are not the same
Like you were since I met you
You make me feel uncomfortable
Every time I'm with you.

What is happening?
Please let me know!
What is wrong with you?
I want to know.

You and I makes a promise
That we will never leave each other
But what are you doing?
I thought you want to stay with me forever.

I gave you everything I have
I gave everything that you need
But you say I'm not enough.
I thought you only need is me.
James Mesa Apr 2015
They say life is unfair
but it's not
Things happens for a reason
You can't just give up.

Challenges makes us stronger
Pain make us wiser
We are hurt in order for us to know.
We fall in order for us to grow.

That is the Truth about life
But it is you who will define
What kind of life you want to live
What kind of life you want to go by.

— The End —