This is not really a poem, but a song...

It's a corny little song for saying goodbye to everyone.

VI:
Goodbye,
We’ll meet again,
I’ve said it so many times.
That’s why
There’s no pain,
It’s ok, I don’t hurt inside.
You might
Forget my name,
But I’ll still recognize on sight.
That’s why,
I’ll say this
One more effing time...

Ch:
Goodbye and farewell
I’ll see you someday
In a year or maybe 12.
See you soon and au revoir
I’ll miss you some days
And I won’t on others.

VII:
So why
Bother to cry?
I’m not exactly dead.
I’ll try
To dream you at night
To call you so you won’t fret.
Let’s defy
The social norm
And still be our best friends.
That’s why
I’ll say this
From miles away this time...

Ch:
Goodbye and farewell
I’ll see you someday
In a year or maybe twelve.
See you soon and au revoir
I’ll miss you some days
And I won’t on others.

The VIDEO is here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRkNhYhkSb4
Watch so you know what it sounds like :)

There is something making movement,
in my hand.
It is very warm, it inhales then expands
Thick liquid drips down my fingers to the floor
Thumping sounds like steps coming to a lonely door.
The soft top layer squishes when I squeeze.
Though strong, very strong indeed.
This thing I can tell is very much alive and i feel my fear creep up inside.
For I know that though it's as big as my fist, it will falter at the tiniest, misunderstood risk.
So delicate and fragile, it's a lot to handle
It's not a toy, nor something to take
for granted would be a huge mistake
Because to somebody else, this heart does belong
and they have held mine too, all along.

I live alone on the mountaintop,
in a hut made of branches and dirt.
I never brush my hair anymore,
and I never wash my shirt.

There's nothing to keep me company here
but birds and trees and sky;
I've gotta say, though, I think it's grand
to let city life pass me by.

How did I end up on the mountaintop?
Well, my story's a little bit weird:
I, when I was young, had a phobia,
it was homework and tests that I feared.

To wake up to a school day would give me the sweats,
the mere thought of it filled me with dread;
when they expect me to prove that I'm learning
I would much rather stay in my bed.

So I never, ever did homework,
my blank tests made my teachers so mad
but nobody could coax me or force me,
not even my mom or my dad!

I seem to remember a book report
which for me was the very last straw;
read, write, memorize and perform in a week?
it should be against the law!

So I planned an escape from my schoolwork,
had to leave friends and family behind;
but I had to stop off at the library first
to see what books on survival I'd find.

Well, I found books on camping and wildlife
and I got me a suitable tome,
but I knew that book-stealing was risky
in the end I would leave it at home.

So I secretly worked every night of that week
writing notes about mushrooms and shrubs,
and I wrote up a way to remember my tricks
on shelters, potatoes and grubs.

All too soon the day came, and I ran away
I left cards that said "Don't look for me"
I clutched at my notes and recited my words,
this was it, I was finally free!

Of course, all of that was just ages ago
I've been happy, a hermit for years
though it's not what I should, I've become very good
at running away from my fears!

In this race, we might lose the pace as it slips through our widened eyes and spacey minds
there are no posters here, no **** nor beer,
not much to be called my own,
shadows and light are my only friend tonight.
with the exception of my cat, the only air of what once was
i do not feel welcome in my own home
alone. no, lonely perhaps
but isn't that just a state of conscious?
Peel back and reveal a mystery;
meaning to be discovered, uncovered, justified
        Cried to be free!
so be it

Hollywood sell-outs, bands change
it's only now a new ******* age.
Disney new ballet is ***** to
money, and ideals we knew
vanish with subtlty

Michael Bay puts
the spode into explosion
while the media ****
francises and more.

Horror remakes are they
such a good idea? Suddenly
Jason and Freddy no longer
bring fear. Robert Englund walks
with a stick, but Hollywood
this shtick no good.

Entertainment industry
thrive on naiveity while
we sink deeper into
simplicity. Education
stagnating as a whole
with cries of purity
and morals galore.

Blood and gore we crave
we want, so Roth and Saw
sold us hard, but questions
now number on the minds
as people question our
sanity.

Marvel the gods and
Heroes have forgotten the
way, they're now
in Disney sway.

People are dancing to
the new sensation,
it's lacks a plot,
it vilifies most and
fills with hesitation.
It's High School Musical.

'I want Edward Cullen'
girls now cry, 'He's like
so hot and sweet' Twilight
is the new blue.

The Boy wizard now grown
up he's out of Hogwarts with
friends in tow, pursuing new
careers and other goals.

Sony and Microsoft strive for the
crown while Nintendo say jump
we all ask 'How high?'

Guitar hero, play like a
star, with a couple of buttons
and combinations, you master
AC to the DC with Stones and more.

People yell Fail at Vista,
though eagerly await
Windows 7. Meanwhile
Apple as a company
considered arrogant,
with branches in every
market, ranging with
ipods and iphones, well
you know what they say,
an eye for eye leaves the
whole world blind.

Instant messages and cyber
chat, issue this proclaimation,
that letters are dead and no
longer cool. Conform and
drop archaic methods.

Facebook, Myspace, Bebo
and more, we push for
perfection with a social
site. While people Digg
and Stumble whatever
more.

DIAF we yell to haters,
flaming and trolling
youtube and sites.

Everything viral it's now said
the mistakes you make
could be shown a day later
on any video site.

Generation X move out
and baby boomers time
is up, we're the MTV Generation,
utter jerks, brought up by net,
we learn l33t by age 10 but
english, come again? LOL
and ****, we laugh and laugh
but really we sigh.

Canwehazsanity?
a cute kitty asks