Don't tell me through texts,

Don't tell me in letters,

I want to hear your voice tell me

Through wind,light,sky, and stars.

A gift belongs to a dream..

Not me.

Has anyone ever told you..

That you are are their hero..

Their lover...

Their gift that belongs to a dream?



I won't share you

With the deep, blue sea..

I wanna hear you singing to me through my subconscious mind.

Tell me everything I wanna hear.

Like..

Maybe..

I'm not like anyone else..

I'm not as pretty as I look.

Maybe my personality could use some editing.



I won't share you with any other girl

You will be here in my dreams..

For you were gifted to me...

Through my dreams..

You're a gift that belongs to a dream..

And that dream belongs to..

Me.

Forever.

So about a minute before I got on poetic voice,

I was thinking about my self-esteem.

My lack of it.

And I realized that a few years ago,

I trusted myself,

And I believed.

But...

Not so much anymore.

I have no idea why.

I wish I was still like that.

But for some strange reason,

I tend to want to protect what I am now.

But I never protected myself when I was younger.

I want to know why I want to protect myself now,

A person with horrible self-esteem,

But I didn't want to protect myself a few years ago.

Because honestly,

When I was eleven I couldn't really care less about myself,

It was others and the world.

If only I would have been able to tell him the truth.

If Only we, mere humans, could see the future past the future.

If only

If only

If only

If only I could raise my head way up high and scream something I shouldn't while everyone is frozen in place and time.

If only I could tell myself to get over some certain events, and realize that love is tool but it can be a distraction too.

If only

If only

If only

If only I had the guts to do a lot things, that I'd like to do.



My lack of self-esteem,

I won't let it tell me that I'm really not that special.

For I should already know I am.

I'm not going to let another person tell me

that I'm just like everyone else.

I refuse that.

Not because I'm stubborn,

but because I'm terrified by..

If only



If only

If only

Why is the elephant afraid of the mouse,
If the mouse is ten times smaller than the elephant?


Because one day the elephant was walking down the street,
Just being itself,
Listening to music.
Next thing you know..


The poor giant animal has a mouse pointing a mouse-size gun at it's head.
That's when a GIANT! tear fell from the elephant's GIANT tear duct.
"Please Mr.Mouse don't **** me for money, I'm only so young and I don't have money!"
"That's bull-crap, Ellie Elephant!You're the richest elephant in the country"
"Please spare me!"
Ellie the elephant hands the mouse her ten thousand dollars and runs away..


This is when the mouse's posse comes out from the alley,
And they all scream,

"YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT BE SCARED YOU BIG FAT ELEPHANT!"


Well..
Yeah...Be scared elephants..
Go ahead..
Let the tiny mice scare the ba-jeezers out of you...
Yeah! That's right! Be scared!

Streaming tears,

Flowing out like a flooded dam.

You're holding something,

You're bleeding out..

Who wounded you so harshly?

Even in this room so pitch black,

I can see your blood,

Running out like the flames of Hell.

WHO THE HELL DID THIS TO YOU?!



You fall back and faint from your last breathe,

A faint that will last forever.

There's streaming tears

mixed, tears and blood.

The silver stained glint in the dark..

Tells me that..

You did this to yourself..

A sad story you told me...

Mixed, tears and blood..

It's your

Mixed, tears and blood..



YOUR story..

Mixed,

Tears..

And

Blood..

We all know music started..

Well,

Since the cavemen were banging on raw meat and rocks

dancing to the tune they made,

And must I say,

It was a classic tune.

And classic tunes happen all the time,

Classical music,

Is by far my favorite kind.

Mozart, Chopin, Bach, Beethoven....

I could name more.



Rock and Roll,

Elvis Presley, Jack Brenston and The Delta Cat, Bill Haley, Chuck Berry..

"You ain't nothing but hound dog, cryin' all the time.."



There are different kinds of classical music

Just like Beethoven was deaf,

Elvis, the KING of rock and roll, not creator.

Even cavemen can bang on a drum and make a sound.

Music is made from sounds,

But to deliver it,

That's another piece of sheet music..

In order to be happy.

We don't need love,

We don't have to be alone or surrounded by people.

We just need ..

Well,

I can't really tell you.

Wish I could.

But there's not really a certain ingredient to happiness.

I mean,

Like we sort of have to make ourselves happy.



My thought right now, while writing this poem...

Is why am I writing something, if I don't think I can write it?





In a strange way this makes me happy.

Maybe,

Just maybe..

There's nothing really to it.

Just be happy,

I guess.

YEAH!

JUST BE HAPPY!

...Is that the answer this poem needs?